Part 10

"I cannot confer praise on any invention, however brilliant it may be, that must come into operation at the expense of human sufferings, don't you see," observed the other; "and all those machines which were brought into use for the purpose of diminishing the amount of manual employment, did produce a very great degree of human wretchedness. It may be very satisfactory to some parties, to consider that the country becomes more wealthy according to the increasing facility with which its manufactures are sent to market; but the time must come, if this rapidity of creating produce continue, when the supply must exceed the demand, and then finding an inadequate market for its manufactures, the country must become poor. But while this result is gradually brought about by the manufacturers endeavouring to produce their goods by means of machinery, at as little cost and with as great facility as it is possible to attain, the thousands who gained their subsistence by the labour which these machines have supplied, are left without a resource; they must crawl out the remainder of their miserable lives as they can, and are left to famish, to beg, or to steal. It is pleasant, perhaps, to know that machinery allows you to purchase half a dozen pairs of shoes at the price you formerly paid for one, but while every one can get shoes for a trifle, they who make them can neither get shoes nor bread."

"Are you still arguing, gentlemen?" inquired Oriel Porphyry as he returned from another part of the ship to which he had proceeded with the captain on the approach of the philosophers. "There certainly must be a great fascination in your method of reasoning, or you would either be tired of talking, or want subjects to talk about. What has been the matter in debate on this occasion?"

"We have been arguing upon the superiority of the ancients over the moderns," replied the professor. "I maintained and do still maintain, that the ancients far exceeded us in intelligence, in skill, and in every thing which is a sign of superior civilisation. Their works of learning are invaluable--their efforts in art not to be surpassed--their discoveries in science have been the admiration of every succeeding age."

"And what says the doctor to this?" inquired the young merchant. Fortyfolios looked round, and discovered that his antagonist had left the field.

CHAP. VIII.

LOVE MISPLACED.

Zabra's disposition appeared to have undergone a complete change. He was no longer to be found in the cabin delighting every one with the stirring eloquence of his language, or on the quarter-deck instructing the gentle Lilya in the wonders of the ship. Instead of, as had hitherto been the case, seeking the company of Oriel Porphyry as the greatest enjoyment he possessed, he had for several days avoided every place where they were likely to meet. He roamed about the vessel without attempting to converse with either officers or crew, and if any one ventured to address him, the proud look with which the speaker was regarded, as the young creole turned away, was sufficiently repulsive to prevent the experiment being repeated. Even those with whom he had used to be on terms of intimacy, the captain and the young midshipman, were passed by with the same gloomy look. Every one wondered at the change, and all were ignorant of the cause.

Oriel more than once sought him for the purpose of inquiring the reason of his strange conduct, with the intention of endeavouring to induce him to return to his usual place, as his friend and companion; but the youth fled from his approach so determinedly, and treated his messages with such a studied neglect, that the young merchant, imagining that Zabra was in one of his mysterious moods, at last abandoned all intention of interfering, expecting that in a day or two he would become more reasonable, and join in the cabin circle as usual. Oriel Porphyry had observed so much in the behaviour of his friend that was extraordinary, that he had ceased to be surprised by the strange way in which he frequently acted. His conduct, therefore, in this instance, did not excite in him any particular attention or remark. But no one appeared to regard Zabra's unsocial manner with so deep an interest as Lilya. She felt severely his estrangement from her society: all her pleasures seemed to be completely annihilated by his absence. It was evident that his kind attentions had not been lost upon her grateful disposition, for she was too artless to disguise her feelings, and her sentiments in his favour seemed too evident to be misinterpreted. His handsome features, so warm and eloquent in their expression--his lustrous eyes, shining with so soft a light--and his youthful figure, so buoyant and elastic, had from the first awakened in her breast a feeling of surprise and admiration that was both strange and delightful. A new world seemed rising before her eyes. She entered into a different state of existence. All around her breathed an atmosphere of happiness that made her previous pleasures appear dull and cold; and then she found no enjoyment except in being near him, and when he kindly endeavoured to lead her mind to the contemplation of such subjects as were likely to interest, to amuse, and instruct her simple nature, as the fire of youthful enthusiasm shone in his brilliant gaze, and his intellectual countenance kept changing its expression in accord with the different feelings which the subject created, she held her breath, as if she thought that there was something in what she saw that the least disturbance would destroy; and hung upon his words as if there was a charm in their sound which, once destroyed, could never be created again.

In the lessons with which he sought to enlighten her untutored intellect, her feelings had participated. Her timid nature acquired confidence in his presence. She more frequently sought than shrunk from his society; and she forgot that she was alone upon the world without a single connecting tie to associate her with its sympathies. It was from such feelings as these that she was first disturbed by Zabra's unaccountable and unkind behaviour. In vain she endeavoured to find a reasonable cause for such conduct in any thing she had done; she knew nothing in which she could have offended, except in not having appeared sufficiently grateful to Oriel Porphyry; and this fault of hers she reflected on so long, that she began to regard it as something particularly heinous, and became daily more desirous of attempting, by a different behaviour, to repair the wrong she had committed.

