Legendary & romantic tales of Indian historyCaunter, Hobart
History
Legendary & romantic tales of Indian history
Caunter, Hobart
India -- History -- Fiction
Her father was grieved to observe her sadness, but could not alleviate
it. He perceived that the web of life was a tangled tissue, which never
could be perfectly unravelled. The very fortune which had elevated
him above his compeers, had already put forth the buds of misery that
seemed but too likely to blossom and ripen into fruit. It began to be
clear to him that a man may be as wretched under the bright sun of
prosperity, which may scorch and wither his peace, as under the cloud
of bereavement, where oft amid the darkness a faint light glimmers
that imparts a momentary joy, the more exquisite in proportion to the
briefness of its duration. He had become wealthy, but his riches,
elevating him above the society of his fellow outcasts, rendered
him comparatively a solitary man. They had placed a bar betwixt his
child and that blessed boon which is the inheritance of all God’s
creatures,--the union of hearts in a bond of reciprocal affection.
She was excluded from the greatest of immunities to the Hindoo, the
privilege of perpetuating her race, unless by an alliance which her
proud but sensitive heart could not stoop to embrace.
Many a Pariah had sighed in vain to win the affections of the beautiful
Yhahil, but she could not yield to solicitations coming from beings
who were but too commonly little above the brute in understanding and
familiar with habits which outraged humanity. Hers was no unnatural
pride, but she saw in the members of her own tribe much to pity, and
nothing to love. Fortune had raised her above them, and she could not
stoop to an alliance with those who often fed upon the garbage cast to
beasts of prey, and had no better home than the perilous retirement of
the jungle, where, in common with creatures of rapine and of blood,
they shared a precarious abode.
Though the Pariah could bestow upon his daughter a dowry that would
have rendered her an eligible object of alliance had she been blessed
with the proud distinction of caste, no one out of her own tribe
proposed for one of the loveliest specimens of nature’s craft that
could be exhibited to the admiration of man:--the gentle girl was
doomed to pine in utter hopelessness.
A young Pariah had sighed in vain for the love of the beautiful Yhahil.
He had sought her notice by every attention, but her averted eye and
compressed lip showed that he had no place in the affections he sought
to win. He was a well-looking youth, with an elevation of mind and a
natural refinement of character much above the generality of his race;
still he was not beloved. He, nevertheless, laboured with unwearying
assiduity to thaw the frost that seemed to have incrusted the heart
of her for whom he would have gladly died, had such a sacrifice been
demanded of him. Whenever she quitted her home he was sure to be in
the way with some humble offering of attachment, which she invariably
refused with gentleness, though in a manner that showed her sincerity.
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