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by Robert Reed


  The war, which about a year before the present time had broken

  out between Greece and Turkey, brought about many reverses of

  fortune . Her husband became bankrupt, and then in a tumult and

  threatened massacre on the part of the Turks, they were obliged to

  fly at midnight, and reached in an open boat an English vessel un-

  der sail, which brought them immediately to this island . The few

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  jewels they had saved, supported them awhile . The whole strength

  of Evadne’s mind was exerted to support the failing spirits of her

  husband . Loss of property, hopelessness as to his future prospects,

  the inoccupation to which poverty condemned him, combined to

  reduce him to a state bordering on insanity . Five months after their

  arrival in England, he committed suicide .

  “You will ask me,” continued Evadne, “what I have done since;

  why I have not applied for succour to the rich Greeks resident here;

  why I have not returned to my native country? My answer to these

  questions must needs appear to you unsatisfactory, yet they have

  sufficed to lead me on, day after day, enduring every wretchedness,

  rather than by such means to seek relief . Shall the daughter of the

  noble, though prodigal Zaimi, appear a beggar before her compeers

  or inferiors—superiors she had none . Shall I bow my head before

  them, and with servile gesture sell my nobility for life? Had I a child,

  or any tie to bind me to existence, I might descend to this—but, as

  it is—the world has been to me a harsh step-mother; fain would I

  leave the abode she seems to grudge, and in the grave forget my

  pride, my struggles, my despair . The time will soon come; grief and

  famine have already sapped the foundations of my being; a very

  short time, and I shall have passed away; unstained by the crime of

  self-destruction, unstung by the memory of degradation, my spirit

  will throw aside the miserable coil, and find such recompense as

  fortitude and resignation may deserve . This may seem madness to

  you, yet you also have pride and resolution; do not then wonder that

  my pride is tameless, my resolution unalterable .”

  Having thus finished her tale, and given such an account as she

  deemed fit, of the motives of her abstaining from all endeavour to

  obtain aid from her countrymen, Evadne paused; yet she seemed

  to have more to say, to which she was unable to give words . In the

  mean time Raymond was eloquent . His desire of restoring his lovely

  friend to her rank in society, and to her lost prosperity, animated

  him, and he poured forth with energy, all his wishes and intentions

  on that subject . But he was checked; Evadne exacted a promise, that

  he should conceal from all her friends her existence in England .

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  “The relatives of the Earl of Windsor,” said she haughtily, “doubt-

  less think that I injured him; perhaps the Earl himself would be the

  first to acquit me, but probably I do not deserve acquittal. I acted

  then, as I ever must, from impulse . This abode of penury may at

  least prove the disinterestedness of my conduct . No matter: I do not

  wish to plead my cause before any of them, not even before your

  Lordship, had you not first discovered me. The tenor of my actions

  will prove that I had rather die, than be a mark for scorn—behold

  the proud Evadne in her tatters! look on the beggar-princess! There

  is aspic venom in the thought—promise me that my secret shall not

  be violated by you .”

  Raymond promised; but then a new discussion ensued . Evadne

  required another engagement on his part, that he would not without

  her concurrence enter into any project for her benefit, nor himself

  offer relief . “Do not degrade me in my own eyes,” she said; “poverty

  has long been my nurse; hard-visaged she is, but honest . If dishon-

  our, or what I conceive to be dishonour, come near me, I am lost .”

  Raymond adduced many arguments and fervent persuasions to

  overcome her feeling, but she remained unconvinced; and, agitated

  by the discussion, she wildly and passionately made a solemn vow,

  to fly and hide herself where he never could discover her, where

  famine would soon bring death to conclude her woes, if he persisted

  in his to her disgracing offers . She could support herself, she said .

  And then she shewed him how, by executing various designs and

  paintings, she earned a pittance for her support . Raymond yielded

  for the present . He felt assured, after he had for awhile humoured

  her self-will, that in the end friendship and reason would gain the

  day .But the feelings that actuated Evadne were rooted in the depths

  of her being, and were such in their growth as he had no means

  of understanding . Evadne loved Raymond . He was the hero of her

  imagination, the image carved by love in the unchanged texture of

  her heart . Seven years ago, in her youthful prime, she had become

  attached to him; he had served her country against the Turks; he had

  in her own land acquired that military glory peculiarly dear to the

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  Greeks, since they were still obliged inch by inch to fight for their

