Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Now, we dare say, some of our readers will accuse us of having again
fallen into the errors of romance writers, in describing Donna Clara's
hasty acknowledgment of her love for Don Luis; and, in our defence, we
affirm, in the first place, that such was the fact--which ought to be
sufficient. And that none may deem her unmaidenly, it must be
remembered that she had naturally thought of him every day since they
first met, that she had contrasted him with the Count, for whom she had
from the first felt a dislike, and that Don Luis proved he had thought
of her and her wishes, by recovering her mother's jewels; besides, he
was a very handsome, noble person, and her equal in birth; but, above
all, he told her he loved her, and she believed him. Why should she
not? More than a month had passed since they first met; and though they
had not since personally encountered each other, they had, every day and
hour, in spirit; for their love was of that pure essence which neither
time nor space can divide, which, born in heaven, outlives decay, and
against which neither the powers of the earth, nor the spirits of
darkness, can prevail; that heavenly spark which, in an instant kindled,
burns brightly for eternity! Love at first sight! We pity the
heart-withered worldlings who deem this impossible; who, because the
furnace of society has seared and hardened their feelings, laugh and
sneer at all the refined and tender sentiments which gentle nature
implanted in the bosom of man; though such they truly cannot experience,
yet the young and innocent may, and we know, are often thus blessed. We
say blessed, for a few moments of such pure ecstasy are of incomparably
far greater value than a whole life of apathetic indifference. Those
who require confirmation of the truth of our history, we must remind,
that Lisbon is considerably to the south of the latitude of Verona, for
we firmly believe that a certain William Shakespeare never drew a
character not true to life. Now, he tells how, in Verona, the young and
ardent Romeo and Juliet loved, and loved so truly, that they died for
love; and yet their love in one instant sprung to life, and flourished
bright and lovely to the end. Before concluding, we may quote some
words spoken by Juliet on their second meeting, and then we think Clara
will not be accused of precipitancy:--
Juliet.
"Three words, dear Romeo, and good night, indeed.
If that thy bent of love be honourable,
Thy purpose marriage, send me word to-morrow,
By one that I'll procure to come to thee,
Where, and what time, thou wilt perform the rite;
And all my fortunes at thy foot I'll lay,
And follow thee, my lord, throughout the world."
Volume 2, Chapter V.
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