Behold the beauteous scene, to fill the mind with wonder and
delight;--the varied land and water prospect;-- from whence the
arm of Commerce sends her store, to nations far remote;-- adjacent
to a city, that's wealthy, large, and flourishing.
The genial warmth of the air had now animated anew the magnificence of
nature's works, and the verdant scenery of spring decked the landscape
with all its resplendent colouring and variety. As the season advanced,
all classes of people had recourse to their favourite walk on the
Battery, either for pleasure, or as an alleviation from the toils and
cares of business. This healthy promenade drew together a number of the
citizens in the morning, but many more resorted there in the evening,
and a numerous throng here regaled themselves, and rested from the busy,
bustling occupations of the day;--and at the same time were spectators
of the most splendid scene imaginable. When the sun had gone down
beneath a clear horizon, and the moon had risen in silent majesty,
dispensing her light over the unruffled face of the Hudson, decorated
with a numerous sail, representing an inimitable landscape, sublime and
beautiful.
[_NY Weekly_: An Evening Meditation:
The moon ... arises in silent majesty .... the unruffled rivers....]
[same, unedited:
The moon borrows her light, and bestows it upon us; she arises in
silent majesty, humbly waiting to reign when he resigns his throne.
No chorus ushers in his reign, no rays pronounce her approach;
gently she steals on the world, and sits in silent majesty to view
the good she does. She lights the wandering traveller, she warms the
earth with gentle heat, she dazzles not the eye of the philosopher,
but invites him to view and to admire--How still is nature! not a
breeze! each tree enjoys its shadow undisturbed, the unruffled
rivers glide smoothly on reflecting nature's face....]
Alida walked out one evening, and repaired thither, attended by Mr.
More. It was six o'clock when they reached the Battery, and a numerous
concourse of people had already collected there. The mild rays of the
setting sun were just visible above the horizon, and cast a soft lustre
over the adjacent landscape, when they entered Castle-Garden to
contemplate more nearly the surrounding scenery.
They seated themselves here, while they discoursed on the beauties of
nature, and the wonders of creation,--descanting on the goodness and
bounty of that ineffable Being, from whom all our blessings flow;--the
continual succession of so many various objects, to fill the mind with
rapture and enthusiasm, and strike us with veneration and awe.
[_NY Weekly_: Essay No. I:
In man there is a natural love of change and variety: the mind is
wearied by continual succession of similar objects, those pleasures,
which at first were capable of inspiring emotions of delight; which
once filled the heart with rapture and enthusiasm.... neither strike
them with veneration nor with awe.]
The beauty and mildness of the present season, the copious showers, that
caused the earth to abound with teeming verdure; all of which drew the
contemplative genius insensibly to consider the benevolent purposes, for
which all these varieties are called forth in such abundance, to excite
the gratitude of man, and furnish a perpetual source of pleasure and
delight. "And can we," said Alida, "who are conscious of deriving our
existence from a Being of such infinite goodness and power, properly
entertain other prospects than those of happiness, when we experience so
many blessings daily, to excite our thankfulness."
[_NY Weekly_: Contemplation:
.... To consider the benevolent purposes for which he called
forth this variety and multitude of being, that comes under our
cognizance, must be a perpetual source of comfort. A rational
creature, that is conscious of deriving its existence from a being
of infinite goodness and power, cannot properly entertain any
prospect but of happiness.]
Mr. More expatiated on the pleasure there must be in passing a tranquil
life with a beloved object, turning his insidious eyes towards Alida as
he spoke; he seemed to say, that she was the being, with whom he could
be able to realize all the exalted ideas he entertained of such a life;
and to point out beauties, and furnish amusement, to a refined taste
like hers, would be to him one of the highest pleasures he could
possibly experience. When he declared to her his esteem and affection,
with his native sincerity, he seemed to be convinced, at the same time,
that she was favourably disposed towards him.
[_Children of the Abbey_:
to point out beauties to a refined and cultivated taste like hers
would be to him the greatest pleasure he could possibly experience.
Seated sometimes on the brow of a shrubby hill, as they viewed the
scattered hamlets beneath, he would expatiate on the pleasure he
conceived there must be in passing a tranquil life with one lovely
and beloved object: his insidious eyes, turned towards Amanda, at
these minutes seemed to say, she was the being who could realize all
the ideas he entertained of such a life....]
On the contrary, she was evidently much embarrassed at this declaration.
She remained silent, and looked upon him with a degree of pity mingled
with regret; then casting down her eyes, she appeared greatly confused.
She could not make any returns in his favour, and the amiable Alida felt
extremely sorry to give pain or uneasiness to the friend and school
companion of an only brother. She had received him with complacency on
that account, which had served to increase his ill-fated partiality. She
felt that she could not give one word of encouragement, yet she did not
wish to drive him to despair.
[_NY Weekly_: The Fatal Mistake:
.... That amiable Almena received me with the sweetest complacency,
as the friend of her brother.... Edward's penetration soon
discovered the ill hid partiality....
...
.... neither should she wish to throw me into despair....]
The band of music now began to play in the garden. They commenced with
the celebrated air of the Star-Spangled Banner, and continued playing
different pieces for the space of several hours.
As soon as the music ceased, they left the garden to return home, and
all the people now apparently thronged out of the gates with as much
avidity as they had entered them some hours before. When they arrived at
the dwelling of Alida, they found that the time had whiled away, and
that the evening had progressed to a late hour.
On his way home the mind of Mr. More was absorbed in the following
reflections. "When I told her my affection, the blush was diffused over
her cheek--and the tear of sensibility started in her eye. She evinced
her regard by silent expressions, which she has shown repeatedly in many
proofs of interested friendship, accompanied by the softness of her
winning manners, and the engaging mildness of her disposition. Bonville
is her declared admirer--but he may not be a favoured one. Should he
meet with her approbation at any future time, would not his own fate be
wretched, and the universe would become a blank deprived of the society
of Alida, shaded over with the deepest tints of darkness and
melancholy."