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Pierre, or The Ambiguities by Herman Melville audiobook. Genre: drama In Pierre, or The Ambiguities, Herman Melville follows Pierre Glendinning, a young heir raised amid privilege and rigid expectations in rural New York. Poised to inherit status, security, and a conventional future, Pierre's life is unsettled when a mysterious young woman appears with a story that threatens to rewrite everything he believes about his family and his own identity. Driven by a fierce, idealistic sense of honor and a longing to act purely in a compromised world, Pierre makes a drastic choice that severs him from his mother, his fiancee Lucy, and the social order that once defined him. Seeking reinvention, he flees to the city and tries to build a new life through writing, only to confront the harsh economics of art, the duplicities of friendship, and the moral fog of desire, duty, and self-deception. Part psychological drama, part dark social satire, and part philosophical inquiry, the novel probes how love, faith, and family myths collide with secrecy and suspicion. As Pierre struggles to distinguish truth from performance, he is pulled deeper into a web of conflicting loyalties and interpretations where every motive can be read two ways. For ad-free listening try our premium subscription Chapters (Approximate) (00:00:00) Chapter 01 (01:01:45) Chapter 02 (01:40:41) Chapter 03 (02:20:34) Chapter 04 (02:53:15) Chapter 05 (03:29:17) Chapter 06 (04:22:24) Chapter 07 (05:27:46) Chapter 08 (06:22:49) Chapter 09 (07:06:04) Chapter 10 (08:08:08) Chapter 11 (08:29:39) Chapter 12 (08:59:43) Chapter 13 (09:16:58) Chapter 14 (09:49:28) Chapter 15 (09:56:43) Chapter 16 (10:34:55) Chapter 17 (11:09:34) Chapter 18 (11:47:21) Chapter 19 (12:21:37) Chapter 20 (12:45:36) Chapter 21 (13:16:45) Chapter 22 (13:37:03) Chapter 23 (14:14:32) Chapter 24 (14:45:11) Chapter 25 (15:22:12) Chapter 26 (15:43:02) Chapter 27 (16:10:23) Chapter 28 (16:33:46) Chapter 29 Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Pierre, or the ambiguities, by Herman Melville. Book 1. Pierre, just emerging from his teens. Chapter 1 There are some strange summer mornings in the country when he, who is but a sojourner from the city, shall early walk forth into the fields, and be wonder-smitten with a trance-like aspect of the green and golden world, not a flower stirs, the trees forget to wave,

the grass itself seems to have ceased to grow, and all nature, as if suddenly become conscious of her own profound mystery, and feeling no refuge from it but silence, sinks into this wonderful and indescribable repose. Such was the morning in June, when issuing from the embowered and high, high-gabled old home of his fathers, Pierre, duly refreshed and spiritualized by sleep, gaily entered the long, wide, elm-arched street of the village,

and half-unconsciously bent his steps toward a cottage, which peeped into view near the end of the vista. The verdant trance lay far and wide, and through it nothing came but the bridled kind, dreamily wandering to their pastures, followed, not driven, by ruddy-cheeked, white-footed boys. As touched and bewitched by the loveliness of this silence, Pierre neared the cottage and lifted his eyes. He swiftly paused, fixing his glance upon one upper open casement there. Why now this impassioned youthful pause?

Why this enkindled cheek? and eye. Upon the sill of the casement, a snow-white, glossy pillow reposes, and a trailing shrub has softly rested a rich crimson flower against it. Well, mayst thou seek that pillow, thou odiferous flower, thought Pierre. Not an hour ago, her own cheek must have rested there. Lucy. Pierre! As heart rings to heart, those voices rang, and for a moment, in the bright hush of the morning, the two stood silently but ardently eyeing each other, beholding mutual reflections of a boundless admiration and love.

Nothing but Pierre laughed the youth at last. Thou hast forgotten to bid me good morning. That would be little. Good mornings, good evenings, good days. weeks, months, and years to thee, Pierre, bright Pierre, Pierre, Pierre. Truly, thought the youth, with a still gaze of inexpressible fondness, truly the skies do ope, and this invoking angel looks down. I would return thee thy manifold good mornings, Lucy.

Did not that presume thou, hath lived through the night, and by heaven thou belongs to the regions of an infant. infinite day. Fine now, Pierre, why should ye youths always swear when ye love? Because in us love is profane, since it mortally reaches towards the heaven in ye. There thou fliest again, Pierre, thou art always circumventing me so. Tell me, why should ye youths ever show so sweet in expertness in turning all trifles of ours into trophies of yours? i know not how that is but ever was it our fashion to do and shaking the casement shrub he dislodged the flower and conspicuously fastened it in his bosom i must away now lucy see under these colours i march bravissimo oh my only recruit chapter two pierre was the only son of an affluent and haughty widow a lady

who externally furnished a singular example of the preservative and beautifying influences of unflructuating rank, health, and wealth, when joined to a fine mind of medium culture uncankered by any inconsolable grief and never worn by sordid cares. In mature age, the rose still miraculously clung to her cheek. Lithness had not completely uncoiled itself from her waist, nor smoothness unscrolled itself from her brow, nor diamondness departed from her eyes. So that, when lit up and bedaidimed by Balram lights, Mrs. Glendineng still eclipsed far younger charms, and had she chosen to encourage them, would have been followed by a train of infatuated suitors, little less young than her own son, Pierre. But a reverential

and devoted son, seemed lover enough for this widow bloom. Besides all this, Pierre, when namelessly annoyed, and sometimes even jealously transported by the too ardent admiration of the handsome youths, who now and then, caught in unintended snares, seemed to entertain some insane hopes of wetting his unattainable being. Pierre had more than once, with a playful malice, openly sworn, that the man, graybeard or beardless, who should dare to propose marriage to his mother, that man would, by some prepatory unrevealed agency, immediately disappear from the earth. This romantic filial love of Pierre seemed fully returned by the triumphant maternal pride of the widow, who in the clear-cut lineaments and noble air of the sun

saw her own graces strangely translated into the opposite sex. There was a striking personal resemblance between them, and as the mother seemed to have long stood still in her beauty, heedless of the passing years, so Pierre seemed to meet her halfway, and by a splendid precocity of form and feature, almost advanced himself to that mature standpoint in time, where his pedestal mother so long had stood.

