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beacon-lamp burning from the turret , and it bids him onward to bask in brighter beams from the &yes of her who is waiting to light him into the world of love , which alone to him is life . One little horizontal movement—it is Leander still—he has struggled in vain , for there is no longing springing hope to light him onward , and each unwilling effort has borne him away from the
beacon in the watch-tower . The shoulder is powerless , the head thrown back , the eyes upturned in one longing lingering farewell to the light of his life ; the hair floats loosely on the waters , as if already incorporate with them . Some ocean-deity is taking him to her arms . Fly , Hero , to ' your turret-window ! leap into the depths below , with him who was your own on earth , and there
mingle in a new existence in the caves that lie beneath the deep blue waters ! And what is this ? Is it ' Love lamenting' over the loss of one of his renowned heroes ? No , not so deep a grief . He is flying from his first rebuke , —one hand shading his weeping eyes , the other listlessly bearing his unfed torch ; but there
is health and vigour in the graceful limbs . Go , comfort thee there is yet hope—come back in strength and gladness !—That he will— -and you are not quite sure whether he may not be already smiling under that little hand , and about to turn round upon the instant , with a face like April ' s , that child of the year , half smiles , half tears .
(The word child , recalls an effect once produced by the sight of a copy , in medallion , of Raphael ' s Paul preaching at Athens . ' We met accidentally with two children , who had been shut out from all access to works of art . They had been born in a country , and with circumstances around them , to keep a taste for them entirely unfostered . Their education had been good ; their minds had been cultivated to the full extent those circumstances allowed .
They had , with the early habit of self-dependence , acquired a certain coldness of manner , that confined all their expression of admiration to a simple verbal approval . There was no kindling eye , no glowing cheek , no animated movement . A calmness unaccustomed to youth , and almost provoking to a more enthusiastic , though older temperament , possessed all they said or did . Curiosities , knick-knacks and numerous etcetera were shown to them one after the other , but the eternal ' yes' or ' no , ' or a cold common-sense remark , was all that could be extracted . At last the medallions were produced , and the copy of the cartoon was Ihe first . There was a rush , and a shout—yes , a shout ; and the
two little heads bent over the white tablet , and the eyes flashed , and the cheeks crimsoned , and their words came thick and fast , as each fresh object was discovered . We were friends for ever . At last they seemed exhausted with excess of admiration , and remained silent , but still gazing intently into the depths of that wonderful world of thfe human mind , as if they would not leave it till all its recesses were explored . It was a tribute , of which
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Nov. 2, 1834, page 759, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2639/page/11/
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