IX.
THE MERMAID AND HER CHILD.
A mermaid was sporting on the surface of the ocean; in her arms was herbabe, which she nourished at her breast, as a human mother would havedone her own offspring. While she was lightly rocking to and fro, a shipcame in sight, running before the wind, the keel ploughing the whitefoam, sails unfurled, and streamers flying. The mermaid knew not what itwas--she thought it might be a huge sea monster; never before had sheseen aught like it, for her home was in those unfrequented seas, whichthe ships of men have not explored. She gazed awhile on it in wonder,retreating, but with her eye still fixed; while thus lost inastonishment and awe, an enormous shark, that had been watching her,came swiftly, and snatched the infant from her arms, and ere she wasaware, bore it beneath the surface. The mother immediately dived inpursuit, but came in sight only in time to see the young one devoured bya hundred voracious creatures, like that which had torn it from her; andshe barely escaped from them with her own life. In her agony, notheeding whither she went, all day long she kept in the path of thevessel, and midnight found her still following it, in a furious storm,which she fearlessly and stoutly breasted. The sea was her nativeelement, and the raging of the waters was like music to her ear. At lastshrieks from the ship roused her from the apathy into which her griefhad plunged her, and looking up, she saw the tall masts, which hadseemed to reach the very skies, broken and dismantled, and the vesselitself about to dash upon the rocks, from which it had no power ofescaping. But ere this, a boat had been lowered, and living beings,whose forms were wonderful and strange to her, (by the aid of a rope,)had been let down from the side of the ship, and placed safely withinit. At last a mother and her child together, in descending, missed thetossing bark, and both fell into the sea. The mother was quicklyrescued, but her babe had fallen from her arms, and sank out of hersight; and the sailors were forced, notwithstanding the beseechingpetition of the agonized mother, to push off and leave it to its fate,or the boat, and all in it, would have been swamped in the whirlpool,which drew in all surrounding objects, as the vessel, which presentlywas dashed in pieces, rapidly filled, and sank into the depths of theocean. The mermaid saw all, and diving below, she received the babe inher open arms, and on beholding its beautiful and innocent countenance,she rejoiced over it, as if she had found a treasure, and tenderlynourishing it and hushing its cries, she bore it far away to her home inthose unknown seas, from which she had wandered. Here amid thelabyrinths of waters, spring up tiny islands of coral, covered withverdure, high above the reach of the floods, which dash around them. Onone of these, scarcely larger than the cradle which it was to imitate,the mermaid made a bed for the little charge, and as in this clime,“eternal summer reigns,” she left the child sleeping warmly and securelybeneath a large spreading tree, which protected it from the sun, andfanned its slumbers with broad green leaves, while she sought hercompanions and her boy Rosond, whom she found near the spot, and whowelcomed her with joy, after her long absence. Curiously they lookedupon the little daughter with the blue eyes and fair brow; and notdoubting that it was her own infant, born during her absence, they couldbut be amazed at its strange form, and in their hearts, pitied the poormother, whose little one would undoubtedly soon perish, as it wouldnever be able, like their own offspring, to paddle about or to live inthe waters without assistance. Little the mother regarded or seemed toneed their sympathy; she appeared quite happy and contented in what theyconsidered her great affliction; and wondering at her insensibility,they left her alone with her children.
The little Corala, for so her sea-mother named her, throve under thewatchful care of the mermaid and the boy Rosond, one or the other ofwhom was forever with her, bearing her about in their arms on the sunnywaters, or from island to island. Sometimes they would dive with her,for a moment, beneath the sea, then would hold her aloft, with the waterdripping from her form, at which she would toss her dimpled arms, andshout with laughter. She soon began to creep about, then stand upon herfeet and move in a strange sort of way; and the mother, trembling to seeher totter, never left her for a moment, for fear of losing her. She wasoften thrown into great distress, as Corala, stealing off in spite ofher, would roguishly hide herself among the bushes where her mother andbrother (who could not move at all on land, but were only able to creepnear her, sailing by the edge of the island) could not see her, or reachher; but as she always presently relieved their fears by returning tothem and throwing herself into their arms, the mother soon began to feelmore confidence in her ability to take care of herself. As she grewolder she was allowed often to venture out of sight, on her promisingto return to them soon; and as no harm ever happened to her, theyfrequently bore her from the little isle of infancy to largerones--which she explored to their centers; and after having been gonefor hours, would return to her friends laden with berries and fruits,which she found much more to her taste than the sea-food that hadheretofore formed her nutriment. She learned also in time to swim, wherethe waters were not very deep, and used to accompany Rosond on littleaquatic expeditions; though ever when she grew tired of her exertions,he would carry her in his arms till she reached a place of rest.