In the playfulness of their unclouded love, and with that strange license, which a perfect confidence and mutual understanding at all points had long bred between them, they were wont to call each other brother and sister. Both in public and private this was their usage, nor when thrown among strangers, was this mode of address ever suspicious,

for a sportful assumption, since the amaranthinus of Mrs. Glendening fully sustained this youthful pretension. Thus freely, enlightseemly, her mother and son flowed on the pure joined current of life. But as yet the fair river had not borne its waves to those sideways repelling rocks, where it was thenceforth destined to be forever divided into two unmixing streams. An excellent English author of these times, enumerating the prime advantages of his natal lot, cites foremost that he first saw the rural light. So with Pierre, it had been his choice fate to have been born and nurtured in the country, surrounded by scenery, whose uncommon loveliness was the perfect mold of a delicate and poetic mind. While the popular names of its

finest features appealed to the proudest patriotic and family associations of the historic line of Glendening, on the meadows, which sloped away from the shaded rear of the manorial mansion, far to the winding river, an Indian battle had been fought in the earlier days of the colony, and in that battle, the paternal great-grandfather of Pierre, mortally wounded, had sat unhorsed on his saddle in the grass, with his dying voice, still cheering his men in the fray. This was saddle meadows, a name likewise extended to the mansion and the village. Far beyond these plains, a day's walk for Pierre, rose the storied heights, where in the Revolutionary War, his grandfather had for several months defended a rude but all-important

stockated fort against the repeated combined assaults of Indians, Tories, and regulars. From before that fort, the gentlemanly but murderous half-breed Brantt had fled, but had survived to dine with General Glendening. In the amicable times, which followed, that vindictive war. All the associations of Saddle Meadows were full of pride to Pierre. The glendening deeds, by which their estate had so long been held, bore the ciphers of three Indian kings, the aboriginal and only conveyancers of those noble woods and plains. Thus loftily, in the days of his circumscribed youth, did Pierre glance along the background of his race. little wrecking of that matureer and larger interior development,

which should forever deprive these things of their full power of pride in his soul. But the breeding of Pierre would have been unwisely contracted, had his youth been unintermittingly passed in these rural scenes. At a very early period he had begun to accompany his father and mother, and afterwards his mother alone, and their annual visits to the city, where naturally, mingling in a large and polished society, Pierre had insensibly formed himself in the airier graces of life,

without enfeebling the vigor derived from a martial race, and fostered in the country's clarion air. Nor, while thus liberally developed in person and manners, was Pierre deficient in a still better and finer culture. Not in vain had he spent long summer afternoons in the deep recesses of his father's fastidiously picked and decorous library, where the Spenserian nymphs had early led him into many a maze of all-bewildering beauty. Thus, with a graceful glow on his limbs and soft imaginative flames in his heart,

did Pierre glide towards maturity, thoughtless of that period of remorseless insight when all these delicate warmth should seem frigid to him and he should madly demand more ardent fires. Nor had the pride and love which had so bountifully provided for the youthful nurture of Pierre neglected his culture in the deepest element of all. It had been a maxim with the father of Pierre

that all gentlemanhood was vain. all claims to it preposterous and absurd, unless the primeval gentleness and golden humanities of religion had been so thoroughly wrought into the complete texture of the character that he, who pronounced himself gentlemen, could also rightfully assume the meek but kingly style of Christian. At the age of 16, Pierre partook with his mother of the holy sacraments. It were needless, and more difficult perhaps, to trace out precisely the absolute motives which prompted these youthful vows. Enough that as to Pierre had descended the numerous other noble qualities of his ancestors,

as he now stood air to their forests and farms. So by the same insensible sliding process, he seemed to have inherited their docile homage to a venerable faith, which the first glendening had brought overseas from beneath the shadow of an English minister. Thus, and Pierre was the complete polished steel of the gentleman, girded with religion's silken sash, and his great-grandfather's soldierly fate

had taught him that the generous sash should, in the last bitter trial, furnish its wearer with glory's shroud. so that what through life had been worn for grace's sake and death might safely hold the man. But while thus all alive to the beauty and poesy of his father's faith, Pierre little foresaw that this world hath a secret deeper than beauty, and life some burdens heavier than death. So perfect to Pierre had long seemed the illuminated scroll of his life thus far, that only one hiatus was discoverable by him in that sweetly writ manuscript.

A sister had been omitted from the text. He mourned that so delicious a feeling as fraternal love had been denied him, nor could the fictitious title, which he so often lavished upon his mother, at all supply the absent reality. This emotion was most natural, and the full cause and reason of it, even Pierre did not at the time entirely appreciate. For surely a gentle sister is the second best gift to a man, and it is first in point of occurrence, where the wife comes after. He who is sisterless

is as a bachelor before his time, for much that goes to make up the deliciousness of a wife already lies in the sister. Oh, had my father but had a daughter, cried Pierre, someone who I might love and protect and fight for if need be. It must be a glorious thing to engage in a mortal quarrel on a sweet sister's behalf. Now, of all things would be heaven I had a sister. Thus, air entranced in the gentler bonds of a lover, thus often would Pierre invoke heaven for a sister. But Pierre did not then know that if there be anything a man might,

well pray against, that thing is the responsive gratification of some of the devoutest prayers of his youth. It may have been that this strange yearning of Pierre, for his sister, had part of its origin and that still stranger feeling of loneliness he sometimes experienced, as not only the solitary head of his family, but the only surnamed male Glendening extant. A powerful and populous family, had by degrees ran off into the female branches, so that Pierre found himself surrounded by numerous kinsmen and kinswomen, yet companioned by no surnamed male glendening, but the duplicate one reflected to him in the mirror.

