CHAPTER XXIX.

THE EFFECT OF YEARS AND EXPERIENCE.--THE ITALIAN CHARACTER.

Godolphin now came almost daily to the astrologer's abode. He was shocked

to perceive the physical alteration four years had wrought in his singular

friend; and, with the warmth of a heart naturally kind, he sought to

contribute to the comfort and enjoyment of a life that was evidently

drawing to a close.

Godolphin's company seemed to give Volktman a pleasure which nothing else

could afford him. He loved to converse on the various incidents that had

occurred to each since they met; and, in whatsoever Godolphin communicated

to him, the mystic sought to impress upon his friend's attention the

fulfilment of an astrological prediction.

Godolphin, though no longer impressed with a belief in the visionary's

science, did not affect to combat his assertions. He had not, in his

progress through life, found much to shake his habitual indolence in

ordinary affairs; and it was no easy matter to provoke one of his quiet

temper and self-indulging wisdom into conversational dispute. Besides,

who argues with fanaticism?

Since the young idealist had left England, the elements of his character

had been slowly performing the ordination of time, and working their due

change in its general aspect. The warm fountains of youth flowed not so

freely as before the selfishness that always comes, sooner or later, to

solitary men of the world, had gradually mingled itself with all the

channels of his heart. The brooding and thoughtful disposition of his

faculties having turned from romance to what he deemed philosophy, that

which once was enthusiasm had hardened into wisdom. He neither hated men

nor loved them with a sanguine philanthropy; he viewed them with cool and

discerning eyes. He did not think it within the power of governments to

make the mass, in any country, much happier or more elevated than they

are. Republics, he was wont to say, favoured aristocratic virtues, and

despotisms extinguished them: but, whether in a monarchy or republic, the

hewers of wood and the drawers of the water, the multitude, still remained

intrinsically the same.

This theory heightened his indifference to ambition. The watchwords of

party appeared to him ridiculous; and politics in general--what a great

moralist termed one question in particular--a shuttlecock kept up by the

contention of noisy children. His mind thus rested as to all public

matters in a state of quietude, and covered over with the mantle of a most

false, a most perilous philosophy. His appetites to pleasure had grown

somewhat dulled by experience, but he was as yet neither sated nor

discontented. One feeling at his breast still remained scarcely

diminished of its effect, when the string was touched--his tender

remembrance of Constance; and this had prevented any subsequent but

momentary attachment deepening into love. Thus, at the age of seven and

twenty, Percy Godolphin reappears on our stage.

There was a great deal in the Italian character that our traveller liked:

its love of ease, reduced into a system; its courtesy; its content with

the world as it is; its moral apathy as regards all that agitates life,

save one passion--and the universal tenderness, ardour, and delicacy

which, in that passion, it ennobles itself in displaying. The commonest

peasant of Rome or Naples, though not perhaps in the freer land of

Tuscany, can comprehend all the romance and mystery of the most subtle

species of love; all that it requires in England the idle habits of

aristocracy, or the sensitive fibre of genius, even to conceive. And what

is yet stranger, the worn-out debauches, sage with an experience and

variety of licentiousness, which come not within the compass of a northern

profligacy, remains alive to the earliest and most innocent sentiments of

the passion. And if Platonism in its coldest purity exist on earth, it is

among the Aretins of southern Italy.

This unworldly refinement, amidst so much worldly callousness, was a

peculiarity that afforded perpetual amusement to the nice eye and subtle

judgment of Godolphin. He loved not to note the common elements of

character; whatever was most abstract and difficult to analyse, pleased

him most. He mixed then much with the Romans, and was a favourite amongst

them; but, during his present visit to the Immortal City, he did not, how

distantly soever, associate with the English. His carelessness of show,

and the independence of a single man from burdensome connexions, rendered

his income fully competent to his wants; but, like many proud men, he was

not willing to make it seem even to himself, as a comparative poverty,

beside the lavish expenses of his ostentatious countrymen. Travel,

moreover, had augmented those stores of reflection which rob solitude of

ennui.

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