She strived as much as possible to get rid of her natural bashfulness, and sought out the young merchant with the design of repairing her fault in the best way she could. After considerable hesitation and frequent desire to turn back as she proceeded, she ventured as far as the cabin door; where, after waiting a considerable time, daring neither to go on, or to return, she knocked gently. A voice kindly bid her come in, and with a palpitating heart she opened the door and entered.

"Ah, Lilya!" exclaimed Oriel, who sat alone studying a book of military exercises, "this is an unexpected pleasure." Then hastening towards her with a smile of welcome, he led her blushing and trembling to the sofa.

"I hope you will not any longer be such a truant as you have proved yourself," said the young merchant, kindly.

"Have I been a truant?" asked the timid girl.

"Yes you have, and a very sad truant too," replied Oriel Porphyry, with a smile.

"How sorry I am!" murmured Lilya, looking deeply concerned, though she knew not what wrong she had committed.

"Well, I will forgive you if you will promise not to repeat the offence," said Oriel. "You must let me see you more frequently. It is not kind of you to absent yourself from your best friends. Remember that in me you will always find a friend ready to do any thing that is likely to insure your happiness. Will you promise me, that you will not keep away from me as you have done?"

"If you will forgive me, I will promise any thing that is proper for me to do," replied the bashful maiden, appearing by her downcast eyes afraid to look upon her companion.

"Of course I will forgive you," responded the other affectionately, taking one of her hands in his. "There can be very little difficulty in my doing that."

"But there is something else," said Lilya, trembling like a condemned criminal.

"What else can there be?" inquired Oriel.

"Something else for you to forgive," replied the timid girl.

"Indeed, I was not aware of its existence," responded the young merchant. "Tell me what it is. It will give me pleasure to forgive you."

"I have never told you how grateful I am for your kindness to me," murmured his fair companion in a voice scarcely audible. "But indeed I feel it. I cannot help seeing how good you are, and--and--and I like you very much for it."

"You are an admirable creature," exclaimed Oriel Porphyry, apparently delighted with her unaffected simplicity; "and it will be a great source of pleasure to me to be able to assist in creating your happiness. As for gratitude, there is no necessity for that, at any rate, at present; but when I have succeeded in insuring you all the blessings I wish you to enjoy, you may be as grateful as you please."

"And you forgive me for my neglect?" asked Lilya, looking up to his face imploringly, and then instantly casting her eyes to the ground.

"Forgive you!" cried her companion kindly, "you have committed no fault. But if it be any satisfaction to you to receive my forgiveness, it is readily granted; indeed, I feel so much pleasure in conferring it, that I hope you will very soon either commit the same or a similar fault, that I may be allowed the same enjoyment I now possess."

"No, I will not do so again, because that would be wrong," observed the bashful maiden; "I should be unworthy of your kindness if, after you had once been so good as to forgive me for a fault I had committed, I committed the same fault again."

"In truth, you are a most admirable creature," exclaimed the young merchant, with impressive emphasis. "But what can I do to make your stay in the ship more endurable. Your being used to roam at will over the wide fields and open valleys of your native land, must make this voyage appear very tedious. I should like to vary its monotony for you as much as possible. Have you a desire for any pleasure I can gratify?"

Lilya looked confused, the colour in her face disappeared and returned, and she tried once or twice to raise her eyes from the ground to the face of her companion; but as soon as she had elevated them about half way, she let them fall, and seemed as if she had not courage to make another effort.

"You don't answer me, Lilya," said Oriel Porphyry. "Do not be afraid of asking for what you require. I wish your time to pass as pleasantly as I can make it, and you will afford me gratification as well as yourself by giving me an opportunity for increasing your enjoyments. Tell me what it is you most wish to be done."

"I wish Zabra would be as he used to be," exclaimed the simple girl, and an expression of sadness became visible upon her beautiful features.

"So do I," replied the young merchant; "but I have done every thing to induce him to become so, without success. I cannot tell what it is that makes him act so strangely; but he is a strange creature at all times, and as I have allowed him to do as he pleases, I am afraid nothing I could say or do would make him become more rational. He avoids every attempt I have made to prevail upon him to take his place amongst us as usual, and I have therefore no remedy now but patience."

"He never used to be so," murmured Lilya.

"He appears to have taken offence at something or somebody, but what the cause is I do not pretend to know," said Oriel. "I am sure I have said or done nothing at which he ought to have felt offence."

