The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35Various
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The Southern Literary Messenger, Volume I., 1834-35
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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 {107} 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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