The Young Lady's Mentor eBook

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    There came an eve of festal hours—­
    Rich music filled that garden’s bowers: 
    Lamps, that from flowering branches hung,
    On sparks of dew soft colours flung,
    And bright forms glanced—­a fairy show—­
    Under the blossoms, to and fro.

    But one, a lone one, midst the throng,
    Seemed reckless all of dance or song: 
    He was a youth of dusky mien,
    Whereon the Indian sun had been—­
    Of crested brow, and long black hair—­
    A stranger, like the Palm-tree, there!

    And slowly, sadly moved his plumes,
    Glittering athwart the leafy glooms: 
    He passed the pale green olives by,
    Nor won the chestnut-flowers his eye;
    But, when to that sole Palm he came,
    Then shot a rapture through his frame!

    To him, to him its rustling spoke: 
    The silence of his soul it broke! 
    It whispered of his own bright isle,
    That lit the ocean with a smile;
    Ay, to his ear that native tone
    Had something of the sea-wave’s moan!

    His mother’s cabin home, that lay
    Where feathery cocoas fringed the bay;
    The dashing of his brethren’s oar;
    The conch-note heard along the shore;—­
    All through his wakening bosom swept;
    He clasped his country’s Tree—­and wept!

    Oh! scorn him not!  The strength whereby
    The patriot girds himself to die,
    The unconquerable power, which fills
    The freeman battling on his hills—­
    These have one fountain deep and clear—­
    The same whence gushed that child-like tear!

ENNUI, AND THE DESIRE TO BE FASHIONABLE.

BY LORD JEFFREY.

There are two great sources of unhappiness to those whom fortune and nature seem to have placed above the reach of ordinary miseries.  The one is ennui—­that stagnation of life and feeling which results from the absence of all motives to exertion; and by which the justice of Providence has so fully compensated the partiality of fortune, that it may be fairly doubted whether, upon the whole, the race of beggars is not happier than the race of lords; and whether those vulgar wants that are sometimes so importunate, are not, in this world, the chief ministers of enjoyment.  This is a plague that infects all indolent persons who can live on in the rank in which they were born, without the necessity of working; but, in a free country, it rarely occurs in any great degree of virulence, except among those who are already at the summit of human felicity.  Below this, there is room for ambition, and envy, and emulation, and all the feverish movements of aspiring vanity and unresting selfishness, which act as prophylactics against this more dark and deadly distemper.  It is the canker which corrodes the full-blown flower of human felicity—­the pestilence which smites at the bright hour of noon.

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