"I thought he was offended with me, because I did not tell you how grateful I was for your kindness," observed his companion.

"I doubt that that is the cause," replied the other. "But it is my opinion that, if any one can bring him back to his former behaviour, it is yourself, Lilya."

"Me!" exclaimed the blushing maiden; "I bring him back to be what he was! Oh I wish I could!"

"I think you have only to try and there is no doubt of success," remarked Oriel: "Go to him, be kind to him; tell him how much you are afflicted by observing him abandon all his friends, and assure him how happy it will make you to see him exerting himself in the same social offices in which he used to take delight."

"Do you really think that would be of use?" inquired Lilya, as she raised her eyes till they met those of her companion.

"There is not a doubt of it," replied he.

"Then I will go this moment," she exclaimed; and leaping from the sofa, she hastened out of the cabin.

Zabra was alone bending over his harp and striking a series of melancholy chords. He was so completely lost in his own reflections, which evidently from the gloomy expression of his countenance were far from being pleasant, that he did not observe the approach of Lilya. The first notice he had of her vicinity was in feeling his hand timidly laid hold of; and on turning his head round, he beheld her gazing on him anxiously and kindly close at his side.

"What brought you here? Why do you follow me? Is there no place where I can be secure from your intrusion?" were the quick inquiries of the young musician, as with a stern look he snatched his hand from the hold of the timid girl.

"Indeed I have no wish to offend you, Zabra," said Lilya, feeling quite confounded with the unfriendly reception she had met with. "I come to you, because I think you are unhappy."

"Who told you I was unhappy?" asked Zabra, sharply; "and what is my unhappiness to you?"

"It is much, because it makes _me_ unhappy," replied the simple girl; "and I thought you were unhappy, because you have abandoned all your friends, and deprived me of the pleasure you used to confer."

"I did not abandon them till they showed themselves unworthy of my companionship," said the youth proudly. "Do you think I can sit quietly to become the victim of deceit and treachery? Do you imagine I can stand tamely by while the heart I worship is ensnared by another? No! I cannot endure it, and I will not. I wish to be alone."

"And will you not return to your place among the friends who delight in your presence?" inquired the bashful maiden; "they are very anxious to see you. And I--I should like you--I should very much like you to be as you used to be; for then you were so kind, and talked to me so delightfully, and appeared so very happy."

"I was very happy then," exclaimed her companion, in a voice tremulous with emotion. "I loved and believed myself loved in return. But it is all over now; I have been deceived. Go and leave me."

"And if you did love, Zabra," murmured Lilya without daring to move her eyes from the ground, "if you are sure you loved--I think I'm convinced--that is, I mean, that if you do love, you must be loved in return."

"No, no! I saw it too plain," observed Zabra. "It's beyond a doubt; it is evident--palpable--I cannot be mistaken. Why do you waste your time here? Have I not told you I wish to be alone?"

"Oh! do not look upon me so sternly," exclaimed the gentle girl, with tears in her eyes; "indeed I wish to make you happy. I will never offend you. I will be all you desire. I will listen to you with the most perfect attention, and carefully remember every thing you tell me. Come, Zabra, come!" she continued, as she ventured tremblingly to lay hold of his hand. "Let me lead you to the kind friends who are so desirous of your presence; let me assure you that you are loved," she added, as she raised the hand she held in her own to her lips, and pressed them softly and quickly upon it, and then, as if alarmed by her own temerity, she hastily dropped it and stood blushing and trembling by his side.

"No, no! I tell you no! I am not loved. I know it too well. Why do you come to me with your affectionate words and fond endearments? Take them to Oriel Porphyry; he can best appreciate them," said her companion.

"Well, I will if you wish it, Zabra," replied the simple girl. "I would do any thing to please you."

"No doubt you would," exclaimed Zabra sarcastically.

"Yes I would, Zabra; and I will go this moment and do what you require me:" and she had scarcely uttered the words before she hurriedly left the presence of her companion.

Zabra sat alone at his harp, half doubting in his mind whether it was simplicity or artifice that Lilya had exhibited; but as he remembered what both had confessed, he felt the conviction that she was again endeavouring to deceive him; and the miserable feeling thus created he endeavoured to express in the following words:--

"Be not deceived, fond heart, Be not deceived; Words are but sounds, and looks changing and vain; None are believed, fond heart, None are believed: When they delude, never trust them again.

"Seek not for truths, sad heart, Seek not for truth; Truth's in the grave, and there only will stay; Maiden and youth, sad heart, Maiden and youth: Each will beguile and then each will betray.

"Love is a dream, fond heart, Love is a dream; Clothed with delight for the heart and the eye; Bright though it seem, fond heart, Bright though it seem, Sleep not--you dream but to wake--and to die!"

