American fiction -- 19th century; Historical fiction; Indians of North America -- Fiction
Those young persons had not yet known each other a single day, yet both
felt that confidence which years alone, in the crowds of the world, can
ordinarily create in the human mind. The cause of the sympathy which
draws heart to heart, which generates friendships, and love, and
passionate attachments, is not obvious to all who choose to talk of it.
There is yet a profound mystery in our organization, which has hitherto
escaped the researches of both classes of philosophers, and which it
probably was the design of the Creator should not be made known to us
until we draw nearer to that great end which, sooner or later, is to be
accomplished in behalf of our race, when “knowledge will abound,” and we
shall better understand our being and its objects, than is permitted to
us in this our day of ignorance. But while we cannot trace the causes
of a thousand things, we know and feel their effects. Among the other
mysteries of our nature is this of sudden and strong sympathies, which,
as between men for men, and women for women, awaken confidence and
friendship; and as between those of different sexes, excite passionate
attachments that more or less color their future lives. The great
delineator of our common nature, in no one of the many admirable
pictures he has drawn of men, manifests a more profound knowledge of
his subject, than in that in which he portrays the sudden and nearly
ungovernable inclination which Romeo and Juliet are made to display
for each other; an inclination that sets reason, habit, prejudice, and
family enmities at defiance. That such an attachment is to be commended,
we do not say; that all can feel it, we do not believe; that connections
formed under its influence can always be desirable, we are far from
thinking: but that it may exist we believe is just as certain as any of
the incomprehensible laws of our wayward and yet admirable nature.
We have no Veronese tale to relate here, however, but simply a homely
legend, in which human feeling may occasionally be made to bear an
humble resemblance to that world-renowned picture which had its scenes
in the beautiful capital of Venetian Lombardy.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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