Wlliam Gilmore Simms
Joscelyn: A Tale of the Revolution >> Chapter XVII: April Contrasts—Smiles and Tears >> Page 168

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Novel (Romance) | The Reprint Company | 1975, 1976
Transcription 168JOSCELYN
left the room, seemed to set the seal of perfect security upon his
bonded bliss.
The call to dinner brought back the dreaming pair from elysium
to earth. We are sorry to say that Angelica had a better appetite than
Walter. We do not know that he observed it. Grace, the quiet
house-keeper, had done her best, with the few resources of the simple
world in which the family lived, to show to their guest how welcome
was his visit; and, though Walter showed but little appetite, yet he
was in the best of spirits, and so behaved as to make it seem that he
felt himself happily at home. From the dinner table to the parlor,
from the parlor to the garden, from the garden to the grove, Walter
and Angelica wandered through the long sweet hours of the summer
afternoon; and sitting, with hands clasped together, upon a fallen
trunk of the forest, they counted nothing of the fleeting moments,
until the sun suddenly confronting them with his rays, full on the
line with their eyes, stared boldly in their eyes for a moment, ere he
sank out of sight beyond the long range of forest-crowned hills, that
makes, from the Carolina side, the loveliest of landscape hedges,
skirting the yellow waters of the Savannah a wide stretch, along the
prolific plains of Georgia.
What they said, of what they thought, in how much idle and
pretty matter they indulged, what need we repeat? The subject mat-
ter of speech, and modes of thought and feeling, among young
lovers, of the Italian type, are sufficiently well comprehended by all
classes of readers, and it will suffice if we refer them to the proper
manner and mode, in the love-play par excellence of the great master,
which gives us the pathetic tragedy of the rival houses of Montague
and Capulet.
This, sort of child's prattle rarely interests or satisfies third parties
reader or spectator. With cool heads, and hearts but little inflamed
by sympathy, we see, as spectators, the singular childishness, which
is yet the peculiar charm to the parties, in an early or first attach-
ment. It commends itself to the masculine heart, whose fancies have
already been beguiled by its very childishness. This argues for sim-
plicity, for truth, and nature, and a trusting confidence which appeals
always successfully to the masculine, or the more powerful mind,
wherever it is magnanimous. And so the grave man listens gratefully
to the simple prattle of the child, who looks up to him appealingly