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Receives not into its beatitudes

Mere martyrs for the world's sake; heaven shuts fast
The poor mad poet is howling by this time!

Since you are my sole friend then, here or there,
I could not quite repress the varied feelings
This meeting wakens; they have had their vent,
And now forget them. Do the rear-mice still
Hang like a fret-work on the gate (or what

In

my

time was a gate) fronting the road

From Einsiedeln to Lachen?

Fest.

Trifle not!

Answer me—for my sake alone. You smiled
Just now, when I supposed some deed, unworthy
Yourself might blot the else so bright result;
Yet if your motives have continued pure,
Your earnest will unfaltering, if you still
Remain unchanged, and if, in spite of this,
You have experienced a defeat that proves
Your aims forever unattainable-

I say not, you would cheerfully resign

The contest-mortal hearts are not so fashioned-
But sure you would resign it, ne'ertheless.

You sought not fame, nor gain, nor even love;
No end distinct from knowledge,-I repeat
Your very words: : once satisfied that knowledge
Is a mere dream, you would announce as much,
Yourself the first. But how is the event?
You are defeated-and I find you here!

Par. As though "here" did not signify defeat!

I spoke not of my little labours here-
But of the break-down of my general aims:
That you, aware of their extent and scope,
Should look on these sage lecturings, approved
By beardless boys, and bearded dotards,-these
As a fit consummation of such aims,
Is worthy notice! A professorship
At Basil! Since you see so much in it,
And think my life was reasonably drained
Of life's delights to render me a match
For duties arduous as such post demands,—
Far be it from me to deny my power
To fill the petty circle lotted out
From infinite space, or justify the host
Of honours thence accruing: so, take notice,
This jewel dangling from my neck preserve
The features of a prince, my skill restored

To plague his people some few years to come:

And all through a pure whim. He had eased the earth

For me, but that the droll despair which seized
The vermin of his household, tickled me.

I came to see: here, drivelled the physician,
Whose most infallible nostrum was at fault;
There quaked the astrologer, whose horoscope
Had promised him interminable years;

Here a monk fumbled at the sick man's mouth
With some undoubted relic-a sudary
Of the Virgin; while some other dozen knaves
Of the same brotherhood (he loved them ever)

Were actively preparing 'neath his nose
Such a suffumigation as, once fired,

Had stunk the patient dead ere he could groan.

I cursed the doctor, and upset the brother;
Brushed past the conjurer; vowed that the first gust
Of stench from the ingredients just alight
Would raise a cross-grained devil in my sword,
Not easily laid; and ere an hour, the prince
Slept as he never slept since prince he was.
A day-and I was posting for my life,
Placarded through the town as one whose spite
Had near availed to stop the blessed effects
Of the doctor's nostrum, which, well seconded
By the sudary, and most by the costly smoke-
Not leaving out the strenuous prayers sent up
Hard by, in the abbey-raised the prince to life;
To the great reputation of the seer,

Who, confident, expected all along

The glad event—the doctor's recompense―
Much largess from his highness to the monks-
And the vast solace of his loving people,

Whose general satisfaction to increase,
The prince was pleased no longer to defer
The burning of some dozen heretics,
Remanded till God's mercy should be shown
Touching his sickness, as a prudent pledge
To make it surer: last of all were joined
Ample directions to all loyal folk

To swell the complement, by seizing me

Who-doubtless some rank sorcerer-had endeavoured

To thwart these pious offices, obstruct

The prince's cure, and frustrate Heaven, by help

Of certain devils dwelling in his sword.

By luck, the prince in his first fit of thanks
Had forced this bauble on me as an earnest
Of further favours. This one case may serve
To give sufficient taste of many such,
So let them pass: those shelves support a pile
Of patents, licenses, diplomas, titles,
From Germany, France, Spain, and Italy:
They authorize some honour: neʼertheless,
I set more store by this Erasmus sent;

He trusts me; our Frobenius is his friend,

And him "I raised" (nay, read it,) "from the dead `.
I weary you, I see; I merely sought

To show, there's no great wonder after all
That while I fill the class-room, and attract
A crowd to Basil, I get leave to stay;
And therefore need not scruple to accept
The utmost they can offer-if I please :
For 'tis but right the world should be prepared
To treat with favour e'en fantastic wants
Of one like me, used up in serving her.
Just as the mortal, whom the Gods in part
Devoured, received in place of his lost limb
Some virtue or other-cured disease, I think;
You mind the fables we have read together.

Fest. You do not think I comprehend a word:

The time was, Aureole, you were apt enough
To clothe the airiest thoughts in specious breath;
But surely you must feel how vague and strange
These speeches sound.

Par.

Well, then you know my hopes

I am assured, at length, those hopes were vain ;
That truth is just as far from me as ever;
That I have thrown my life away; that sorrow
On that account is vain, and further effort

To mend and patch what's marred beyond repairing,
As useless and all this was taught to me

By the convincing, good old-fashioned method

Of force by sheer compulsion. Is that plain?

Fest. Dear Aureole! you confess my fears were just God wills not

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Now, 'tis this I most admire

The constant talk men of your stamp keep up
Of God's will, as they style it; one would swear
Man had but merely to uplift his eye,

To see the will in question charactered

On the heaven's vault. 'Tis hardly wise to moot
Such topics: doubts are many and faith is weak.
I know as much of any will of God's,

As knows some dumb and tortured brute what Man,
His stern lord, wills from the perplexing blows
That plague him every way, and there, of course,
Where least he suffers, longest he remains-
My case; and for such reasons I plod on,
Subdued, but not convinced. I know as little

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