But in his more wanted, natural mood, this thought was not wholly sad to him, nay, sometimes it mounted into an exultant swell. For in the readiness and flushfulness and vangloriousness of his youthful soul, he fondly hoped to have a monopoly of glory and capping the fame column, whose tall shaft had been erected by his noble sires. In all this, how unadmonished was our pierre, by that foreboding and prophetic lesson taught,

not less by Palmyra's quarries than by Palmyra's ruins. Among those ruins is a crumbling, uncompleted shaft. And some leagues off, ages ago, left in the quarry, is the crumbling corresponding capital, also incomplete. These, time seized and spoiled. These, time crushed in the egg, and the proud stone that should have stood among the clouds, time left abased beneath the soil.

Oh, what quenchless feud is this, that time hath with the sons of men. Chapter 3 It had been said that the beautiful country roundabout Pierre appealed to very proud memories, but not only through the mere chances of things had the fine country become ennobled by the deeds of his sires, but in Pierre's eyes all its hills and swales seemed as, sanctified through their very uninterrupted possession by his race. That fond ideality, which, in the eyes of affection, hollows the least trinket once familiar to the person of a departed love.

With Pierre, that talisman touched the whole earthly landscape about him, for remembering that on those hills his own fine fathers had gazed, Through those woods, over these lawns, by that stream, along these tangled paths, many a grand dame of his had merrily strolled when a girl. Vividly recalling these things, Pierre deemed all that part of the earth a love token, so that his very horizon was to him a memorial ring. The monarchial world very generally imagines that in demagogical America, the sacred past hath no fixed statues erected to it, but all things irreverently seeth and boil in the vulgar cauldron of an everlasting, uncrystallizing present. This conceit would seem peculiarly applicable to the social condition, with no chartered aristocracy and no low,

law of entail, how can any family in America imposingly perpetuate itself? Certainly, that common saying among us, which declares that be family conspicuous as it may, a single half-century shall see it abased, that maxim undoubtedly holds true with the commonality. In our cities, family rise and burst like bubbles in a vat, for indeed the democratic element operates as a subtle, among us, forever producing new things by corroding the old. As in the south of France, Verdigris, the primitive material of one kind of green paint is produced by grape vinegar poured upon copper plates. Now in general, nothing can be more significant of decay than the idea of corrosion. Yet on the other hand, nothing can more vividly suggest luxuriance of life than the

idea of green as a color, for green is the peculiar signet of all fertile nature herself. Herein, by apt analogy, we behold the marked anomalousness of America, whose character abroad, we need not be surprised, is misconceived. When we consider how strangely she contradicts all prior notions of human beings, and how wonderfully to her, death itself becomes transmuted into life. So that political institutions, which in other lands, seem above all things intensely artificial, with America seem to possess the divine virtue of a natural law. For the most mighty of nature's laws is this, that out of death she brings life. Still, are there things in the visible world over whichever shifting nature has not so unabounded a sway?

The grass is annually changed, but the limbs of the oak, for a long term of years, defy that annual decree. And if in America the vast mass of families be as the blades of grass, yet some few there are that stand as the oak, which instead of decaying annually puts forth new branches, whereby time, instead of subtracting, is made to capitulate into a multiple, virtue. In this matter we will, not superciciously, but in fair spirit, compare pedigrees with England, and strange as it may seem at the first blush, not without some claim to equality. I dare say that in this thing, the Parage book, is a good statistical standard whereby to judge her, since the compilers of that work cannot be entirely intensible on whose patronage they most rely. and the common intelligence of our own people shall suffice to judge us.

But the magnificence of names must not mislead us as to the humility of things, for as the breath in all our lungs is hereditary, and my present breath at this moment is further descended than the body of the present high priest of the Jews, so far as he can assuredly trace it, so mere names which are also but heir, do likewise revel in the endless descendedness. But if Richmond and St. Albans and Grafton and Portland and Bacloe

the names almost old as England herself, the present dukes of those names stop in their own genuine pedigrees at Charles II, and there find no very fine fountain, since what we would deem the least glorious parentage under the sun is precisely the parentage of Buclou. For example, whose ancestors could not well avoid being a mother, it is true, but had accidentally omitted the preliminary right. Yet a king was the sire.

Then only so much the worse, for if it be small insults to be struck by a pauper, but mortalled offence to receive a blow from a gentleman, then of all things the by-blows of kings must be signified. unflattering. In England, the peerage is kept alive by incessant restorations and creations. One man, George III, manufactured 522 piers. An earldom, in abeyance for five centuries, has suddenly been assumed by some commoner, to whom and had not so much descended as through the art of the lawyers, been made flexibly to bend in that direction.

