THE SILENT RIVER: A DRAMATIC SKETCH.* The Interior of CALEB's Cottage. CALEB-RAYLAND. Rayland. Gone hence this half hour, say'st thou? Tell me, friend, Could'st thou not overtake him?-'Tis of moment What I would say. Caleb. Rayland. He must pass up the river For he has many windings, and the stream Hasten, then,-your pains Shall not in vain be used. And, lest he feel Unwilling to return (writing on a leaf of his pocket-book) deliver this. MARY (singing without, in a melancholy tone) "So under the wave, and under the wave, Beneath the old willow tree, With the weeds for my pall, in a deep, deep grave, Rayland. That is a moving voice! Caleb. Rayland. Rayland. Mary. Rayland. Mary. It is Luke's wife. 'Tis their first parting, and she feels it sorely, Pray send her here; I'll talk with her till he returns. (Stands meditating.) So fair! O, Sir, I thank the Heavens Well But yet, methinks," It was but now you named his toilsome trade. Yes; But Luke was labouring for his wife, and then Rayland. (after a pause.) You said he ne'er was succour'd at the hands Mary. Rayland. Mary. Rayland. Mary. Wert driven from his mansion destitute. You question strangely, Sir; but since it takes Upon that father's death-bed. I have said Oh, often I have watch'd 'Till the grey dawn hath peeped into my lattice, And, as I think, his work by night is only Since you watch'd last? But now 'tis summer; It must be long No longer than last night : But then he went to see a dying friend, And brought back that which smooths his nights hereafter. Rayland. (apart.) "Tis even so! Despair hath driven him Mary. To gain by rapine what more guiltily I did deny him. Poor, unhappy son! How must thy heart have writhed to do this crime! That Heaven hath set it down thy first, and chance Meant as an earnest of thy father's love. God, how prophetic thou didst make my conscience! And I beheld, then for the first sad time, I bound myself, as if the deed were mine, To keep the fearful secret; for I felt I could expect no otherwise to meet him. And here's the faithful mate of all his sorrows Excepting one ;-one she must never know, To clog the tongue which loves to speak his praise. Say, if Lord Rayland came with penitence To seek the long neglected Luke, and raise Could'st thou forget thy days of lamentation Forgive the hand which would not snatch thee from them? Rayland (embracing her.) And thy father. Oh, my lord: Mary. One who already trembles with remorse. But sort me not with those with whom the wrench Oh, it was wrong! and I have paid it deeply! My home is solitary but for thee And him thou lov'st. And who will over-pay In all a son should be, whatever grief May elsewhere have befallen thee. My lord, You come to bring us wealth, and ne'er can know The half of that son's worth. You should have come In want, in sickness, and in sorrow too: Then you had seen how his elastic arms Had labour'd for your comfort. Then you had felt Caleb rushes in in great horror. Rayland. What is it, man? speak out. Rayland. Caleb. Mary. Caleb. Caleb. Why is your look so dreadful? God's mercy, Caleb, He is dumb with fear! Would I were so for ever! Thou hast something Did you mark Of matchless horror to relate! My husband! No strangeness in his manner when you parted? Mary. VOL. IV. No. 22.-1822. X 2 Rayland. Caleb. Rayland. Caleb. Thou loitering slave! what need so many words? - A boat had drifted to the shore-'twas Luke's Awful, heavy wrath! But it is just.-0, my devoted son, Sharp misery ne'er wrung a tear from thee So burning as the one which thou thyself Hast call'd up from thy father's heart!-But how- I saw him yesterday wrought to a pitch He told me he had slept; his wife just now And, when he came, he brought a purse of gold.- Rayland. Well, well-thou 'dst not betray him-would'st thou, man? At what despair and his necessity Had done, no doubt, hath caused this dreadful end. Rayland. (after some ineffectual attempts to speak.) Hast thou a bed to lay this innocent on? Caleb. Within, my lord :-my wife does love her well, [Rayland supports her out slowly and in great Poor Luke! This is the saddest way he could have left us. Rayland. (returning and looking earnestly at him.) Good peasant, thou, Caleb. Rayland. on whom he had no claim Of kindness, wert the only one of all Who used him kindly.-Where's that cruel gold? Away with it, in mercy.-You are poor, Than of thy life.-Now lead me where he lies- And angry Heaven hath snatch'd him up from mine. OLD AGE. "My age is as a lusty winter,-frosty but kindly." As you Like it. WITH the exception of a few reprobates and freethinkers, every body wishes to go to Heaven; but the most enthusiastic of us all, if he had the choice, would consent to go there as late as possible. This perverse disposition to extend life beyond that period in which the faculties begin to decay, like that of children, who, having eaten the apple, apply themselves voraciously to devour the parings, is any thing but rational: yet so it is, we cling with closer earnestness to the rickety tenement, as its dilapidations increase; and are never so anxious for a renewal of the lease as at the very moment when the edifice is crumbling about our ears. The Abbé Morellet was wont to declare, that in spite of his overwhelming infirmities he still clung to life, in the hopes of seeing how the French revolution would end and it seems not unreasonable to attribute the love of long life very generally to a principle of curiosity. Men are always more or less involved in some series of events which it is disagreeable to leave unfinished. One man would be glad to know how his children will turn out; another has begun a plantation; a third desires.to arrive at the end of a political intrigue; a fourth longs to witness how his neighbour will cut up; and a fifth (the most unreasonable of all) would see the end of a Chancery suit; and so we go on with time" in its petty space from day to day.' We see this disposition in individuals to pry into a futurity in whose combinations they have no part, instanced in their thousand minute directions concerning the disposition of their own funerals, in the petty details of direction which accompany the testamentary disposition of property; and even the indirect admonitions of sexagenary fathers given in the shape of predictions,-the "Tom, Tom, when I'm gone I suppose you'll carry my trees to Newmarket," and the "I see how it will be when I'm out of the way," betray full as much of idle speculation, as of paternal anxiety. If we except the old fellow of a college, who would do nothing for posterity, because posterity had done nothing for him, it would be hard to find an individual, who really entertained no curiosity to know how the world could possibly go on, when deprived of his own co-operation and support. The desire of long life, abstracted from some such consideration, is the more absurd, because, when "the inevitable hour" arrives, the longest and the shortest life are in the imagination equal. However wearisome existence may have been in the acting, in retrospect it never appears long; and with the oldest, no less than the youngest, " enough" in this, as in many other cases, signifies pretty generally "a little Louis the Second of Hungary, we are told*, ran through a long career, within the short compass of a very few years. He was born so long before the ordinary completion of gestation, that he came into the world without the decent covering of a skin. In his second year he Huseland on Animal Life. |