By the time that she had reached her thirteenth year she had gone overall the islands that lay around, and found these fairy realms peopledwith birds and butterflies, and the smaller sort of animals, such asrabbits and squirrels, who soon came to know her, and to leap in herpathway without fear. She moved about among them like a queen amid hersubjects; and, like a queen, indeed, she looked, for on her brow shewore a diadem of precious gems, which Rosond had brought from thedepths of the ocean. Her robe, like that of the mermen and mermaidsaround her, was made of the variously and gaily-colored seaweed, whichformed a silken scarf for her shoulders, and a petticoat, reaching justbelow the knees, such as was generally worn by these people of thewaters, which left her fair arms and gleaming feet bare in their beauty.Thus shining and sparkling in the sun, she would sit on the shore andarrange the beautiful flowers, with which the islands abounded, intonosegays of magic grace, to present to such of Rosond’s playfellows ascame to visit him, and the strange little sister, of whom he was sofond, and with whom he had rather spend his hours than to join them intheir frolicksome sports, chasing the gold-fish through the sparklingwaves, and leaping high in the air, in their wild glee. Rosond loved towatch the varying expression of her eyes, and ever seemed to regard heras a superior being; and the mother, too, when the mermen and mermaidscommiserated the unfortunate one who was deprived, by what theyconsidered her deformity, of many of their sources of enjoyment, felt aproud and happy consciousness (though she kept her secret to herself)that her child was one of those immortal natures of whom the sages oftheir race had recorded such wonders. Yet her heart began to fail her asCorala grew to womanhood, and the fear that perhaps the truth might someday burst upon the mind, whose workings terrified her, unused as she wasto the operations of human reason, and she trembled for the revelationsthat such a spirit might be capable of making when it reached itsmaturity. As her mind expanded she constantly sought food for itsinquiring activity, and became much interested in the tales of worldsbeyond the waters, peopled by a race of mortal immortals, havingperishable bodies, but spirits that must live for ever; and her brotherRosond, inspired by her earnestness, became almost as eager as herselfto unravel the secrets of their existence. Yet, whenever in theirmother’s presence they broached this topic, she checked their inquirieswith such an unusual tone of disquiet and sternness, that it had thevery opposite effect on the mind of Corala from that the mermaidintended, by giving to the subject, by this appearance of mystery, apeculiar and romantic interest. And, notwithstanding that the theme wasfor ever at rest while with the mother, yet, when alone with Rosond,Corala gave loose reins to her fancy; but, in answer to her questionsand conjectures, Rosond, who had never been allowed by his mother to gobeyond his native seas, could only repeat to her the vague andunsatisfactory talk of those almost as ignorant as himself.
