The Heroine. Barrett Eaton Stannard
flew round me, thick as hail,
And whistled as they went for want of thought.
'At length my sword broke, so I set sail for England.
'As I first touched foot on her chalky beach; Hail! exclaimed I, happy land, thrice hail! Take to thy fostering bosom the destitute Montmorenci – Montmorenci, once the first and richest of the Gallic nobility – Montmorenci, whom wretches drove from his hereditary territories, for loyalty to his monarch, and opposition to the atrocities of exterminators and revolutionists.
'Nine days and nights I wandered through the country, the rivulet my beverage, and the berry my repast: the turf my couch, and the sky my canopy.'
'Ah!' interrupted I, 'how much you must have missed the canopy of white velvet painted over with jonquils and butterflies!'
'Extremely,' said he, 'for during sixteen long years, I had not a roof over my head. – I was an itinerant beggar!
'One summer's day, the cattle lay panting under the broad umbrage; the sun had burst into an immoderate fit of splendour, and the struggling brook chided the matted grass for obstructing it. I sat under a hedge, and began eating wild strawberries; when lo! a form, flexile as the flame ascending from a censer, and undulating with the sighs of a dying vestal, flitted inaudible by me, nor crushed the daisies as it trod. What a divinity! she was fresh as the Anadyomene of Apelles, and beautiful as the Gnidus of Praxitiles, or the Helen of Zeuxis. Her eyes dipt in Heaven's own hue.' —
'Sir,' said I, 'you need not mind her eyes: I dare say they were blue enough. But pray who was this immortal doll of your's?'
'Who!' cried he. 'Why who but – shall I speak it? Who but – the Lady Cherubina De Willoughby!!!'
'I!'
'You!'
'Ah! Montmorenci!'
'Ah! Cherubina! I followed you with cautious steps,' continued he, 'till I traced you into your – you had a garden, had you not?'
'Yes.'
'Into your garden. I thought ten thousand flowerets would have leapt from their beds to offer you a nosegay. But the age of gallantry is past, that of merchants, placemen, and fortune-hunters has succeeded, and the glory of Cupid is extinguished for ever!
'You disappeared, I uttered incoherent sentences, and next morning resumed my station at a corner of the garden.'
'At which corner?' asked I.
'Why really,' said he, 'I cannot explain; for the place was then new to me, and the ground was covered with snow.'
'With snow!' cried I. 'Why I thought you were eating wild strawberries only the day before.'
'I!' said he. 'Sure you mistake.'
'I declare most solemnly you told me so,' cried I.
'Why then,' said he, 'curse me if I did.'
'Sir,' said I. 'I must remark that your manners – '
'Bless me!' cried he, 'yes, I did say so, sure enough, and I did eat wild strawberries too; but they were preserved wild strawberries. I had got a small crock of them from an oyster woman, who was opening oysters in a meadow, for a hysterical butcher; and her knife having snapt in two, I lent her my sword; so, out of gratitude, she made me a present of the preserves. By the bye, they were mouldy.
'One morning, as I sat at the side of the road, asking alms, some provincial players passed by me. I accosted them, and offered my services. In short, they took me with them; I performed, was applauded; and at length my fame reached London, where I have now been acting some years, with much success; anxious as I am, to realize a little money, that I may return, in disguise, to my native country, and petition Napoleon to restore my forfeited estates.
'Such, fair lady, such is my round, unvarnished tale.
'But wherefore,' cried he, starting from his seat; 'wherefore talk of the past? Oh! let me tell you of the present and of the future. Oh! let me tell you, how dearly, how devotedly I love you!'
'Love me!' cried I, giving such a start as the nature of the case required. 'My lord, this is so – really now so – '
'Pardon this abrupt avowal of my unhappy passion,' said he, flinging himself at my feet. 'Fain would I have let concealment, like a worm in the bud, feed on my damask cheek; but, oh! who could resist the maddening sight of so much beauty?'
I remained silent, and with the elegant embarrassment of modesty, cast my blue eyes to the ground. I never looked so lovely.
'But I go!' cried he, springing on his feet. 'I fly from you for ever! No more shall Cherubina be persecuted with my hopeless love. But Cherubina, the hills and the vallies shall echo, and the songsters of the grove shall articulate Cherubina. I will shake the leaves of the forest with my sighs, and make the stream so briny with my tears, that the turbot shall swim into it, and the sea-weed grow upon its banks!'
'Ah, do not!' said I, with a look of unutterable anguish.
'I will!' exclaimed he, pacing the chamber with long strides, and slapping his heart, 'and I call all the stars of respectability to witness the vow. Then, Lady Cherubina,' continued he, stopping short before me; 'then, when maddened and emaciated, I shall pillow my haggard head on a hard rock, and lulled by the hurricanes of Heaven, shall sink into the sleep of the grave.' —
'Dear Montmorenci!' said I, quite overcome, 'live for my sake – as you value my – friendship, – live.'
'Friendship!' echoed he. 'Oh! Cherubina, Oh! my soul's precious treasure, say not that icy word. Say hatred, disgust, horror; any thing but friendship.'
'What shall I say?' cried I, ineffably affected, 'or what shall I do?'
'What you please,' muttered he, looking wild and pressing his forehead. 'My brain is on fire. Hark! chains are clanking – The furies are whipping me with their serpents – What smiling cherub arrests yon bloody hand? Ha! 'tis Cherubina. And now she frowns at me – she darts at me – she pierces my heart with an arrow of ice!'
He threw himself on the floor, groaned grievously, and tore his hair. I was horror-struck.
'I declare,' said I, 'I would say any thing on earth to relieve you; – only tell me what.'
'Angel of light!' exclaimed he, springing upon his feet, and beaming on me a smile that might liquefy marble. 'Have I then hope? Dare I say it? Dare I pronounce the divine words, she loves me?'
'I am thine and thou art mine!' murmured I, while the room swam before me.
He took both my hands in his own, pressed them to his forehead and lips, and leaned his burning cheek upon them.
'My sight is confused,' said he, 'my breathing is opprest; I hear nothing, my veins swell, a palpitation seizes my heart, and I scarcely know where I am, or whether I exist!'
Then softly encircling my waist with his arm, he pressed me to his heart. With what modesty I tried to extricate myself from his embrace; yet with what willing weakness I trembled on his bosom. It was Cherubina's hand that fell on his shoulder, it was Cherubina's tress that played on his cheek, it was Cherubina's sigh that breathed on his lip.
'Moment of a pure and exquisite emotion!' cried he. 'In the life of man you are known but once; yet once known, can you ever be forgotten? Now to die would be to die most blest!'
Suddenly he caught me under the chin, and kissed me. I struggled from him, and sprang to the other end of the room, while my neck and face were suffused with a glow of indignation.
'Really,' said I, panting with passion, 'this is so unprovoked, so presuming.'
He cast himself at my feet, execrated his folly, and swore that he had merely fulfilled an etiquette indispensible among lovers in his own country.
''Tis not usual here, my lord,' said I; 'and I have no notion of submitting to any freedom that is not sanctioned by the precedent of those exalted models whom I have the honour to imitate.
'I fancy, my lord, you will find, that, as far as a kiss on the hand, or an arm round the waist, they have no particular objection.