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The Students.
its inmost cell , and if one spark of virtue remain force it to a pure flame once more , but you must follow my instructions to the letter ; a word a ^ look would ruin all . " Herbert promised to he guided by his advice . * 'Tis well , " said Mowbray , " walk with me through the cloisters , and I will impart to you my design . " For more than an hour the C ynic and Herbert remained in deep conversation , at last they parted , aud in a few minutes the outraged loveland insulted friend ivas buried in the solitude of his chamber .
Early in the morning Alark arose from his feverish slumber ; the knowledge of his treachery weighed heavily upon him , yet he was determined to persevere ; the thought of resigning , 'Uice never once entered his imagination ; with him love , like friendship , was a selfish passion , ivithout one generous sentiment ; he sought the chamber of his injured friend , and found , to his surprise , the lamp still burning ; Herbert was seated at his couch , earnestly bent upon completing a sketch before
him . " How is this ? " exclaimed Mark , "up all night ! what have you been doing , Herbert ? " " Working at my sketch , " answered the youth , with a melancholy smile ; "the idea struck me last night , and I am determined to finish my task ; what think you of the progress I have made ? " Mark approached the chair of the artist to examine it nearer " Do you comprehend the design ; " inquired the painter , " does it not strike you ? " " Pretty , " replied the treacherous youth , " is it from tale ?
some " " You shall hear ; you sse the figure on the couch observe the languid position of his limbs , the paleness of his cheek contrast them ivith the determination of his brow and eye . 'Tis a noble Greek , who loved in secret the promised bride of another—some say his father ' s—' tis an error of the poet ' s—it must have been his friend ' s ; the fever of passion was in his veins poisoning the stream of life yet he resolved to die rather than betray his weakness . " " Fable ! " exclaimed
Mark , " man is incapable of such denial . " " You forget , " interrupted Herbert , " that they were friends—and loved each other , even as we have loved—have we not , in sincerity and truth ? " he laid his hand as he spoke , upon the arm of his companion , who trembled beneath the touch . "I trust so—do you doubt it ? " stammered the conscicnce-strickeii traitor— " but the picture . "
" Aye , the picture , " sighed Herbert , a thrill of disappointment runninothrough his frame— " the picture . 'The sick man ' s physician discovering the cause of his disease , revealed it to his friend ; what think you was that friend ' s conduct ? " " AVhy , doubtless , he removed his mistress from the neighbourhood of his dying rival—women are soon led to pity , and pity is akin to love . " "No , " replied Herbert , " he resigned her ^ made his friend happy , saved his life , conldst thou have done so ? beholdhim in the
^ picture leading her to his happy rival . " " I know not , " said Mark , " I am not called upon to make so vast a sacrifice ; this is but the imagination of some poet ' s brain—such a friend never existed yet . " " It is reality , Mark , " exclaimed Herbert , fixing his eyes upon his companion . " I could be that friend , ivould he who has wron" -ed me show me his heartprove to me that helike the noble Greekhad
, , , struggled with his passion—had gained the affections of Alice by no unworthy means , had never lost si ght of honour even in the moment of his wildest passion , I could open my arms , raise him to my heart and bid him be happy . If thou canst say this , Mark , come to inv hearf . h opens to receive then . "
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The Students.
its inmost cell , and if one spark of virtue remain force it to a pure flame once more , but you must follow my instructions to the letter ; a word a ^ look would ruin all . " Herbert promised to he guided by his advice . * 'Tis well , " said Mowbray , " walk with me through the cloisters , and I will impart to you my design . " For more than an hour the C ynic and Herbert remained in deep conversation , at last they parted , aud in a few minutes the outraged loveland insulted friend ivas buried in the solitude of his chamber .
Early in the morning Alark arose from his feverish slumber ; the knowledge of his treachery weighed heavily upon him , yet he was determined to persevere ; the thought of resigning , 'Uice never once entered his imagination ; with him love , like friendship , was a selfish passion , ivithout one generous sentiment ; he sought the chamber of his injured friend , and found , to his surprise , the lamp still burning ; Herbert was seated at his couch , earnestly bent upon completing a sketch before
him . " How is this ? " exclaimed Mark , "up all night ! what have you been doing , Herbert ? " " Working at my sketch , " answered the youth , with a melancholy smile ; "the idea struck me last night , and I am determined to finish my task ; what think you of the progress I have made ? " Mark approached the chair of the artist to examine it nearer " Do you comprehend the design ; " inquired the painter , " does it not strike you ? " " Pretty , " replied the treacherous youth , " is it from tale ?
some " " You shall hear ; you sse the figure on the couch observe the languid position of his limbs , the paleness of his cheek contrast them ivith the determination of his brow and eye . 'Tis a noble Greek , who loved in secret the promised bride of another—some say his father ' s—' tis an error of the poet ' s—it must have been his friend ' s ; the fever of passion was in his veins poisoning the stream of life yet he resolved to die rather than betray his weakness . " " Fable ! " exclaimed
Mark , " man is incapable of such denial . " " You forget , " interrupted Herbert , " that they were friends—and loved each other , even as we have loved—have we not , in sincerity and truth ? " he laid his hand as he spoke , upon the arm of his companion , who trembled beneath the touch . "I trust so—do you doubt it ? " stammered the conscicnce-strickeii traitor— " but the picture . "
" Aye , the picture , " sighed Herbert , a thrill of disappointment runninothrough his frame— " the picture . 'The sick man ' s physician discovering the cause of his disease , revealed it to his friend ; what think you was that friend ' s conduct ? " " AVhy , doubtless , he removed his mistress from the neighbourhood of his dying rival—women are soon led to pity , and pity is akin to love . " "No , " replied Herbert , " he resigned her ^ made his friend happy , saved his life , conldst thou have done so ? beholdhim in the
^ picture leading her to his happy rival . " " I know not , " said Mark , " I am not called upon to make so vast a sacrifice ; this is but the imagination of some poet ' s brain—such a friend never existed yet . " " It is reality , Mark , " exclaimed Herbert , fixing his eyes upon his companion . " I could be that friend , ivould he who has wron" -ed me show me his heartprove to me that helike the noble Greekhad
, , , struggled with his passion—had gained the affections of Alice by no unworthy means , had never lost si ght of honour even in the moment of his wildest passion , I could open my arms , raise him to my heart and bid him be happy . If thou canst say this , Mark , come to inv hearf . h opens to receive then . "