As Corala grew older, h
er sympathy with the beings about her, with theexception of her mother and Rosond, diminished; as for the former,though she did not understand the thoughtfulness that sat on the brow ofher child and shadowed her birth, the soul’s longing for sympathy fromresponsive spirits, yet, so great was her love and her gentlenesstowards her, that Corala clung to her with the same affection she wouldhave done to her own natural mother. As for Rosond, so constantly washe in companionship with his sister that his mind became in timeassimilated to hers, and, from having ever in contemplation a higherorder of intellect, the society of his former associates became asdistasteful to him as to Corala. Soon they were left almost entirely tothemselves, and the mother, satisfied at seeing them happy--to allappearance happy--left them free to roam together where they would,never dreaming that Corala was for ever talking of the worlds beyond,and of the beings that peopled them. But so it was; and as time advancedRosond had the grief of seeing his dear sister pining away under theinfluence of the unspeakable longing that possessed her, and, in hisanxiety to relieve it, he formed a plan which he imparted to Corala, bymeans of which together they would be enabled to know more of thosecountries towards which Corala’s heart seemed ever to be yearning.Accordingly, when all at night were in their resting places, sunk insleep, Rosond, with Corala in his arms, were sailing on the seas makingsuch discoveries as was in their power, and each morning they werefound in their usual places, so that they excited no suspicion. Againand again they set out and returned, and were so rewarded for theirexertions by the wonders that were thus revealed to them that they grewelated and fearless of danger. But yet no information concerning theother worlds was afforded them, and they began to despair of learningwhat they wished. One night, however, having reached the point wheretheir wanderings usually terminated, Rosond was about to go back, butCorala still urged him onward; and, notwithstanding his misgivings, inaccordance with her wishes, he emerged with her from the warm and quietwaters into the dashing, foaming sea, over which the blue sky and starsshone clear and pure. New feelings filled the soul of Corala, new voiceswere speaking in her ears; she was as it were in an ecstasy, and, wraptin the enjoyment, she forgot all else at the moment. While Rosond pausedat her request, and she was looking around, she espied a great object inthe distance that riveted her whole attention. A tiny speck on thewater seemed to be following it, like a bird with its little one besideit, but in truth it was a ship far off, and a boat which had been letdown by the seamen, one of whom from the deck having espied through aglass what seemed to be a maiden riding upon the waves, they were comingto satisfy themselves concerning this strange sight. The little speckgradually grew larger and larger as it came nearer to her, till it atlast it looked like one of her own tiny islands afloat upon the waves,with living beings upon it. She held her breath lest it might alarmRosond, who, bearing her on high in his arms, was concealed beneath thewaters, and saw nothing above him. Noiselessly and stealthily the boatapproached her. Corala perceived, and her heart bounded at the sight,that the forms of the creatures that were moving within were like herown, and in a moment the truth darted into her brain. She was not thenan isolated being, but one of a race, and these were her kindred. Howher heart yearned towards them! Their gaze was fascinated on theirleader, as cautiously they floated towards her; no sound escaped herlips till the shriek she uttered when she found herself torn from thearms of Rosond, and borne away within the hearing of his cries--seeinghim beaten back by the oars, as he vainly endeavored to pursue andrescue her, till at last, fainting with affright, she became unconsciousof all that passed. When she was restored to herself she was on thevessel, which was bearing her fast away from all that she had known andloved. Most pitiful was the moaning she made as the tenants of the shipgathered around, and tried in vain to comfort her. She at first refusedall consolation; yet, in time, as the poignancy of her grief abated, andshe looked more calmly around, she felt herself inspired with a new andmore powerful interest in life; every glance conveyed intelligence; allabout her, like herself, were reasoning and thinking. She was ONE in amass of SOULS, and, though she could not comprehend a single word theyuttered, yet their expression and gestures conveyed to her a meaningthat she could well interpret. When they reached the port from whichthe vessel sailed, the news spread afar like wildfire, that a youngmaiden of great beauty, speaking a language that no one understood, hadbeen rescued from the grasp of a frightful sea monster, so that manycame from great distances to see her. Among others was a gentleman andlady of high rank, who, on beholding Corala, were so impressed with herappearance, that they determined to take her home with them, and adopther for their own daughter, as their only child had been lost at seayears before, while still an infant, and strange to say, if she hadlived, would have been about the age that Corala now appeared to be; andstranger still it seemed, when it was made known that Corala had beenrescued near the very spot where the shipwreck had occurred so manyyears before; and to their redoubled wonder, the likeness of Corala toboth of them, was remarked by many persons, as if she had been theirdaughter indeed; so that the mother could hardly help feeling that theirchild had been saved by