For not Thames is so sinuous in his natural course, not the Bridgewater Canal more artificially conducted than blood in the veins of that winding or manufactured nobility. Perishable as stubble and fungus as the fungi, those grafted families successively live and die on the eternal soil of a name. In England this day, 2,500 peerages are extinct, but the names survive, so that the empty air of a name is more endurable than a man

or than dynasties of men. The air fills man's lungs and puts life into a man, but man fills not the air, nor puts life into that. All honor to the names then, and all courtesy to the men, but if St. Albans, tell me he is all honorable and all eternity, I must still politely refer him to Nell Gwynne. Beyond Charles II, very few indeed, hardly worthy of note, are the present titled English families, which can trace anything like a direct, unvitiated blood descent from the thief-nights of the Norman.

Beyond Charles II, their direct genealogies seem vain, as though some Jew clothesmen, with a tea-canister on his head turned over the first chapter of St. Matthew to make out this unmingled participation in the blood of King Saul, who had long died ere the career of the Caesar began. Now, not preliminarily, to enlarge upon the fact that, while in England an immense mass of state masonry is brought to bear as a buttress in upholding the hereditary existence of certain

houses, while with us nothing of that kind can possibly be admitted, and to omit all mention of the hundreds of unobtrusive families in New England, who, nevertheless, might easily trace their uninterrupted English lineage to a time before Charles the Blade, not to speak of the old and Oriental-like English planter families of Virginia and the South, the Randolph's, for example, one of whose ancestors and King James Time married Pocahontas, the Indian princess, and in whose blood, therefore, an underived Aboriginal royalty was flowing over 200 years ago. Consider those most ancient and magnificent Dutch manners at the north, whose perches are miles, whose meadows overspread adjacent countries,

and whose haughty rent deeds are held by their thousands. farmer tenants. So long as grass grows and water runs, which hints of a surprising eternity for a deed, and seem to make lawyers ink unobliterable as the sea. Some of those manners are two centuries old, and their present patrons or lords will show you stakes and stones on their estates put there, the stones at least, before Nell Gwynne the Duke mother was born, and genealally. which, like their own river Hudson, flow somewhat farther and straighter than the serpentine brooklet in Hind Park. These far-descended Dutch meadows lie steeped in a Hinduish haze, as eastern patriarchalness swayes its mild crook over pastures, whose tenant flocks shall there feed, long as their own grass grows,

long as their own water shall run. Such estates seem to defy time's tooth, and by conditions which take hold of the indestructible earth seem to contemporize their fee-simples with eternity. Unimaginable audacity of a worm that but crawls through the soil he so imperially claims. In Midland counties of England, they boast of old oaken dining halls where 300 men at arms could exercise of a rainy afternoon

in the reign of the plantagenets. But our lords, the patroons, appeal not to the past, but they point to the present. One will show you that the public census of a county is but part of the role of his tenants. Ranges of mountains, high as Ben Nevis or Snowdon, are their walls. and regular armies with staffs of officers crossing rivers with artillery and marching through primeval woods and threading vast rocky defiles have been sent out to disdrain upon three thousand farmer tenants of one landlord at the blow.

A fact most suggestive two ways, both were of, shall be nameless here. But whatever one may think of the existence of such mighty lordships, in the heart of a republic, and however we may wonder at their thus surviving, like Indian mounds, the revolutionary flood, yet survive and exist they do, and are now owned by their present proprietors, by as good nominal title as any peasant owns his father's old hat, or any duke his great-uncle's old coronet. For all this, then, we shall not err very widely if we hunt. humbly conceive, that should she choose to glorify herself and that inconsiderable way, our America will make out a good general case with England in this short little matter of

large estates and long pedigrees. Pedigrees, I mean, wherein is no flaw. Chapter 4. In general terms, we have been thus decided in asserting the great genealogical and real estate dignity of some families in America, because in so doing we poetically establish the richly aristocratic condition of Master Pierre Glendening, for whom we have before claimed some special family distinction. And to the observant reader, the sequel will not fail to show how important is this circumstance, considered with reference to the singularly developed character in most singular life career of our hero. Nor will any man dream that the last chapter was merely intended for a foolish bravado,

and not with a solid purpose in view. Now Pierre stands on this noble pedestal. We shall see if he keeps that fine footing. We shall see if fate hath not just a little bit of a small word or two to say in this world. But it is not laid down here that the Glendon dated back beyond Pharaoh, or the deeds of Saddle Meadows to the three magi in the Gospels. Nevertheless, those deeds, as before hinted, did indeed date back to three kings, Indian kings, only so much the finer for that. But if Pierre did not date back to the pharaohs,

and if the English farmer Hamptons were somewhat the seniors of even the oldest glendening, and if some American manners boasted a few additional years and square miles over his, yet think you that all is possible, that a youth of 19 should merely, by way of trial of the thing, strew his ancestral kitchen, hardened stone, with wheat in the stalk, and there standing in the chimney, thresh out that grain with a flail, whose aerial evolutions had free play among all the masonry. Were it not impossible for such a flailer, so to thresh wheat in his own ancestral kitchen chimney, without feeling just a little twinge or two of what one might call family pride, I should say not.