  security. Yet when he returned thence, and first appeared in public

  life in England, her love did not purchase his, which then vacil-

  lated between Perdita and a crown . While he was yet undecided,

  she had quitted England; the news of his marriage reached her, and

  her hopes, poorly nurtured blossoms, withered and fell . The glory

  of life was gone for her; the roseate halo of love, which had imbued

  every object with its own colour, faded;—she was content to take

  life as it was, and to make the best of leaden-coloured reality . She

  married; and, carrying her restless energy of character with her into

  new scenes, she turned her thoughts to ambition, and aimed at the

  title and power of Princess of Wallachia; while her patriotic feelings

  were soothed by the idea of the good she might do her country, when

  her husband should be chief of this principality. She lived to find

  ambition, as unreal a delusion as love . Her intrigues with Russia for

  the furtherance of her object, excited the jealousy of the Porte, and

  the animosity of the Greek government . She was considered a traitor

  by both, the ruin of her husband followed; they avoided death by a

  timely flight, and she fell from the height of her desires to penury in

  England . Much of this tale she concealed from Raymond; nor did

  she confess, that repulse and denial, as to a criminal convicted of

  the worst of crimes, that of bringing the scythe of foreign despotism

  to cut away the new springing liberties of her country, would have

  followed her application to any among the Greeks .

  She knew that she was the cause of her husband’s utter ruin; and

  she strung herself to bear the consequences . The reproaches which

  agony extorted; or worse, cureless, uncomplaining depression,

  when his mind was sunk in a torpor, not the less painful because

  it was silent and moveless . She repro
ached herself with the crime

  of his death; guilt and its punishments appeared to surround her; in

  vain she endeavoured to allay remorse by the memory of her real

  integrity; the rest of the world, and she among them, judged of her

  actions, by their consequences . She prayed for her husband’s soul;

  she conjured the Supreme to place on her head the crime of his self-

  destruction—she vowed to live to expiate his fault .

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  In the midst of such wretchedness as must soon have destroyed

  her, one thought only was matter of consolation . She lived in the

  same country, breathed the same air as Raymond . His name as Pro-

  tector was the burthen of every tongue; his achievements, projects,

  and magnificence, the argument of every story. Nothing is so pre-

  cious to a woman’s heart as the glory and excellence of him she

  loves; thus in every horror Evadne revelled in his fame and pros-

  perity . While her husband lived, this feeling was regarded by her

  as a crime, repressed, repented of . When he died, the tide of love

  resumed its ancient flow, it deluged her soul with its tumultuous

  waves, and she gave herself up a prey to its uncontrollable power .

  But never, O, never, should he see her in her degraded state .

  Never should he behold her fallen, as she deemed, from her pride

  of beauty, the poverty-stricken inhabitant of a garret, with a name

  which had become a reproach, and a weight of guilt on her soul . But

  though impenetrably veiled from him, his public office permitted

  her to become acquainted with all his actions, his daily course of

  life, even his conversation . She allowed herself one luxury, she saw

  the newspapers every day, and feasted on the praise and actions of

  the Protector . Not that this indulgence was devoid of accompanying

  grief . Perdita’s name was for ever joined with his; their conjugal

  felicity was celebrated even by the authentic testimony of facts .

  They were continually together, nor could the unfortunate Evadne

  read the monosyllable that designated his name, without, at the same

  time, being presented with the image of her who was the faithful

  companion of all his labours and pleasures . They, their Excellencies,

  met her eyes in each line, mingling an evil potion that poisoned her

  very blood .

  It was in the newspaper that she saw the advertisement for the de-

  sign for a national gallery . Combining with taste her remembrance of

  the edifices which she had seen in the east, and by an effort of genius

  enduing them with unity of design, she executed the plan which had

  been sent to the Protector . She triumphed in the idea of bestowing,

  unknown and forgotten as she was, a benefit upon him she loved;

  and with enthusiastic pride looked forward to the accomplishment

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  of a work of hers, which, immortalized in stone, would go down

  to posterity stamped with the name of Raymond . She awaited with

  eagerness the return of her messenger from the palace; she listened

  insatiate to his account of each word, each look of the Protector;

  she felt bliss in this communication with her beloved, although he

  knew not to whom he addressed his instructions . The drawing itself

  became ineffably dear to her . He had seen it, and praised it; it was

  again retouched by her, each stroke of her pencil was as a chord of

  thrilling music, and bore to her the idea of a temple raised to cel-

  ebrate the deepest and most unutterable emotions of her soul . These

  contemplations engaged her, when the voice of Raymond first struck

  her ear, a voice, once heard, never to be forgotten; she mastered her

  gush of feelings, and welcomed him with quiet gentleness .

  Pride and tenderness now struggled, and at length made a com-

  promise together . She would see Raymond, since destiny had led

  him to her, and her constancy and devotion must merit his friendship .

