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WILLIAM BLACKWOOD & SONS, EDINBURGH AND 22, PALL-MALL, LONDON.
MARSTON; OR, THE MEMOIRS OF A STATESMAN.
"Have I not in my time heard lions roar? Have I not heard the sea, puft up with wind, Rage like all angry boar chafed with sweat? Have I not heard great ordnance in the field, And heaven's artillery thunder in the skies? Have I not in the pitched battle heard Loud 'larums, neighing steeds, and trumpets clang?"
SHAKSPEARE.
"Neighbours!" said I; "all round me, as I came, seemed solitude; and yours is so beautiful, that I almost think society would injure its beauty."
"Well, well, Mr Marston, you shall see. But this I advise you, take care of your heart if you are susceptible."
The history of the house was simply, that "she hated town and loved the country; that she loved the sea better than the land, and loved society of her own selection better than society forced upon her.--On the sea-shore she found all that she liked, and escaped all that she hated. She therefore lived on the sea-shore.--She had persuaded her father to build that house, and they had furnished it according to their own recollections, and even their own whims.--Caprice was liberty, and liberty was essential to the enjoyment of every thing. Thus, she loved caprice, and laid herself open to the charge of being fantastic with those who did not understand her."
In this sportive way she ran on, saying all kinds of lively nothings; while we drank our coffee out of Saxon porcelain which would have shone on the table of a crowned head.
The windows were thrown open, and we sat enjoying the noblest of all scenes, a glorious sunset, to full advantage. The fragrance of the garden stole in, a "steam of rich distilled perfumes;" the son of the birds, in those faint and interrupted notes which come with such sweetness in the parting day; the distant hum of the village, and the low solemn sound of the waves subsiding on the beach, made a harmony of their own, perhaps more soothing and subduing than the most refined touches of human skill. We wanted nothing but an Italian moon to realize the loveliness of the scene in Belmont.
"The moon shines bright. In such a night as this, When the sweet wind did gently kiss the trees, And they did make no noise--in such a night Medea gather'd the enchanted herbs That did renew old Jason."
As I glanced on the little, superbly dressed Jewess, sitting between her father and myself, I thought of the possibilities to come.
We soon after had the moon herself, rising broad and bright from the ocean; and all was romance, until a party were seen coming up the avenue, laughing and talking very sportively.
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