TALE IV.
PROCRASTINATION.
Heaven witness
I have been to you [a true and humble wife.]
Henry VIII. Act II. Scene 4.
I have been to you [a true and humble wife.]
Henry VIII. Act II. Scene 4.
Gentle lady,
When first I did impart my love to you,
I freely told you all the wealth I had.
Merchant of Venice, Act III. Scene 2.
When first I did impart my love to you,
I freely told you all the wealth I had.
Merchant of Venice, Act III. Scene 2.
[The leisure and the fearful time]
Cuts off [the ceremonious] vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder’d friends should dwell upon.
Richard III. Act V. Scene 3.
Cuts off [the ceremonious] vows of love,
And ample interchange of sweet discourse,
Which so long sunder’d friends should dwell upon.
Richard III. Act V. Scene 3.
I know thee not, old man; fall to thy prayers.
2 Henry IV. Act V. Scene 5.
2 Henry IV. Act V. Scene 5.
TALE IV.
PROCRASTINATION.
Love will expire; the gay, the happy dream
Will turn to scorn, indiff’rence, or esteem.
Some favour’d pairs, in this exchange, are bless’d,
Nor sigh for raptures in a state of rest;
Others, ill match’d, with minds unpair’d, repent
At once the deed, and know no more content;
From joy to anguish they, in haste, decline,
And with their fondness, their esteem resign.
More luckless still their fate, who are the prey
Of long-protracted hope and dull delay; 10
’Mid plans of bliss the heavy hours pass on,
Till love is wither’d, and till joy is gone.
This gentle flame two youthful hearts possess’d,
The sweet disturber of unenvied rest:
The prudent Dinah was the maid beloved,
And the kind Rupert was the swain approved.
A wealthy aunt her gentle niece sustain’d,
He, with a father, at his desk remain’d;
The youthful couple, to their vows sincere,}
Thus loved expectant; year succeeding year,}20
With pleasant views and hopes, but not a prospect near. }
Rupert some comfort in his station saw,
But the poor virgin lived in dread and awe;
Upon her anxious looks the widow smiled,
And bade her wait, “for she was yet a child.”
She for her neighbour had a due respect,
Nor would his son encourage or reject;
And thus the pair, with expectations vain,
Beheld the seasons change and change again.
Meantime the nymph her tender tales perused, 30
Where cruel aunts impatient girls refused;
While hers, though teasing, boasted to be kind,
And she, resenting, to be all resign’d.
The dame was sick, and, when the youth applied
For her consent, she groan’d, and cough’d, and cried;
Talk’d of departing, and again her breath
Drew hard, and cough’d, and talk’d again of death:
“Here you may live, my Dinah! here the boy
And you together my estate enjoy.”
Thus to the lovers was her mind express’d, 40
Till they forbore to urge the fond request.
Servant, and nurse, and comforter, and friend,
Dinah had still some duty to attend;
But yet their walk, when Rupert’s evening call
Obtain’d an hour, made sweet amends for all;
So long they now each other’s thoughts had known,
That nothing seem’d exclusively their own;
But with the common wish, the mutual fear,
They now had travell’d to their thirtieth year.
At length a prospect open’d—but, alas!
Long time must yet before the union pass; 50
Rupert was call’d in other clime, t’increase
Another’s wealth, and toil for future peace;
Loth were the lovers; but the aunt declared
’Twas fortune’s call, and they must be prepared:
“You now are young, and for this brief delay,
And Dinah’s care, what I bequeath will pay;
All will be yours; nay, love, suppress that sigh;
The kind must suffer, and the best must die.”
Then came the cough, and strong the signs it gave
Of holding long contention with the grave. 60
The lovers parted with a gloomy view,
And little comfort but that both were true;
He for uncertain duties doom’d to steer,
While hers remained too certain and severe.
Letters arrived, and Rupert fairly told
“His cares were many, and his hopes were cold;
The view more clouded, that was never fair,
And love alone preserved him from despair.”
In other letters brighter hopes he drew, 70
“His friends were kind, and he believed them true.”