Or how think you it would be this youthful Pierre, if every day descending to breakfast he caught sight of an old, tattered British banner or two, hanging over an arched window in this hall. And those banners captured by his grandfather, the general in fair fight. Or how think you it would be if every time he heard the band of the military company of the village, he should distinctly recognize the peculiar tap

of a British kettle drum, also captured by his grandfather in fair fight, and afterwards, suitably inscribed on the brass, and bestowed upon the Saddle Meadows Artillery Corps, or how think you it would be, if sometimes, of a mild meditative Fourth of July morning in the country, he carried out with him into the garden by way of a ceremonial cane, a long, majestic, silver-tipped staff,

a major general's baton, once wielded on the plume nodding and musket-flashing review by the same grandfather several times here and before mentioned. I should say that considering Pierre was quite young and very unphilosophical as yet, and withal rather high-blooded and sometimes read the history of the revolutionary war and possessed a mother who very frequently made remote social allusions to the epaulets of the major general, his grandfather. I should say that upon all of these occasions, the way it must have been with him was a very proud, elated sort of way. And if this seemed but too fond and foolish in Pierre,

and if you tell me that this sort of thing in him showed him no sterling Democrat, and that a truly noble man should never brag of any arm but his own, then I beg you to consider again that this Pierre was but a youngster as yet. And believe me, you will pronounce Pierre, a thoroughgoing Democrat in time, perhaps a little too radical altogether to your fancy. In conclusion, do not blame me if I here make repetition, and do verbally quote my own words and saying

that it had been the choice fate of Pierre to have been born and bred in the country. For to a noble American youth, this indeed, more than in any other land, this indeed is a most rare and choice lot. For it is to be observed that while in other countries the finest families boast of the country as their home, the more prominent among us proudly cite the city as their seat. Too often the American that makes him's fortune builds him a great metropolitan house, in the most metropolitan street of the most metropolitan town, whereas a European of the same sort would thereupon migrate into the country.

That herein the European hath the better of it. No poet, no philosopher, and no aristocrat will deny. For the country is not only the most poetical and philosophical, but it is the most aristocratic part of the earth, for it is the most venerable and numerous bards have ennobled it by many fine titles. Whereas the town is the more plebeian portion, which besides many other things is plainly evinced by the dirty, unwashed face perpetually worn by the town. But the country, like any queen, is ever attended by scrupulous ladies' maids in the guise

of the seasons. and the town hath but one dress of brick turned up with stone. But the country hath a brave dress for every week in the year. Sometimes she changes her dress 24 times in the 24 hours, and the country weareth her son by day as a diamond on a queen's brow, and the stars by night as necklaces of gold beads. whereas the town's sun is smoky paste and no diamond, and the town's stars are pinchback and not gold.

In the country then, nature planted our pierre, because nature intended a rare and original development in Pierre. Never mind if hereby she proved ambiguous to him in the end. Nevertheless, in the beginning she did bravely. She blew her wind clarion from the blue hills, and Pierre neighed out lyrical thoughts As at the trumpet blast, A warhorse paused himself into the lyric of foam.

She whispered through her deep groves at Eve, And gentle whispers of humanness and sweet whispers of love ran through Pierre's thought veins, musical as water over pebbles. She lifted her spangled crest, of a thickly starred night and forth at that glimpse of their divine captain and lord ten thousand mailed thoughts of heroicness started up in pier's soul and glared round for some insulted good cause to defend so the country was glorious benediction to young pierre we shall see if that blessing pass from him as did the divine blessing from the hebrews we shall yet see again i say-i'll yet see again i say whether fate hath not just a little bit of a word or two to say in this world.

We shall see whether this wee little bit scrap of latinity be very far out of the way. Nemo contra doom Nisi-duce-Ipsi. Chapter 5 Sister Mary, said Pierre, returning from his sunrise stroll, and tapping at his mother's chamber door. Do you know, Sister Mary, that the trees, which have been up all night, are all broad again this morning before you. Do you not smell something like coffee, my sister?

A light step moved from within toward the door, which opened, showing Mrs. Glendening, in a resplendently cheerful morning robe, in holding a gay, wide ribbon in her hand. Good morning, madam, said Pierre. Slowly and with a bow, whose genuine and spontaneous reverence amusingly contrasted the sportive manner that had preceded it. For thus sweetly and religiously was the familiarity of his affections, bottomed on the profoundest filial respect.

Good afternoon to you, Pierre, for I suppose it is afternoon, but come, you shall finish my toilet. Here, brother, reaching the ribbon. Now acquit yourself bravely. And seating herself away from the glass, she awaited the good offices of Pierre. First Lady in waiting of the Dowager Duchess Glendening, laughed Pierre, as bowing over before his mother. He gracefully passed the ribbon round her neck, simply crossing the ends in front. Well, what is to hold it there, Pierre?

I am going to try and tack it with a kiss, sister. There. Oh, what a pity that sort of fastening won't always hold. Where's the cameo with the fawns, I gave you last night? Ah, on the slab. You were going to wear it then. Thank you, my considerate and most politic, sister. There.

But stop, there's a ringlet gone romping. So now, dear sister, give the Assyrian toss to your head. The haughtily happy mother rose to her feet, and as she stood before the mirror to criticize her son's adornings, Pierre, noticing the straggling tie of her slipper, knelt down and secured it. And now for the urn, he cried, madam, and with a humorous gallantry, offering his arm to his mother, the pair descended to breakfast. With Mrs. Glendening, it was one of those spontaneous maxims, which women sometimes act upon without ever thinking of, never to appear in the presence of her son, in any disoble that was not eminently becoming. Her own independent observation of things had revealed to her many very common maxims, which often become operatively lifeless from a vicarious reception of them.

She was vividly aware, how immense was that influence, which even in the closest ties of her heart, merest appearances make upon the mind. And as in the admiring love and graceful devotion of Pierre lay now her highest joy in life, so she omitted no slightest trifle which could possibly contribute to the preservation of so sweet and flattering a thing. Besides all this, Mary Glendening was a one. woman, and with more than the ordinary vanity of women, if vanity it can be called, which in a life of nearly fifty years had never betrayed her into a single published impropriety, or caused her one known paying at the heart. Moreover, she had never yearned for admiration,

because that was her birthright by the eternal privilege of beauty. She had always possessed it. She had not to turn her head for it, since spontaneously. it always encompassed her. Vanity, which in so many women, approaches to a spiritual vice, and therefore to a visible blemish, in her peculiar case, and though possessed in a transcendent degree, was still the token of the highest health. Inasmuch as never knowing what it was to yearn for its gratification, she was almost entirely unconscious of possessing it at all. Many women carry this light of their lives, flaming on their foreheads. But Mary Glendening, unknowingly bore hers within.

