The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852Various
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The International Monthly, Volume 5, No. 4, April, 1852
Various
Art, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals; Science -- History -- Periodicals
Oh, how the heart of Lilias trembled as she looked upon him and read the
measure of his twofold suffering. An outcast, by deformity, from the
common race of man, and trodden down in soul by unmerited contumely or
hate. How to the very depths was stirred within her that well of
tenderness and pity for the oppressed which gushes in every woman's
heart, as she saw in his whole aspect the evidence of a resolute and
noble endurance, a patient meekness, untinged by a trace of bitterness!
She could have wept over him, for she was one of those unhappily gifted
whose soul is like a sensitive plant, and shrinks from the touch of
sufferings in others with an exquisite susceptibility. Her natural
delicacy, however, taught her that she must hide from him how deeply his
infirmity had moved her; he must see in her no evidence of the insulting
pity to which alone he seemed accustomed. He had spoken of her shrinking
away from him; she drew nearer, and lifting up her eyes, smiled one
quiet, gentle smile, as though in token that she had seen nought to
surprise or grieve her; that look was balm to him, used only to the
half-averted glance of sad repugnance which we are wont to cast on an
unsightly object. His voice shook with mingled eagerness and delight as
he said:
"Could you indeed take such a deformed wretch as I am by the hand, and
stand forth before all the world to acknowledge him your friend?"
"Is it, then, the perishable, mortal body that we love and hold
communion with, in those who are mercifully given to be our friends?"
she answered; "the frame that shall be a thing of dust and worms so
soon? Is it not the indestructible soul to which we give our sympathy,
and is not that sympathy immortal as itself? for nothing good and pure
that ever was created can have power to perish, though it be only the
subtle feeling of a human heart; and so the friendship which is given by
one deathless spirit to another is a link between them for their
eternity of life, and what has it to do with the outward circumstances
of our brief sojourn here?" She paused, and then anxious to dispel the
sort of solemnity which had gained on both of them, she said, playfully:
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