When the sage widow Dinah’s grief descried,
She wonder’d much why one so happy sigh’d;
Then bade her see how her poor aunt sustain’d
The ills of life, nor murmur’d nor complain’d.
To vary pleasures, from the lady’s chest
Were drawn the pearly string and tabby vest;
Beads, jewels, laces, all their value shown,
With the kind notice—“They will be your own.”
This hope, these comforts cherish’d day by day, 80
To Dinah’s bosom made a gradual way;
Till love of treasure had as large a part
As love of Rupert in the virgin’s heart.
Whether it be that tender passions fail
From their own nature, while the strong prevail;
Or whether av’rice, like the poison-tree[3],
Kills all beside it, and alone will be:
Whatever cause prevail’d, the pleasure grew
In Dinah’s soul—she loved the hoards to view;
With lively joy those comforts she survey’d, 90
And love grew languid in the careful maid.
Now the grave niece partook the widow’s cares;
Look’d to the great and ruled the small affairs;
Saw clean’d the plate, arranged the china show,
And felt her passion for a shilling grow.
Th’ indulgent aunt increased the maid’s delight,
By placing tokens of her wealth in sight;
She loved the value of her bonds to tell,
And spake of stocks, and how they rose and fell.
This passion grew, and gain’d at length such sway, 100
That other passions shrank to make it way;
Romantic notions now the heart forsook,
She read but seldom, and she changed her book;
And for the verses she was wont to send,
Short was her prose, and she was Rupert’s friend.
Seldom she wrote, and then the widow’s cough,
And constant call, excused her breaking off;
Who now, oppress’d, no longer took the air,
But sate and dozed upon an easy chair.
The cautious doctor saw the case was clear, 110
But judged it best to have companions near;
They came, they reason’d, they prescribed—at last,
Like honest men, they said their hopes were past;
Then came a priest—’tis comfort to reflect,
When all is over, there was no neglect;
And all was over—by her husband’s bones,
The widow rests beneath the sculptured stones,
That yet record their fondness and their fame,
While all they left the virgin’s care became:
Stock, bonds, and buildings;—it disturb’d her rest, 120
To think what load of troubles she possess’d.
Yet, if a trouble, she resolved to take
Th’ important duty, for the donor’s sake;
She too was heiress to the widow’s taste,
Her love of hoarding, and her dread of waste.
Sometimes the past would on her mind intrude,
And then a conflict full of care ensued;
The thoughts of Rupert on her mind would press,
His worth she knew, but doubted his success;
Of old she saw him heedless; what the boy 130
Forbore to save, the man would not enjoy;
Oft had he lost the chance that care would seize,
Willing to live, but more to live at ease;
Yet could she not a broken vow defend,
And Heav’n, perhaps, might yet enrich her friend.
Month after month was pass’d, and all were spent
In quiet comfort and in rich content:
Miseries there were, and woes the world around,
But these had not her pleasant dwelling found;
She knew that mothers grieved, and widows wept, 140
And she was sorry, said her prayers, and slept.
Thus pass’d the seasons, and to Dinah’s board
Gave what the seasons to the rich afford;
For she indulged, nor was her heart so small,
That one strong passion should engross it all.
A love of splendour now with av’rice strove,
And oft appear’d to be the stronger love;
A secret pleasure fill’d the widow’s breast,
When she reflected on the hoards possess’d;
But livelier joy inspired th’ ambitious maid, 150
When she the purchase of those hoards display’d.
In small but splendid room she loved to see
That all was placed in view and harmony;
There, as with eager glance she look’d around,
She much delight in every object found;
While books devout were near her—to destroy,
Should it arise, an overflow of joy.
Within that fair apartment, guests might see
The comforts cull’d for wealth by vanity.
Around the room an Indian paper blazed, 160
With lively tint and figures boldly raised;
Silky and soft upon the floor below,
Th’ elastic carpet rose with crimson glow;
All things around implied both cost and care;
What met the eye was elegant or rare.
