The Manatitlans: or, A record of recent scientific explorations in the Andean La Plata, S. A.Smile, R. Elton
Science
The Manatitlans: or, A record of recent scientific explorations in the Andean La Plata, S. A.
Smile, R. Elton
Science fiction, American
Without teasing our curious interest in her welfare she appealed to the
tribune: “Your Manatitlan cousins, Novuotus, would scarcely feel
satisfied with your interest in my behalf, if I should allow you to hold
me silently exculpated from your abiding confidence in the wisdom that
dictated our betrothal. As we are united, yet single, in the fulfillment
of our marital alliance, I am anxiously desirous of having the
affectionate sanction of their approbation, which could not be conceded
if they thought me capable of participating otherwise than by form, in
the cruel enactments of yesterday. In speaking, it is my wish to
vindicate myself from voluntary conformity with the chivalric usages in
which I engaged, as they were then, as they ever have been, sadly
repugnant to my conceptions of love and affection, which vividly impress
me with the reality of an existence independent of the body’s mortality.
That your cousins may realize in what measure they are entitled to
bestow upon me their lenity and sympathy, I will relate to them the
cause that influenced my introduction to the guardianship of your
people. Of my ancestral origin, I am certain that the events of
yesterday will better inform you than I am able from my own knowledge.
In my fourth year, when my perceptions were only advanced in the bud
sufficient for impression, without enlisting the maturing aid of
thoughtful judgment derived from comparison, my father, mother, and two
brothers, became very sick with the plague, alike destructive to the
Giga and Animalculan races. The harrowing scenes of bereavement daily
recounted in my presence aroused impressions of fear for myself, and
when my parents became sick, I added anxiety to my aunt’s
responsibility, to whose sole charge we had been left by the servants
and neighbors. One day, despairing and hopeless, my aunt had enfolded me
in her arms, and while wofully lamenting threatened desolation from the
death of my parents and brother, I was trying to solace her with
endearments, my arms were around her neck, with my lips to her ear and
face turned backward, when the door softly opened and my voice was
stilled by the surprise of my eyes at the entrance of a very large and
beautiful woman. [Here Idolisima fondly embraced, with caresses, the
neck of the Doschessa of Romelia.] My silence and fixed attention
attracted my aunt’s eyes to the door, and when she discovered the
stranger, who appeared to be well known to her, she was much abashed
that she had been surprised in useless lamentation. This made me gladly
hope that the visitor was an angel sent to help us; so, growing bold
with the feeling of hope, I gently withdrew myself from my aunt’s
embrace and approached the stranger imploring her aid for my parents and
brothers! In a moment I was in her arms; then I became so quickly
changed, I no longer feared, for her voice and touch made me feel so
secure that I was sure she came from heaven to help us. But I have since
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