ugly serpent, and who, for one apple, damned
all mankind. I wish to divest myself, as far
as possible, of that untutored custom. I have
long since learned that the perfection of wisdom,
and the end of true philosophy, is to proportion our
wants to our possessions, our ambition to our capacities;
we will then be a happy and a virtuous people.”
Ambulinia was sent off to prepare for a long and tedious
journey. Her new acquaintances had been instructed
by her father how to treat her, and in what manner,
and to keep the anticipated visit entirely secret.
Elfonzo was watching the movements of everybody; some
friends had told him of the plot that was laid to
carry off Ambulinia. At night, he rallied some
two or three of his forces, and went silently along
to the stately mansion; a faint and glimmering light
showed through the windows; lightly he steps to the
door; there were many voices rallying fresh in fancy’s
eye; he tapped the shutter; it was opened instantly,
and he beheld once more, seated beside several ladies,
the hope of all his toils; he rushed toward her, she
rose from her seat, rejoicing; he made one mighty grasp,
when Ambulinia exclaimed, “Huzza for Major Elfonzo!
I will defend myself and you, too, with this conquering
instrument I hold in my hand; huzza, I say, I now
invoke time’s broad wing to shed around us some
dewdrops of verdant spring.”
But the hour had not come for this joyous reunion;
her friends struggled with Elfonzo for some time,
and finally succeeded in arresting her from his hands.
He dared not injure them, because they were matrons
whose courage needed no spur; she was snatched from
the arms of Elfonzo, with so much eagerness, and yet
with such expressive signification, that he calmly
withdrew from this lovely enterprise, with an ardent
hope that he should be lulled to repose by the zephyrs
which whispered peace to his soul. Several long
days and night passed unmolested, all seemed to have
grounded their arms of rebellion, and no callidity
appeared to be going on with any of the parties.
Other arrangements were made by Ambulinia; she feigned
herself to be entirely the votary of a mother’s
care, and she, by her graceful smiles, that manhood
might claim his stern dominion in some other region,
where such boisterous love was not so prevalent.
This gave the parents a confidence that yielded some
hours of sober joy; they believed that Ambulinia would
now cease to love Elfonzo, and that her stolen affections
would now expire with her misguided opinions.
They therefore declined the idea of sending her to
a distant land. But oh! they dreamed not of
the rapture that dazzled the fancy of Ambulinia, who
would say, when alone, youth should not fly away on
his rosy pinions, and leave her to grapple in the
conflict with unknown admirers.
No frowning age shall control
The constant current of my soul,
Nor a tear from pity’s eye
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