"Mustn't allow you to sing such melancholy ditties, don't you see," exclaimed Dr. Tourniquet, standing before the young musician, where he had been for several minutes. "They make every body miserable and yourself too; and besides this they are very hurtful in their effects upon the system. They are a sort of sedative that affect the head and the heart at the same time--prevent eating, drinking, or sleeping with any thing like a healthy state of feeling. Allow me the privilege of an old friend to ask you what's the matter with you?"

"Alas! it is a malady beyond the reach of medicine!" exclaimed Zabra mournfully.

"That's to be proved, don't you see," replied the doctor. "I have for some days noticed you running into holes and corners away from all your friends. It is both unreasonable and unsocial. I don't pretend to know what has been the occasion of it; but as you have acquainted me with your secret, I can make a shrewd guess. Ah! this love's a terrible thing."

"After having been assured you were beloved," said the young musician; "after having convinced your own heart that your affection was returned with the same ardour with which it was given, to find doubt follow doubt, till a certainty that you were not loved gradually forced itself on your mind--this, this is terrible."

"But that cannot have been your case, don't you see," exclaimed Tourniquet. "You cannot doubt--there's nothing for you to dread."

"It is too true. I have been deceived," replied Zabra, and his features became overcast with a deeper melancholy. "All that I have done has been unavailing; all that I have dared has been cast to the winds. To be the sole possessor of one heart I thought would be a sufficient recompense for all my past sufferings, and dangers, and difficulties; but now I have discovered the unwelcome truth, that another has acquired the ownership of what I strove so earnestly to gain. Oh shame on the treachery that can allure a trusting soul into the conviction that its sweet hopes are acknowledged and its fond dreams replied to! and then, as a new face or a more beguiling nature comes upon the scene, will turn to it with a fondness which should have been confined to the sincere one, and leave all those hopes and dreams to be crushed under the withering touch of despair!"

"I'll wager my professional skill you're mistaken, don't you see," said the doctor. "But who do you imagine to be the guilty parties?"

"Oriel and Lilya," replied his young companion.

"It can't be, don't you see," remarked the other. "I'm a little older than you are, and a better judge of character; and from the result of my own observations, I feel certain that neither of them are capable of such conduct. Oriel Porphyry is noble, and is more sincere in his character than any man I ever met with; and Lilya is the most artless, shy, unsophisticated creature that ever existed. You must be wrong, don't you see."

"Both of them have acknowledged it to me," said Zabra; "both have confessed to me their mutual regard. Yes, it is too true. It is placed beyond the possibility of a doubt."

"Without meaning any offence to you, I can't believe it, don't you see," said the doctor good humouredly. "You have been deceiving yourself. There is a little bit of jealousy in the case, depend upon it. And though I maintain that jealousy is usually a very reasonable passion; for it is impossible for one who has thought himself the owner of the affections of another, to find a third party regarded as their possessor, without feeling a considerable degree of indignation: I think, in this instance, there is no cause for it."

"I wish I could think so! I most fervently wish I could think so!" exclaimed the youth earnestly. "Nothing could gratify me so much as to find my suspicions unfounded; but the facts are so clear that the most credulous would be convinced."

"Ah! lovers are the worst people in the world to argue with, don't you see," remarked Tourniquet with a smile. "They are always convinced of something that no one else would entertain for a moment. They believe without a proof, and deny without a cause. With all due respect for you, I must say that love is the greatest folly upon earth. I don't mean to say that I have not had my follies, don't you see; for I have had a very fair share of them. I remember my first folly of the kind very well. I had commenced my medical education under the auspices of an old uncle of mine. He was exceedingly like all other uncles from the creation of the world to the present time. He was obstinate, peevish, domineering, and quarrelsome, and was blest with a daughter, as all uncles are that have a nephew to reside with them. I was then a youth remarkable for the pains I took in my clothes and in my personal appearance; in fact, my dandyism was so conspicuous that I was ashamed to look a dog in the face for fear he should acknowledge me as a puppy.

"All at once I thought it was highly necessary I should be in love, don't you see; so I brushed up my bits of whiskers, held my head as high as I could, and looked about me. My eyes quickly fell upon the charming Papaverica. To be sure her hair was as much like a bundle of scorched tow as it was possible to be; but of course I called it an auburn. Her nose was a lump of flesh; but of what shape it would have puzzled a geometrician to decide; yet I declared it was Grecian; and her mouth _was_ a mouth--there was no mistaking it, and it gave an openness to her countenance more than usually expressive; and of course I swore it was like two cherries seeming parted. Then her body showed that she was somebody. It might have been as thick as it was long, for its length was nothing to brag of. As for her feet, Papaverica was not a girl to stand upon trifles. But whatever her figure was like, I had no difficulty in convincing her it was the very perfection of grace and beauty.