"I cannot believe," resumed Browne, "that we are destined to waste our
days in this lonely spot, elysium as it is, of external beauty. We have
faculties and desires, which can find no scope here, and which are
perishing for lack of exercise. Still it is possible. But it is a
dreary, dreary thought! I can now feel the pathos of the words of the
ancient mariner on coming in sight of his native land--
"`Oh dream of joy! is this indeed
The light-house top I see?
Is this the hill? is this the kirk?--
Is this mine own countree?
"`We drifted o'er the harbour bar
And I with sobs did pray--
O let me be awake, my God!
Or let me sleep away!'"
Browne recited the lines with a power and feeling, that affected even
the matter-of-fact Morton; Max hastened to show that he was above being
so easily moved.
"All this comes," cried he, "of lying here under the trees in the
moonlight. Moonlight certainly has a tendency to make people melancholy
and sentimental; it also makes them do foolish things. The most absurd
and unreasonable notions I ever entertained, came into my head by
moonlight, and wouldn't go away. Only twenty-five minutes ago, we were
quite a rational, practical set of persons, eating our supper, (a
well-cooked supper, too, though I say it myself), with a keen appetite,
like Christians. And now, we have fallen to sighing and quoting poetry,
and Browne waxes quite pathetic at the touching thought of getting a
glimpse once more, of the smoky chimneys of Glasgow! Finally, I have
nearly caught the infection myself, and unless I escape out of the
moonlight presently, I dare say I also shall become quite
lack-a-daisical, and commence a poetical apostrophe to my native village
of Hardscrabble--or rather to plump little Susan Somers, my first love,
at the `madam's' school, who affected my weak mind and susceptible heart
to that extent, that in her bewildering presence my tongue clave to the
roof of my mouth, while I grew red in the face like a perplexed turkey
gobbler. But what _can_ have become of Arthur and the rest? Unless
something had happened to them, they must have returned before now."
A little before midnight we retired to the cabin to sleep, having first
agreed, that in the morning three of us should proceed up the stream
again, to make a thorough search for our companions, the fourth
remaining behind until near noon, when, if the absentees had not yet
returned, he should set out to join the others at the islet below the
falls, which we fixed upon as the rendezvous.
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