Love stories; New York (N.Y.) -- History -- 1775-1865 -- Fiction
"I shall tell Mrs. Adams how far gone in love I am," he continued. "She
is herself set on that clever little husband of hers; and 'tis said,
theirs was a love match, beyond all speculation. I shall say to her,
'Help me, madame, to an opportunity'; and I think she will not refuse.
As for my father, I heard him this morning with as much patience as any
Christian could do; but I am resolved to marry Cornelia. I will not
give her up; not for an earldom! not for a dukedom! not for the crown
of England!"
And to these thoughts he flung off, with a kind of passion, his coat
and vest. The action was but the affirmation of his resolve, a
materialization of his will. To have used an oath in connection with
Cornelia would have offended him; but this passionate action asserted
with equal emphasis his unalterable resolve. A tender, gallant,
courageous spirit possessed him. He was carried away by the feelings it
inspired: and nobly so, for alas for that man who professes to be in
love and is not carried away by his feelings; in such case, he has no
feelings worth speaking of!
Joris Hyde allowed the sweet emotions Cornelia had inspired to have,
and to hold, and to occupy his whole being. His heart burned within
him; memories of Cornelia closed his eyes, and then filled them with
adorable visions of her pure, fresh loveliness; his pulses bounded; his
blood ran warm and free as the ethereal ichor of the gods. Sleep was a
thousand leagues away; he was so vivid, that the room felt hot; and he
flung open the casement and sat in a beatitude of blissful hopes and
imaginations.
And after midnight, when dreams fall, the moon came up over Nassau and
Cedar Streets and threw poetic glamours over the antique churches, and
grassy graveyards, and the pretty houses, covered with vines and
budding rosebushes; and this soft shadow of light calmed and charmed
him. In it, he could believe all his dreams possible. He leaned forward
and watched the silvery disc, struggling in soft, white clouds; parting
them, as with hands, when they formed in baffling, airy masses in her
way. And the heavenly traveller was not silent; she had a language he
understood; for as he watched the sweet, strong miracle, he said softly
to himself--
"It is a sign to me! It is a sign! So will I put away every baffling
hindrance between Cornelia and myself. Barriers will only be as those
vaporous clouds. I shall part them with my strong resolves--I shall--I
shall--I--" and he fell asleep with this sense of victory thrilling his
whole being. Then the moon rose higher, and soon came in broad white
bars through the window and lay on his young, handsome, smiling face,
with the same sweet radiance that in the days of the gods glorified the
beautiful shepherd, sleeping on the Ephesian plains.
CHAPTER V
TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF
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