The beautiful lake! We two are on its grassy margin,--twilight melting
into night; the stars stealing forth, one after one. What a wonderful
change is made within us when we come from our callings amongst men,
chafed, wearied, wounded; gnawed by our cares, perplexed by the doubts
of our very wisdom, stung by the adder that dwells in cities,--Slander;
nay, even if renowned, fatigued with the burden of the very names that
we have won! What a change is made within us when suddenly we find
ourselves transported into the calm solitudes of Nature,--into scenes
familiar to our happy dreaming childhood; back, back from the dusty
thoroughfares of our toil-worn manhood to the golden fountain of our
youth! Blessed is the change, even when we have no companion beside us
to whom the heart can whisper its sense of relief and joy. But if the
one in whom all our future is garnered up be with us there, instead of
that weary World which has so magically vanished away from the eye and
the thought, then does the change make one of those rare epochs of life
in which the charm is the stillness. In the pause from all by which our
own turbulent struggles for happiness trouble existence, we feel with a
rapt amazement how calm a thing it is to be happy. And so as the night,
in deepening, brightened, Lilian and I wandered by the starry lake.
Conscious of no evil in ourselves, how secure we felt from evil! A
few days more--a few days more, and we two should be as one! And that
thought we uttered in many forms of words, brooding over it in the long
intervals of enamoured silence.
And when we turned back to the quiet inn at which we had taken up our
abode, and her mother, with her soft face, advanced to meet us, I said
to Lilian,--
“Would that in these scenes we could fix our home for life, away and
afar from the dull town we have left behind us, with the fret of its
wearying cares and the jar of its idle babble!”
“And why not, Allen? Why not? But no, you would not be happy.”
“Not be happy, and with you? Sceptic, by what reasoning do you arrive at
that ungracious conclusion?”
“The heart loves repose and the soul contemplation, but the mind needs
action. Is it not so?”
“Where learned you that aphorism, out of place on such rosy lips?”
“I learned it in studying you,” murmured Lilian, tenderly.
Here Mrs. Ashleigh joined us. For the first time I slept under the same
roof as Lilian. And I forgot that the universe contained an enigma to
solve or an enemy to fear.