some good spirit; nurtured and restored to heragain by the mercy of heaven. But as this would have been deemedmadness, she kept her thoughts to herself, and only revealed them to herhusband, who, like her, felt as if heaven indeed had interposed in theirbehalf, and that the beautiful girl they bore to their pleasant home wastheir lost darling. Corala found relief in this quiet spot by theseaside, from the noise and bustle of the town, the confusion oftongues, and the curious gazers who came on board the ship to see her.Enraptured with the beauty of all that surrounded her, she would havebeen most happy could she have forgotten that her sea-mother and Rosond,far away, were mourning their lost one; and she wept in bitterness atthe thought that she should never again behold those who loved her sodearly, and were by her so dearly loved. Soon by the care and patienceof her new-found mother she became acquainted with the names of thevarious objects that she saw around, and very rapidly she learned toexpress herself in sentences. At last she could relate to them the talesof her infancy, of her cradle on the sea-girt isle, of her sea-mother,and her sea-brother, that she longed again to find. They deemed it all afantasy of her imagination; and she, finding how little faith herhearers had in her representations, kept these remembrances to herself.However, they only grew more vivid from being thus repressed, and werestill her first thoughts. As she made progress in the language, she wastaught to read, and gradually the treasures of knowledge were unfoldedto her. The universe, which had been to her sealed, was now as it wereopening before her; she began to unravel its mysteries, and her wholebeing expanded in the genial atmosphere by which she was surrounded. Sopassed several years, but time did not efface from her memory the imagesof her early days; each new joy only rendered more poignant her grief,that the companions of her infancy were debarred from these pleasures towhich she had such free access. Each day found her in a favorite seat bythe water-side, looking afar at the sea, watching it toss on the shore,and listening to the roar of its waters, as if such sounds could tellher the fate of those for whom her heart yearned, and for whom everynight she put up a petition to heaven.
And now let us leave Corala for a while, and see what has become of theprotectors of her helpless infancy. When Rosond, after giving up allhope of recovering his sister, returned with the sad news to his motherthat she was lost to them, in a frenzy she flew hither and thither.Then, for the first time, her companions of the sea learned that she whohad lived for years among them, whom they had despised, was one of thoseimmortal natures for whom they had been taught such veneration. Rosondalso now learned his sister’s history, and great was his grief to findthat she was not only far removed from him in space, but was also abovehim in the scale of being; yet he felt he could still but worship her ashe had ever done. The mermen and mermaids at first pitied Rosond and hismother; but when they found them ever dwelling upon the one sad theme,nearest to their hearts, they forsook them for more cheerful companions,t
ill they were left at last to wander about alone together. All theirconversation turned upon the engrossing topic--would Corala ever againbe restored? At last they heard of an old wizard of the sea, who like ahermit dwelt in a cave in the depths of the ocean, and who was said tohave the power of foretelling future events. Together they sought hisdwelling-place, which for an age he had not left. The door was guardedby two sea monsters, whose eyes glared, as the two went tremblingly by,but they only opened their terrific jaws to shut them harmlessly again;so they passed safely in. Upon a heap of sea-weed piled up with books,on which was inscribed strange characters, sat the wizard of the sea; hewas bent and wrinkled, and when they told him their errand he shook hisbriny locks, muttered strange words, and taking a curious shell in hishand, placed it at his ear and listened long. The mermaid fearfullyasked, “shall the dear child, that I have so long cherished and loved asmy own, ever be restored to my arms?” He paused, with the shell at hisear, and then made answer--“The voices of the deep wail and cry; shecan never more return to her home on the sea-girt isle, for she is amortal, and has found her kind; be therefore content and go in peace;seek no further into the hidden things of the future.” But they stilllingered. At last Rosond spoke and said: “If indeed it is decreed thatshe can never return to us, can we not go to her, and again see herbeautiful countenance, and have our hearts cheered by the music of herloving voice?” The sage turned over leaf after leaf, and searched intothe mysterious tomes, till they grew weary with waiting, yet would notdepart till he bade them; so much did they long to hear what fate had instore for them; while he seemed as it were to be dozing, and then atlast unclosing his eyes, he sleepily muttered, holding a shell thatglowed like living fire to his ear, made answer, “All things arepossible to superhuman power; if, after the lapse of many years, you canfind again the lost one, and your love for her is then as strong as now,and she is able to reveal to you that she still loves you as in daysgone bye, then may you take her nature, and be united to her again; butshe can never return to you while you are of another race. Hence! nomore disturb the slumbers of the aged, who soon shall sleep forever.Then he fell back and relapsed into a repose so deep, that they soughtno more to arouse him, but hand in hand passed out as they had entered,and returned to their home again.”
