Eugene Aram — CompleteLytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
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Eugene Aram — Complete
Lytton, Edward Bulwer Lytton, Baron
Aram, Eugene, 1704-1759 -- Fiction
The evening had already deepened into night. Along the sere and
melancholy wood, the autumnal winds crept, with a lowly, but gathering
moan. Where the water held its course, a damp and ghostly mist clogged
the air, but the skies were calm, and chequered only by a few clouds,
that swept in long, white, spectral streaks, over the solemn stars. Now
and then, the bat wheeled swiftly round, almost touching the figure
of the Student, as he walked musingly onward. And the owl [Note: That
species called the short-eared owl.] that before the month waned many
days, would be seen no more in that region, came heavily from the
trees, like a guilty thought that deserts its shade. It was one of those
nights, half dim, half glorious, which mark the early decline of the
year. Nature seemed restless and instinct with change; there were those
signs in the atmosphere which leave the most experienced in doubt,
whether the morning may rise in storm or sunshine. And in this
particular period, the skiey influences seem to tincture the animal life
with their own mysterious and wayward spirit of change. The birds desert
their summer haunts; an unaccountable inquietude pervades the brute
creation; even men in this unsettled season have considered themselves,
more (than at others) stirred by the motion and whisperings of their
genius. And every creature that flows upon the tide of the Universal
Life of Things, feels upon the ruffled surface, the mighty and solemn
change, which is at work within its depths.
And now Aram had nearly threaded the valley, and his own abode became
visible on the opening plain, when the stranger emerged from the trees
to the right, and suddenly stood before the Student. “I tarried for you
here, Aram,” said he, “instead of seeking you at home, at the time you
fixed; for there are certain private reasons which make it prudent I
should keep as much as possible among the owls, and it was therefore
safer, if not more pleasant, to lie here amidst the fern, than to make
myself merry in the village yonder.”
“And what,” said Aram, “again brings you hither? Did you not say, when
you visited me some months since, that you were about to settle in a
different part of the country, with a relation?”
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