Some curious trifles round the room were laid,
By hope presented to the wealthy maid:
Within a costly case of varnish’d wood,
In level rows, her polish’d volumes stood;
Shown as a favour to a chosen few, 170
To prove what beauty for a book could do;
A silver urn with curious work was fraught;
A silver lamp from Grecian pattern wrought;
Above her head, all gorgeous to behold,
A time-piece stood on feet of burnish’d gold;
A stag’s-head crest adorn’d the pictured case,
Through the pure crystal shone th’ enamell’d face;
And, while on brilliants moved the hands of steel,
It click’d from pray’r to pray’r, from meal to meal.
Here as the lady sate, a friendly pair 180
Stept in t’ admire the view, and took their chair.
They then related how the young and gay
Were thoughtless wandering in the broad highway;
How tender damsels sail’d in tilted boats,
And laugh’d with wicked men in scarlet coats;
And how we live in such degen’rate times
That men conceal their wants, and show their crimes;
While vicious deeds are screen’d by fashion’s name,
And what was once our pride is now our shame.
Dinah was musing, as her friends discoursed, 190
When these last words a sudden entrance forced
Upon her mind, and what was once her pride
And now her shame, some painful views supplied;
Thoughts of the past within her bosom press’d,
And there a change was felt, and was confess’d.
While thus the virgin strove with secret pain,
Her mind was wandering o’er the troubled main;
Still she was silent, nothing seem’d to see,
But sate and sigh’d in pensive reverie.
The friends prepared new subjects to begin, 200
When tall Susannah, maiden starch, stalk’d in;
Not in her ancient mode, sedate and slow,
As when she came, the mind she knew to know;
Nor as, when list’ning half an hour before,
She twice or thrice tapp’d gently at the door;
But, all decorum cast in wrath aside,
“I think the devil’s in the man!” she cried;
“A huge tall sailor, with his tawny cheek,
And pitted face, will with my lady speak;
He grinn’d an ugly smile, and said he knew, 210
Please you, my lady, ’twould be joy to you;
What must I answer?”—Trembling and distress’d
Sank the pale Dinah, by her fears oppress’d;
When thus alarm’d, and brooking no delay,
Swift to her room the stranger made his way.
“Revive, my love!” said he, “I’ve done thee harm,
Give me thy pardon,” and he look’d alarm;
Meantime the prudent Dinah had contrived
Her soul to question, and she then revived.
“See! my good friend,” and then she raised her head, }220
“The bloom of life, the strength of youth is fled;}
Living we die; to us the world is dead.}
We parted bless’d with health, and I am now
Age-struck and feeble, so I find art thou;
Thine eye is sunken, furrow’d is thy face,
And downward look’st thou—so we run our race;
And happier they, whose race is nearly run,
Their troubles over, and their duties done.”—
“True, lady, true, we are not girl and boy;
But time has left us something to enjoy.”— 230
“What! thou hast learn’d my fortune?—yes, I live
To feel how poor the comforts wealth can give;
Thou too perhaps art wealthy; but our fate
Still mocks our wishes, wealth is come too late.”—
“To me nor late nor early; I am come
Poor as I left thee to my native home:
Nor yet,” said Rupert, “will I grieve; ’tis mine
To share thy comforts, and the glory thine;
For thou wilt gladly take that generous part
That both exalts and gratifies the heart; 240
While mine rejoices.”—“Heavens!” return’d the maid,
“This talk to one so wither’d and decayed?
No! all my care is now to fit my mind
For other spousal, and to die resign’d.
As friend and neighbour, I shall hope to see
These noble views, this pious love in thee;
That we together may the change await,
Guides and spectators in each other’s fate;
When fellow-pilgrims, we shall daily crave
The mutual prayer that arms us for the grave.” 250
Half angry, half in doubt, the lover gazed
On the meek maiden, by her speech amazed.
“Dinah,” said he, “dost thou respect thy vows?
What spousal mean’st thou?—thou art Rupert’s spouse;
The chance is mine to take, and thine to give;
But trifling this, if we together live.
