RALPH FALLETH INTO THE USUAL DELUSION OF SUPPOSING HIMSELF HAPPY--
WISHETH IT MAY LAST ALL HIS LIFE, MAKING IT A REALITY--AS YET NO
SYMPTOMS OF IT DISPELLING; BUT THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET MAY HAVE THE DARKEST
NIGHT.
She bounded from me in a transport of joy, shouting, "He stays, he
stays!" and I heard the words repeated among the groups of negresses,
who loved her; it seemed to be the burthen of a general song, the glad
realisation of some prophecy; for, ere the night was an hour old, the
old witch, who had had the tuition of Josephine, had already made a
mongrel sort of hymn of the affair, whilst a circle of black chins were
wagging to a chords of:--
"Goramity good, buchra body stays!"
I saw no more of Josephine that night. The old gentleman, her father,
joined me after I had been alone nearly two hours--two hours, I assure
the reader, of misery.
I contemplated a courtship of some decent duration, and a legal marriage
at the altar. I tried to view my position on all sides, and thus to
find out that which was the most favourable for my mind's eye to rest
upon.--It was but a disconsolate survey. Sometimes a dark suspicion,
that I repelled from me as if it were a demon whispering murder in my
ear, would hint to me the possibility that I was entrapped. However,
the lights that came in with Monsieur Manuel dissipated them and
darkness together. He behaved extremely well--gave me an exact account
of all his possessions, and of his ready money, the latter of which was
greatly beyond my expectations, and the former very considerable.
He immediately gave me an undertaking, that he would, if I remained with
him, adopt me as his son, allow me during life a competency fit to
support me and his daughter genteelly, and to make me his sole heir at
his death. This undertaking bound him also to see the proper documents
duly and legally drawn up by a notary, so as to render the conditions of
our agreement binding on both parties. We then spoke, as father and
son, of our future views. We were determined to leave the island,
immediately we could get anything like its value for the plantation and
the large gang of negroes upon it. But where go to then? England--my
desertion. France?--yes, it was there that we were to spend our lives.
And thus we speculated on future events, that the future never owned.
I have said before, that, during the whole time that I was in the navy,
I never was intoxicated--and never once swallowed spirituous liquors.
Both assertions are strictly true. This memorable evening, over our
light supper, I drank, perhaps, two glasses of claret more than was my
wont at Captain Reud's table. I was excessively wearied both in mind
and body. I became so unaccountably, and lethargically drowsy, that, in
spite of every effort of mine to the contrary, I fell fast asleep in the
midst of a most animated harangue of the good Manuel, upon the various
perfections of his lovely daughter--a strange subject for a lover to
sleep upon; but so it was. Had Josephine's nurse and the Obeah woman
anything to do with it? perhaps. They are skilful druggers. If my
life, and the lives of all those dearer to me than life itself; had
depended upon my getting up and walking across the room, I could not
have done it. How I got to bed I know not; but I awoke in the morning
in luxuriant health, with a blushing bride upon my bosom.
And then ensued days of dreamy ecstasy; my happiness seemed too great,
too full, too overflowing, to be real. Everything around me started
into poetry. I seemed to be under the direction of fairy spirits: all
my wants were cared for as if by invisible hands. It appeared to me
that I had but to wish, and gratification followed before the wish was
half formed. I was passive, and carried away in a trance of happiness.
I was beset with illusion; and so intense were my feelings of rapture,
mingled with doubt, and my blissful distraction so great, that it was
late in the day before I noticed the dress I had on. The light and
broad-brimmed planter's hat, the snowy white jean jacket and trousers,
and the infinitely fine linen shirt, with its elaborately laced front,
had all been donned without my noticing the change from my usual
apparel. It was a dress, from its purity and its elegance, worthy of a
bridegroom. I learnt afterwards that Josephine's old negress-nurse had,
with many and powerful incantations--at least, as powerful as
incantations always are--buried under six feet of earth every article of
clothing in which I had first entered the mansion.
Well, there we were, a very pretty version of Paul and Virginia--not
perhaps quite so innocent, but infinitely more happy, roving hand in
hand through orange bowers and aromatic shades. Love is sweet, and a
first love very, very delightful; but, when we are not only loved, but
almost worshipped, that, that is the incense that warms the heart and
intoxicates the brain. Wherever I turned, I found greeting and smiles,
and respectful observance hovered along my path. The household adored
their young mistress and me through her.
Old Manuel seemed serenely happy. He encouraged us to be alone with
each other. I could write volumes upon the little incidents, and
interesting ones too, of this singular honeymoon. I observed no more
bursts of passion in Josephine; her soul had folded its wings upon my
bosom, and there dreamed itself away in a tender and loving melancholy.
How I now smile, and perhaps could weep, when I call to mind all her
little artifices of love to prevent my ever casting my eyes upon the
hated ship! As I have related before, our little squadron at anchor in
this secluded bay departed one by one, leaving only the _Eos_, with her
sorely-wounded captain; yet, though I saw them not, I knew, by
Josephine's triumphant looks, when a vessel had sailed. All the
_jalousies_ in front of the house were nailed up, so that, if by chance
I wandered into one of the rooms in that quarter, I saw nothing.
I had been domesticated in this paradise--a fool's perhaps, but still a
paradise--a month: and I was sitting alone in the shade, reading, behind
the house, when Josephine flew along the avenue of lemon-trees, and
flung herself into my arms, and, sobbing hysterically, exclaimed, "My
dear, dear Ralph, now you are almost wholly mine! there is only one
left."
"And that one, my Josephine?"
"Speak not of it, think not of it, sweet; it is not yours. But, swear,
swear to me again, you will never more look upon it; do, dearest, and I
will learn a whole column extra of words in two syllables."
And I repeated the often-iterated oath; and she sat down tranquilly at
my feet, like a good little girl, and began murmuring the task she was
committing to memory.
And how did the schooling get on? Oh! beautifully; we had such sweet
and so many school-rooms, and interruptions still more sweet and
numerous. Sometimes our hall of study was beneath the cool rock, down
the sides of which, green with age, the sparkling rill so delightfully
trickled; sometimes in the impervious quiet, and flower-enamelled bower,
amidst all the spicy fragrance of tropical shrubs; and sometimes, in the
solemn old wood, beneath the boughs of trees that had stood for
uncounted ages. And the interruptions! Repeatedly the book and the
slate would be cast away, and we would start up, as if actuated by a
single spirit, and chase some singularly beautiful humming-bird;
sometimes, the genius of frolic would seize us, and we would chase each
other round and round the old mahogany-trees, with no other object than
to rid ourselves of our exuberance of happiness; but the most frequent
interruptions were when she would close her book, and, bathing me in the
lustre of her melancholy eyes, bid me tell her some tale that would make
her weep; or, with a pious awe, request me to unfold some of the
mysteries of the universe around her, and commune with her of the
attributes of their great and beneficent Creator.
Was not this a state of the supremest happiness? Joy seemed to come
down to me from heaven in floods of light; the earth to offer up her
incense to me, as I trod upon her beautiful and flower-encumbered bosom;
the richly-plumaged birds to hover about me, as if sent to do me homage;
even the boughs of the majestic trees, as I passed them, seemed to wave
me a welcome. Joy was in me and around me; there was no pause in my
blissful feelings. I required no relaxation to enjoy them more
perfectly, for pleasure seemed to succeed pleasure in infinite variety.
It was too glorious to last. The end was approaching, and that end was
very bitter.