  But her rights with regard to him, and her cherished independence,

  should not be injured by the idea of interest, or the intervention of

  the complicated feelings attendant on pecuniary obligation, and the

  relative situations of the benefactor, and benefited. Her mind was

  of uncommon strength; she could subdue her sensible wants to her

  mental wishes, and suffer cold, hunger and misery, rather than con-

  cede to fortune a contested point . Alas! that in human nature such

  a pitch of mental discipline, and disdainful negligence of nature it-

  self, should not have been allied to the extreme of moral excellence!

  But the resolution that permitted her to resist the pains of privation,

  sprung from the too great energy of her passions; and the concen-

  trated self-will of which this was a sign, was destined to destroy

  even the very idol, to preserve whose respect she submitted to this

  detail of wretchedness .

  Their intercourse continued . By degrees Evadne related to her

  friend the whole of her story, the stain her name had received in

  Greece, the weight of sin which had accrued to her from the death

  of her husband . When Raymond offered to clear her reputation, and

  demonstrate to the world her real patriotism, she declared that it was

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  only through her present sufferings that she hoped for any relief to

  the stings of conscience; that, in her state of mind, diseased as he

  might think it, the necessity of occupation was salutary medicine;

  she ended by extorting a promise that for the space of one month

  he would refrain from the discussion of her interests, engaging after

  that time to yield in part to his wishes . She could not disguise to

  herself that any change would separate her from him; now she saw

  him each day . His connection with Adrian and Perdita was never

  mentioned; he was to her a meteor, a companionless star, which at its

  appointed hour rose in her hemisphere, whose appearance brought

  felicity, and which, although it set, was never eclipsed . He came

  each day to her abode of penury, and his presence transformed it to

  a temple redolent with sweets, radiant with heaven’s own light; he

  partook of her delirium . “They built a wall between them and the

  world”—Without, a thousand harpies raved, remorse and misery,

  expecting the destined moment for their invasion . Within, was the

  peace as of innocence, reckless blindless, deluding joy, hope, whose

  still anchor rested on placid but unconstant water .

  Thus, while Raymond had been wrapt in visions of power and

  fame, while he looked forward to entire dominion over the elements

  and the mind of man, the territory of his own heart escaped his no-

  tice; and from that unthought of source arose the mighty torrent that

  overwhelmed his will, and carried to the oblivious sea, fame, hope,

  and happiness .

  CHAPTER VIII.

  IN the mean time what did Perdita?

  During the first months of his Protectorate, Raymond and she had

  been inseparable; each project was discussed with her, each plan

  approved by her . I never beheld any one so perfectly happy as my

 
sweet sister . Her expressive eyes were two stars whose beams were

  love; hope and light-heartedness sat on her cloudless brow . She fed

  even to tears of joy on the praise and glory of her Lord; her whole

  existence was one sacrifice to him, and if in the humility of her heart

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  she felt self-complacency, it arose from the reflection that she had

  won the distinguished hero of the age, and had for years preserved

  him, even after time had taken from love its usual nourishment . Her

  own feeling was as entire as at its birth . Five years had failed to de-

  stroy the dazzling unreality of passion . Most men ruthlessly destroy

  the sacred veil, with which the female heart is wont to adorn the idol

  of its affections . Not so Raymond; he was an enchanter, whose reign

  was for ever undiminished; a king whose power never was suspend-

  ed: follow him through the details of common life, still the same

  charm of grace and majesty adorned him; nor could he be despoiled

  of the innate deification with which nature had invested him. Perdita

  grew in beauty and excellence under his eye; I no longer recognised

  my reserved abstracted sister in the fascinating and open-hearted

  wife of Raymond . The genius that enlightened her countenance,

  was now united to an expression of benevolence, which gave divine

  perfection to her beauty .

  Happiness is in its highest degree the sister of goodness . Suf-

  fering and amiability may exist together, and writers have loved to

  depict their conjunction; there is a human and touching harmony in

  the picture . But perfect happiness is an attribute of angels; and those

  who possess it, appear angelic . Fear has been said to be the parent of

  religion: even of that religion is it the generator, which leads its vo-

  taries to sacrifice human victims at its altars; but the religion which

  springs from happiness is a lovelier growth; the religion which

  makes the heart breathe forth fervent thanksgiving, and causes us

  to pour out the overflowings of the soul before the author of our

  being; that which is the parent of the imagination and the nurse of

  poetry; that which bestows benevolent intelligence on the visible

  mechanism of the world, and makes earth a temple with heaven for

  its cope . Such happiness, goodness, and religion inhabited the mind

 

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