Can I believe, that, after all the past,
Our vows, our loves, thou wilt be false at last?
Something thou hast—I know not what—in view;
I find thee pious—let me find thee true.”— 260
“Ah! cruel this; but do, my friend, depart;
And to its feelings leave my wounded heart.”—
“Nay, speak at once; and, Dinah, let me know,
Mean’st thou to take me, now I’m wreck’d, in tow?
Be fair; nor longer keep me in the dark;
Am I forsaken for a trimmer spark?
Heav’n’s spouse thou art not; nor can I believe
That God accepts her who will man deceive.
True, I am shatter’d; I have service seen,
And service done, and have in trouble been; 270
My cheek (it shames me not) has lost its red,
And the brown buff is o’er my features spread;
Perchance my speech is rude; for I among
Th’ untamed have been, in temper and in tongue;
Have been trepann’d, have lived in toil and care,
And wrought for wealth I was not doom’d to share;
It touch’d me deeply, for I felt a pride
In gaining riches for my destined bride.
Speak, then, my fate; for these my sorrows past,
Time lost, youth fled, hope wearied, and at last 280
This doubt of thee—a childish thing to tell,
But certain truth—my very throat they swell;
They stop the breath, and but for shame could I
Give way to weakness, and with passion cry;
These are unmanly struggles, but I feel
This hour must end them, and perhaps will heal.”—
Here Dinah sigh’d as if afraid to speak—
And then repeated—“They were frail and weak;
His soul she loved, and hoped he had the grace
To fix his thoughts upon a better place.” 290
She ceased;—with steady glance, as if to see
The very root of this hypocrisy,
He her small fingers moulded in his hard
And bronzed broad hand; then told her, his regard,
His best respect were gone, but love had still
Hold in his heart, and govern’d yet the will—
Or he would curse her;—saying this, he threw }
The hand in scorn away, and bade adieu }
To every lingering hope, with every care in view. }
Proud and indignant, suffering, sick, and poor, 300
He grieved unseen, and spoke of love no more—
Till all he felt in indignation died,
As hers had sunk in avarice and pride.
In health declining, as in mind distress’d,
To some in power his troubles he confess’d,
And shares a parish-gift;—at prayers he sees
The pious Dinah dropp’d upon her knees;
Thence as she walks the street with stately air,
As chance directs, oft meet the parted pair.
When he, with thickset coat of badge-man’s blue, 310
Moves near her shaded silk of changeful hue;
When his thin locks of grey approach her braid,
A costly purchase made in beauty’s aid;
When his frank air, and his unstudied pace,}
Are seen with her soft manner, air, and grace.}
And his plain artless look with her sharp meaning face: }
It might some wonder in a stranger move,
How these together could have talk’d of love.
Behold them now!—see, there a tradesman stands,
And humbly hearkens to some fresh commands; 320
He moves to speak, she interrupts him—“Stay,”
Her air expresses—“Hark to what I say!”
Ten paces off, poor Rupert on a seat
Has taken refuge from the noon-day heat,
His eyes on her intent, as if to find
What were the movements of that subtle mind;
How still! how earnest is he!—it appears
His thoughts are wand’ring through his earlier years;
Through years of fruitless labour, to the day
When all his earthly prospects died away. 330
“Had I,” he thinks, “been wealthier of the two, }
Would she have found me so unkind, untrue? }
Or knows not man, when poor, what man when rich will do? }
Yes, yes! I feel that I had faithful proved,
And should have soothed and raised her, bless’d and loved.”
But Dinah moves—she had observed before
The pensive Rupert at an humble door.
Some thoughts of pity raised by his distress,
Some feeling touch of ancient tenderness;
Religion, duty, urged the maid to speak 340
In terms of kindness to a man so weak;
But pride forbad, and to return would prove
She felt the shame of his neglected love;
Nor wrapp’d in silence could she pass, afraid
Each eye should see her, and each heart upbraid.
One way remain’d—the way the Levite took,
Who without mercy could on misery look,
(A way perceived by craft, approved by pride):
She cross’d, and pass’d him on the other side.