Here they related to their companions the words of the wizard, anddeclared their intention of seeking Corala, and endeavoring to ascertainif she still loved them as of yore. The mermen and mermaids endeavoredto dissuade Rosond and his mother from attempting what must be afruitless task. “For,” said they, “should you succeed in discoveringwhither she is carried, and to communicate with her, which is almost animpossibility, how can you suppose that she would regard you as she oncedid? Perhaps,” said they, “she even now remembers with a shudder thefriends of her former days, and, happy amid her own kindred, strives tobanish all thoughts of the repulsive beings whom she once loved.”Though all this seemed so reasonable, and so likely to be the truth, yetRosond and his mother had such a certain conviction of the intensity ofCorala’s attachment to themselves, that they even dared to hope, inspite of all, that one day they might be united to her again. Theircompanions used all their arts to persuade them to abandon these hopes,that they deemed so fallacious, and to leave Corala, and return again totheir accustomed sports. But no words could prevail upon them to give upthe search, and, bidding adieu to all that had ever known them, they setoff together.
On their voyage over the wide waste of waters the spot they both wereintent on seeking was that from whence Corala had been borne away, and,when found, they made it the starting point from which they sailed longdistances, only to return, after vain efforts to gain some clue thatmight lead them in the direction to find her once more. Months and evenyears passed, and yet no success had attended their wanderings; and,almost hopeless, they came back to the well-known spot, from whence alltheir journeyings had proceeded. One day, while hovering around, in thedistance they saw an object, that both had learned to know well--a ship,bearing the same colors as that which had been wrecked before the eyesof the mermaid, and Rosond also marked it as being like the vessel whichhad borne Corala from them. A sudden hope darted into the minds of both.Could they not, by following it, reach the place to which Corala hadbeen carried? It probably was bending its course in the same directionas the other ship had gone. Day after day saw them in this hope,tirelessly pursuing the vessel, that, like a leading star, pointed outtheir course.
The journey seemed almost endless, but at last the scenes began tochange before their eyes; the broad waste of waters gradually narrowed;and seemed to be bounded by land, not in small islands, like dots hereand there, as they had been accustomed to see, but a broad expanse, evenas the ocean itself, over which the eye could not reach, covered with agarment of emerald, where stately towers and spires rose pointing tothe skies. All was strange and wonderful to them, and they clung to eachother, and kept beneath the waters, but still in sight of the vesselthat had led them on, for they felt less lonely when near to that whichhad so long been as a beacon before them. The ship at last was moored,and hidden by some rocks. Rosond and the mermaid watched the busy crowdswho came flocking down to the water, to welcome the friends whodisembarked from the decks. There were among them female forms who movedas Corala once had done. But well they knew she was not there, nor wasshe in the throng that flocked along the pier, or hung over the sides,day after day. They floated at a distance from the shore, and at last,going out of sight of the ship, and sailing with swiftness past thevarious cities and towns, they began to feel the very hopelessness oftheir ever being able, amid such myriads of living creatures, of findingher whom they sought. Yet Rosond, although in despair of gaining theobject of his search, longed to know more of her race, and, approachingas near the land as he dared without fear of discovery, contemplated thefaces, and forms, and movements of those who came within his sight.
