Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Novel (Romance) | Redfield | 1854
Transcription 182 SOUTHWARD HO

" Thou and I long since are twain ;
Nor think me so unwary or accursed, To bring my feet again into the snare
Where once I have been caught; I know thy trains,
Though dearly to my cost ; thy gins and toils Thy fair enchanted cup, and warbling charms,
No more on me have power ; their force is nulled;
So much of adder's wisdom I have learned,
To fence my car against thy sorceries."�Samson Agonistes.

and reread it a thousand times. My first emotions were those
of pleasure � a pleasure enhanced by the hope of satisfying a
curiosity, which, awakened in my earliest boyhood, had never
yet been gratified. Why had I been so kindly treated, so well
provided for, so affectionately considered, in all the changes of
my brief existence, my sickness and my health, by a lady of
such high condition ? Why, again, should she, whose care and
consideration had been so unvarying and decided, have shown
so little desire to behold the object of her bounty ? Years had
elapsed since I had become her charge ; �years, to me, of con-
tinued satisfaction�if one small matter be excepted. There
was one alloy to my enjoyments, which, in its most rapturous
moments, my boyhood did not cease to feel. It was the mystery
which overhung my origin. 'Who am I ? was the question, not
so natural to the boy, yet natural enough to the sensitive and
thoughtful. I was both sensitive and thoughtful ; and my boy-
ish associates, contrived on this very subject, to keep me so.
Their inquiries disordered me ; their surprise at my ignorance
alarmed me ; their occasional doubts gave me pain, and the sus-
picions of their minds readily passed into my own. ' Who am
I ?' was the perpetual inquiry which my mind was making of
itself. I could address it nowhere else. My tutor, with whom
I also lodged, declared his ignorance ; and I believed him. He
AT length I was permitted to behold my benefactress. The
messenger who brought my quarterly remittance was the bearer
of a letter, the first which had ever been addressed by her to
myself, in which this grateful permission was accorded. I read