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_ BOOK I CHAPTER XVIII
Being devoted exclusively to a reflection, not inapposite to the
events in this history nor to those in any other which chronicles
the life of men.
There is one warning lesson in life which few of us have not received,
and no book that I can call to memory has noted down with an adequate
emphasis. It is this: "Beware of parting!" The true sadness is not in
the pain of the parting, it is in the When and the How you are to meet
again with the face about to vanish from your view! From the passionate
farewell to the woman who has your heart in her keeping, to the cordial
good-by exchanged with pleasant companions at a watering-place, a
country-house, or the close of a festive day's blithe and careless
excursion,--a cord, stronger or weaker, is snapped asunder in every
parting, and Time's busy fingers are not practised in re-splicing broken
ties. Meet again you may; will it be in the same way?--with the same
sympathies?--with the same sentiments? Will the souls, hurrying on in
diverse paths, unite once more, as if the interval had been a dream?
Rarely, rarely! Have you not, after even a year, even a month's absence,
returned to the same place, found the same groups reassembled, and yet
sighed to yourself, "But where is the charm that once breathed from the
spot, and once smiled from the faces?" A poet has said, "Eternity itself
cannot restore the loss struck from the minute." Are you happy in the
spot on which you tarry with the persons whose voices are now melodious
to your ear? beware of parting; or, if part you must, say not in
insolent defiance to Time and Destiny, "What matters!--we shall soon
meet again."
Alas, and alas! when we think of the lips which murmured, "Soon meet
again," and remember how in heart, soul, and thought, we stood forever
divided the one from the other, when, once more face to face, we each
inly exclaimed, "Met again!"
The air that we breathe makes the medium through which sound is
conveyed; be the instrument unchanged, be the force which is applied to
it the same, still the air that thou seest not, the air to thy ear gives
the music.
Ring a bell underneath an exhausted receiver, thou wilt scarce hear the
sound; give the bell due vibration by free air in warm daylight, or sink
it down to the heart of the ocean, where the air, all compressed, fills
the vessel around it,' and the chime, heard afar, starts thy soul,
checks thy footstep, unto deep calls the deep,--a voice from the ocean
is borne to thy soul.
Where then the change, when thou sayest, "Lo, the same metal,--why so
faint-heard the ringing?" Ask the air that thou seest not, or above
thee in sky, or below thee in ocean. Art thou sure that the bell, so
faint-heard, is not struck underneath an exhausted receiver? _
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