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The frank and unsuspicious mind of Adrian, gifted as it was by every
natural grace, endowed with transcendant powers of intellect,
unblemished by the shadow of defect (unless his dreadless independence
of thought was to be construed into one), was devoted, even as a victim
to sacrifice, to his love for Evadne. He entrusted to her keeping the
treasures of his soul, his aspirations after excellence, and his plans
for the improvement of mankind. As manhood dawned upon him, his schemes
and theories, far from being changed by personal and prudential
motives, acquired new strength from the powers he felt arise within
him; and his love for Evadne became deep-rooted, as he each day became
more certain that the path he pursued was full of difficulty, and that
he must seek his reward, not in the applause or gratitude of his fellow
creatures, hardly in the success of his plans, but in the approbation
of his own heart, and in her love and sympathy, which was to lighten
every toil and recompence every sacrifice.
In solitude, and through many wanderings afar from the haunts of men,
he matured his views for the reform of the English government, and the
improvement of the people. It would have been well if he had concealed
his sentiments, until he had come into possession of the power which
would secure their practical development. But he was impatient of the
years that must intervene, he was frank of heart and fearless. He gave
not only a brief denial to his mother’s schemes, but published his
intention of using his influence to diminish the power of the
aristocracy, to effect a greater equalization of wealth and privilege,
and to introduce a perfect system of republican government into
England. At first his mother treated his theories as the wild ravings
of inexperience. But they were so systematically arranged, and his
arguments so well supported, that though still in appearance
incredulous, she began to fear him. She tried to reason with him, and
finding him inflexible, learned to hate him.
Strange to say, this feeling was infectious. His enthusiasm for good
which did not exist; his contempt for the sacredness of authority; his
ardour and imprudence were all at the antipodes of the usual routine of
life; the worldly feared him; the young and inexperienced did not
understand the lofty severity of his moral views, and disliked him as a
being different from themselves. Evadne entered but coldly into his
systems. She thought he did well to assert his own will, but she wished
that will to have been more intelligible to the multitude. She had none
of the spirit of a martyr, and did not incline to share the shame and
defeat of a fallen patriot. She was aware of the purity of his motives,
the generosity of his disposition, his true and ardent attachment to
her; and she entertained a great affection for him. He repaid this
spirit of kindness with the fondest gratitude, and made her the
treasure-house of all his hopes.
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