Through all the infinite trestories of feminine art, she evenly glowed like a vase, which internally illuminated gives no outward sign of the lighting flame, but seems to shine by the very virtue of the exquisite marble itself. But that bluff corporeal admiration, with which some ballroom women are content was no admiration to the mother of pierre not the general homage of men but the selected homage of the noblest men was what she felt to be her appropriate right and as her own maternal partialities were added to and glorified the rare and absolute merits of pierre she considered the voluntary allegiance of his affectionate soul the representative fealty of the the choicest guild of his race. Thus, though replenished through all her veins with the subtlest vanity,

with the homage of Pierre alone, she was content. But as to a woman of sense and spirit, the admiration of even the noblest and most gifted man is esteemed as nothing, so long as she remains conscious of possessing no directly influencing and practical sorcery over his soul. and as notwithstanding all his intellectual superiority to his mother, Pierre, through the unavoidable weakness of inexperienced and unexpended youth, was strangely docile to the maternal tuitions in nearly all the things which thus far had any ways interested or affected him. Therefore, it was that to Mary Glendening, this reverence of Pierre was invested with all the proudest delights and witcheries of self-complacency, which it is possible for the most conquering

virgin to feel, still more, that nameless and infinitely delicate aroma of inexpressible tenderness and attentiveness, which in every refined and honorable attachment, is contemporary with the courtship and precedes the final bands and the right, but which, like the bouquet of the costliest German wines, too often evaporates upon pouring love out to drink, in the disenchanting glasses of the matrimonial days and nights. This highest and ariest thing in the whole compass of the experience of our mortal life, this heavenly evanescence, still further etherealized in the filial breast, was from Mary Glendening, now not very far from her grand climacterial, miraculously revived in the courteous lover-like adoration of Pierre.

Altogether, having its origin in a wonderful but purely fortuitous combination of the happiest and rarest accidents of Earth, and not to be limited in duration by that climax which is so fatal to ordinary love. This softened spell, which still wield the mother and the sun in one orbit of joy, seemed a glimpse of the glorious possibility that the divinest of those emotions, which are incident to the sweetest season of love, is capable of an indefinite translation

and to many of the less signal relations of our many-chequered life. In a detached and individual way, it seemed almost to realize here below the sweet dreams of those religious enthusiasts who paint to us a paradise to come. When a theory realized, from all drosses and saints, the holiest passion of man shall unite all kindreds and climbs in one circle of pure and unimperable delight. Chapter 6

There was one little uncelestial trait, which, in the opinion of some, may mar the romantic merits of the gentlemanly Pierre Glendening. He always had an excellent appetite, and especially for his breakfast. But when we consider that though Pierre's hands were small and his ruffles white, yet his arm was by no means dainty, and his complexion inclined to brown, and that he generally rose with the sun and could not sleep without riding his twenty or walking his twelve miles a day, or felling a fair-sized hemlock in the forest, or boxing or fencing or boating, or performing some other gymnastical feat. When we consider these athletic habitudes of Pierre,

in the great fullness of brawn and muscle they built round about him, all of which manly brawn and muscle, three times a day loudly clamored for attention, we shall very soon perceive that to have a bountiful appetite was not only vulgar reproach, but a right royal grace and honor to Pierre, attesting him a man and a gentleman, for a thoroughly developed gentleman is always robust and healthy, and robustness and health are great trenchermen. So, when Pierre and his mother descended to breakfast, and Pierre had scrupulously seen her supplied with whatever little things were convenient to her,

and had twice or thrice ordered the respectable and immemorial dates, the servitor, to adjust and readjust the window sashes, so that no unkind current of air should take undue liberties with his mother's neck. After seeing to all of this, but in a very quiet and inconspicuous way, and also after directing the unruffled dates to swing out horizontally into a particular light, a fine, joyous painting in the good fellow Flemish style, which painting was so attached to the wall as to be capable of that mode of adjusting. And furthermore, after darting from where he sat,

a few invigorating glances over the river meadows to the blue mountains beyond, Pierre made a Masonic sort of mysterious motion to the excellent dates, who, in automaton obedience thereto, brought from a certain agreeable little sidestand, a very prominent-looking, cold pasting, which, on careful inspection with a knife, proved to be embossed, savory nest, of a few uncommonly tender pigeons of Pierre's own shooting. "'Sister Mary,' said he, lifting on his silver trident,

"'one of the choicest of the many fine pigeon morsels. "'Sister Mary,' said he, "'in shooting these pigeons, I was very careful to bring down one "'in such a manner that the breast is entirely unmarred. "'It was intended for you, and here it is. "'Now, Sergeant Dates, help hither your mistress's plate. "'No, nothing but the ground. crumbs of French rolls and a few peeps in a coffee cup? Is that a breakfast for the daughter of yonder

bold general? pointing to a full length of his gold-laced grandfather on the opposite wall? Well, pitiable is my case when I have to breakfast for two, dates, sir. Remove that toast-rack dates in this plate of tongue and bring the rolls nearer, and we'll stand farther off, good dates? Having thus made generous room for himself, Pierre commenced operations, interrupting his mouthfuls by many sallies of mirthfulness. You seem to be in a prodigious fine spirits this morning, brother Pierre, said his mother. Yes, very tolerable. At least I can't say that I am low-spirited exactly, Sister Mary. Dates, my fine fellow, bring me three bowls of milk. One bowl, sir, you mean, said dates, gravely and imperturbably.

