The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Vol. I., No. 3, November, 1834
Various
American literature -- 19th century -- Periodicals
After many efforts, sometimes crowned with success, and often, very
often marked by adversity, fortune at last smiled upon them, and placed
me in a situation (as I was alone in the world,) of comparative wealth.
I wound up my affairs as speedily as possible, and embarked for home.
My voyage was prosperous: once more I trod the free soil of the United
States of America, and bent my way without delay to the town of ----,
where first I drew my infant breath. It was evening when I reached it.
I found it much altered, enlarged and improved; but around me were many
a memorial of the times gone by;--and as the slanting rays of the
setting sun threw their purple and gold on the broad summit of the well
remembered hills, and played in ever changing beauty on the ripple of
the chrystal stream, I seemed borne back from the present, when Time
had furrowed my brow and sprinkled his snows upon my hair, to that
past, when the smooth forehead and the curly locks, the long loud
laugh, and the joyous leap, were tokens of the happy boy. In passing
along the main road leading to the town, I had observed at some little
distance from it, a very large and handsome brick edifice, in the midst
of highly cultivated grounds, where formerly there had stood a very
indifferent wooden building, on a neglected farm, the property of an
idle and dissipated gentleman. It was very foolish to do so, and yet I
uttered a half sigh at the change; for although the present state of
things was infinitely more agreeable to the eye, it struck coldly on my
heart and jarred the chord of cherished associations. When I had fairly
established myself at the "best inn," and answered as I pleased, all
customary inquiries as to who I was, whence from, where going to, and
numberless other impertinencies, I commenced querist in turn, and the
information I then and subsequently obtained from other quarters, I am
now about to lay before the reader. Both of my college friends after
obtaining their licenses, had removed to my native town, which then
offered the best field in the state for the practice of the law.
Heywood had, as I was sure he would, commenced his career at the bar
with signal success. His very first appearance, his maiden speech, had
given him a station far beyond his youthful competitors, and indeed
among the foremost ranks of those who had grown gray in their vocation.
He had been entrusted, with others, in the management of a case of
great difficulty, and involving property to a large amount; and in the
examination of the witnesses, had exhibited a knowledge of human
character, and a power to discover and elicit truth, that in one so
young and so unpracticed, seemed absolutely marvellous; while his
familiarity with the abstruse points and technicalities of the law,
appeared as close and intimate as if he had spent years in acquiring
it. He was regarded as a prodigy, and indeed he was one. I have seen
many men in many climes, but never have I met with Heywood's equal in
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