A long period passed in this manner, and, sick at heart, the mother andson one evening, when the moon was shining clearly, left behind them allthe noise and bustle of the towns, and followed the current, whichcarried them beside a peaceful and quiet country. At last, as daylightpassed away, they floated near the shore, where a castled mansion stoodon a hill alone, overlooking the peaceful waters. The air was soft andbalmy, and warm as that of their native clime, to which their hearts nowsometimes turned, as towards a haven where they might find rest. Theygazed in wonder at the beauty of the green slope, studded here and therewith oases of flowers, in the midst of which marble fountains threw upjets of water that returned to bedew all around. Gradually they drewnearer to the bank; the serenity of the scene inspired them with acalmness and buoyancy that they had not felt for many months. All atonce a strain of soft music burst on their ears. It was a gentle voice,accompanying a harp. The tones seemed to call up in their minds thoughtsof the sea-girt isle, and the song of the birds that there gladdened theair, and the gentle tossing of that summer sea, and the murmurs of thebreeze that ever softly sighed, and their tears streamed, as if meltedfrom their hearts, at the sound. Presently a white figure emerged fromthe shadowy portal of the mansion, and, like an angel shining in themoonlight, with streaming golden hair and light footsteps, came flittingdown the slope. Their hands trembled as they held them together; theirhearts beat loudly, for they knew this was Corala. Noiselessly they sankbelow the surface, as she came nearer, but their keen eyes were piercingthrough the crystal, and were upon her. How their bosoms throbbed, andthey longed to rush forward and to meet her, but they dared not; shewould flee in her terror far from them. Oh! they felt that the wordswhich had been spoken to them by their companions must be true. Shewould shrink from them if they were to reveal themselves to her; theywould be regarded as monsters in her eyes. Better thus to watch her,and worship her at a distance, than, by revealing themselves to her,lose their only chance of beholding her once more. Thus they thought,and kept silently beneath the waters, though, with all their natures,they were yearning to embrace her. At length she knelt
down, and,bending her brow till it touched the foam, cried, “Oh! mother andbrother of the sea! cannot these waves, that so ceaselessly dash uponthe shore, bear to you the cries of your mourning Corala? and tell youhow her heart still longs for you with unchangeable love, and that eachnight she puts up a prayer to Heaven that you may be preserved andrestored to her!”
With one impulsive movement, hand-in-hand, the mermaid and Rosond rushedforward. But, oh! wonder of wonders! as they came into the shallowwaters they felt themselves rising erect, with limbs and feet, upon thepebbly shore! They knew then that the prediction of the wizard was thusverified: they had loved each other to the end, and now were madepartakers of the same natures. With a cry of joy they rushed into eachother’s embrace, when words and explanations followed. Corala led upthe steep her long-lost sea-mother, with her gentle voice, and mild browand mien. Proudly, too, she watched Rosond moving stately, with hisdiadem of jewels on his lofty brow, his garb of silken weed flutteringlike a scarf of honor from his shoulders, and looking like a royalprince.
The lord and lady of the castle received with joy the long-lost friendsof their adopted child, and welcomed them to the mansion. After arrayingthem in garments befitting their dignity, they presented them to theirservants and retainers. Corala saw no reason to blush for them, theavowed guardians of her youth.
During the time that Rosond and his mother remained as inmates of themansion the lord and lady learned of a certainty that this was, indeed,as they had long hoped and expected, their long-lost daughter; and,though wonderful as was the tale of her rescue, and of her life on theisles of the sea, and of the transformation of the mermaid and Rosond,yet they believed all, and received her as their own with all the faithof innocent hearts.
Rosond, by the sale of the jewels worn by his mother and himself, whichwere almost of a priceless value, realized an immense fortune, andpurchased a castle within a short distance of that of the parents ofCorala, to which he took his mother to reside. Here, by the assistanceof masters, he rapidly acquired the language, and all those arts whichwere befitting a young gentleman of distinction. He became one of themost accomplished courtiers of that period, and soon, by the consent ofher parents, was betrothed to Corala, with whom he spent much of histime. After a short space had elapsed, their marriage was celebrated ina manner befitting the rank of both, and thus Corala became, indeed, thechild of her who had once been her adopted mother. She divided her timebetween her two homes, making all happy, and seeing their children growup around them.
Rosond and Corala never regretted having loved through all difficulties,and to the end.
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Corola=> Corala {x 2}
accordingy=> accordingly {pg 53}
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liitle=> little {pg 72}
frighful=> frightful {Pg 146}
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