As a servitor left the room, Mrs. Glendening spoke. My dear Pierre, how often have I begged you never to permit your hilariousness to betray you into overstepping the exact line of propriety in your intercourse with servants? Dates' look was a respectful reproof to you just now. you must not call dates my fine fellow he is a fine fellow a very fine fellow indeed but there is no need of telling him so at my table it is very easy to be entirely kind and pleasant to servants without the least touch of any shade of transient good-fellowship with them well sister no doubt you are altogether right after this i shall drop the fine and call dates nothing but fellow. Fellow, come here. How will that answer? Not at all, Pierre. But you are a Romeo, you know, and so for the present I pass over your nonsense. Romeo, oh no, I am far from being Romeo, sighed Pierre. I laugh, but he cried, poor Romeo, alas Romeo, woe is me, Romeo. He came to a very

deplorable end did Romeo, Sister Mary. It was his own fault, though. Poor Romeo! He was disobedient to his parents. Alas, Romeo. He married against their particular wishes. Woe is me, Romeo. But you, Pierre, are going to be married before long,

I trust, not to a Capulet, but to one of our own Montague's. and so Romeo's evil fortune will hardly be yours. You will be happy. The more miserable Romeo. Don't be so ridiculous, Brother Pierre. So you are going to take Lucy, that long ride among the hills this morning. She's a sweet girl, a most lovely girl. Yes, that is rather my opinion, Sister Mary. By heaven's mother, the five zones hold not such another. He is, yes, though I say it, dates. He's a precious long time getting that milk. Let him stay. Don't be a milk-sop, Pierre. Ha, my sister is a little satirical this morning, I comprehend.

Never rave, Pierre, and never rant. Your father never did either, nor is a written of Socrates, and both were very wise men. Your father was profoundly in love. but I know to my certain knowledge, but I never heard him rant about it. He was always exceedingly gentlemanly, and gentlemen never rant. Milk-sops and Muggletonians rant, but gentlemen never.

Thank you, sister. There, put it down. Dates, are the horses ready? Just driving round, sir, I believe. Why, Pierre, said his mother, glancing out at the window, Are you going to Santa Fe de Bogota with that enormous old phaeton? What do you take that juggernaut out for? Humor, sister, humor.

I like it because it's old-fashioned and because the seat is such a wide sofa of a seat. And finally, because a young lady by the name of Lucy Tarton cherishes a high regard for it, she vows she would like to be married in it. Well, Pierre, all I have to say is, be sure that Christopher puts the coach-hammer and nails and plenty of cords and screws into the box. And you had better let him follow you in one of the farm wagons, with a spare axle and some boards.

No fear, sister, no fear. I shall take the best of care of the old phaeton. The quaint old arms on the panel always remind me who it was that first rode in it. I am glad you have that memory, Brother Phaeton. Pierre. Bless you. God bless you, my dear son. Always think of him and you can never err. Yes, always think of your dear perfect father, Pierre. Well, kiss me now, dear sister, for I must go.

There, this is my cheek and the other is Lucy's. Though now that I look at them both, I think that hers is getting to be the most blooming. Sweet or dues fall on that one, I suppose. Pierre laughed and ran out of the room, for old Christopher was getting impatient. His mother went to the window and stood there. A noble boy and docile, she murmured. He has all the frolicsomeness of youth, with little of its giddiness.

And he does not grow vain, glorious, in sophomoricumorian wisdom. I think heaven I sent him not to college. A noble boy, and docile, A fine, proud, loving, docile, vigorous boy. Pray God he never becomes otherwise to me. His little wife, that is to be, will not estrange him from me, for she too is docile, beautiful and reverential, and most docile. Seldom yet have I known such blue eyes as hers that were not docile,

and would not follow a bold black one, as too meek blue-ribboned ewes follow their martial leader. How glad am I, Pierre loves her so, and not some dark-eyed haughtiness, with whom I could never live in peace, but who would be ever setting her young married state before my elderly widowed one,

and claiming all the homage of my dear boy, the fine, proud, loving, docile, vigorous boy, the lofty-minded, well-born noble boy, and with such sweet docileities. See his hair, he does in truth illustrate that fine saying of his fathers that the noblest colts, in three points, abundant hair, swelling chest, and sweet docility

should resemble a fine woman. So should a noble youth. Well, goodbye, Pierre, and a merry morning to ye. So saying she crossed the room, and resting in a corner, her glad, proud eye, met the old general's baton,

which the day before, in one of his frolic moods, Pierre had taken from its accustomed place in the picture-bannered hall. She lifted it and musingly swayed it to and fro, then paused, and staff-wise rested with it in her hand. Her stately beauty had ever somewhat martial in it,

and now she looked the daughter of a general, as she was, for Pierre's was a double revolutionary descent. On both sides he sprang from heroes. This is his inheritance, the symbol of command, and I swell out to think it. Yet, but just now I fondled the conceit that Pierre was so sweetly docile. He sure is a most strange inconsistency. For is sweet docility a general's badge? And is this baton but a distaff then? Here's something widely wrong.

Now I almost wish him otherwise than sweet and docile to me, seeing that it must be hard for a man to be an uncompromising hero and a commander among his race, and yet never ruffle any domestic brow. Pray heaven he show his heroicness in some smooth way, a favoring fortune. Not be called out to be a hero of some dark hope forlorn, of some dark hope forlorn whose cruelness makes a savage of a man. Give him, O God, regardful gales, fan him with unwavering

prosperities, so shall he remain all docility to me, and yet prove a haughty hero to the world. End of Book 1. Book 2, Part 1 of Pierre or The Ambiguities by Herman Melville. This Librevox recording is in the public domain. Recording by Nudu,

Chang Mai, Thailand. Book 2. Love, Delight, and Alarm Chapter 1 On the previous evening Pierre had arranged with Lucy the plan of a long, winding ride among the hills which

stretched around to the southward from the wide plains of saddle meadows. Though the vehicle was a sexagenarian, the animals that drew it were but six-year colts. The old phaeton had outlasted several generations of its drawers. Pierre rolled beneath the village elms in billowy style, and soon drew up before the white cottage door, flinging his reins upon the ground, he entered the house. The two colts were his particular and confidential friends, born on the same land with him,

and fed with the same corn, which, in the form of Indian cakes, Pierre himself was often wanted to eat for breakfast. The same fountain that by one branch supplied the stables with water, by another supplied Pierre's pitcher. They were a sort of family cousins to Pierre, those horses, and they were splendid young cousins, very showy in their redundant manes and mighty paces, but not all vain or arrogant. They acknowledged Pierre as the undoubted head of the House of Glendening. They well knew that they were butted inferior. and subordinate branch of the Glendonings, bound in perpetual feudal feal fealty

to its headmost representative. Therefore, these young cousins never permitted themselves to run from Pierre. They were impatient in their paces, but very patient in the halt. They were full of good humor, too, and kind as kittens. Bless me, how can you let them stand all alone that way, Pierre?

cried Lucy, as she and Pierre stepped forth from the cottage door. Pierre laid in with shawls, parasol, reticule, and a small hamper. Wait a bit, cried Pierre, dropping his load. I will show you what my colts are. So saying, he spoke to them mildly, and went close up to them and padded them. The colts neighed, the nigh-cult, neighing, a little jealousy. As if Pierre had not padded, impartially. Then with a low, long, almost a nodible whistle, Pierre got between the

colts, among the harness. Whereat Lucy started and uttered a faint cry, but Pierre told her to keep perfectly quiet, for there was not the least danger in the world. And Lucy did keep quiet, for somehow, though she always started when Pierre seemed in the slightest jeopardy, yet at the bottom she rather cherished a notion that Pierre bore a charmed life and by no earthly possibility could die from her or experience any harm when she was within a thousand leagues. Pierre, still between the horses, now stepped upon the pole of the phaeton, then stepping down indefinitely disappeared or became partially obscured among the living colonnade of the horse's eight slender and glossy legs. He entered the colonnod one way, and after a variety of meanderings,

came out another way, during all of which equestrian performance, the two colts kept gaily neighing, and good-humoredly, moving their heads perpendicularly up and down, and sometimes turning them sideways towards Lucy, as much as to say, we understand, young master,

We understand him, Miss. Never fear, pretty lady. Why, bless your delicious little heart. We played with Pierre before you ever did. Are you afraid of their running away now, Lucy? Said Pierre, returning to her. Not much, Pierre, the superb fellows. Why, Pierre, they have made an officer of you.

Look! And she pointed to two foam flakes, epilating his shoulders. Bravissimo again. I called you my recruit when you left my window this morning, and here you are promoted. Very prettily conceded, Lucy, but see, you don't admire their coats. They wear nothing but the finest Genoa velvet, Lucy. See, did you ever see such well-groomed horses? Never. Then what say you to have them for my groomsmen, Lucy? Glorious groomsmen they would make, I declare. They should have a thousand ls of white favors

All over their mains and tails. And when they draw us to church, They would be still all the time scattering white favors from their mouths, Just as they did hear on me. Upon my soul, they shall be my groomsmen, Lucy. Stately stags, playful dogs, heroes, Lucy. We shall have no marriage bells. They shall nay for us,

Lucy, we shall be wedded to the martial sound of Jobs' trumpeteers, Lucy. Hark, they are neighing now to think of it. Naying at your lyrics, Pierre, come, let us be off. Here, the shawl, the parasol, the basket. What are you looking at them so far? I was thinking, Lucy, of the sad state I am in. Not six months ago, I saw a poor, a fianced fellow, an old, comrade of mine, trudging along with this Lucy Tartan, a hillock of bundles under either arm, and I said to myself, there goes a sumpter now, poor devil, he's a lover. And now look at me. Well, life's a burden, they say, why not be burdened cheerily? But look ye, Lucy, I am going to enter a formal declaration and protest before matters go further with us. When we are married,

I am not to carry any bundles, unless in cases of real need. And what is more, when there are any of your young lady acquaintances in sight, I am not to be unnecessarily called upon to back up and load for their particular edification. Now I am really vexed with you, Pierre. That is the first ill-natured innuendo I ever heard from you. Are there any of my young lady acquaintances in sight now, I should like to know? Six of them, right over the way, said Pierre. But they keep behind the curtains.

I never trust your solitary village streets, Lucy. Sharp shooters behind every clapbird Lucy. Pray then, dear Pierre, do let us be off. Chapter 2. While Pierre and Lucy are now rolling along under the elms, let it be said who Lucy Tartan was. It is needless to say that she was a beauty, because chestnut-haired, bright-cheeked youths like Pierre Glendening,

seldom fall in love with any but a beauty. And in the times to come, there must be, as in the present times and in times gone by, some splendid man and some transcendent women, and how can they ever be, unless always, throughout all time, here and there, a handsome youth weds with a handsome maid. But though owing to the above-named provisions of dame nature, there always will be beautiful women in the world, yet the world will never see another Lucy Tartan. Her cheeks were tinted with the most delicate white and red,

the white predominating. Her eyes, some God, brought down from heaven. Her hair was d'anais, spangled with Jove's shower, her teeth were dived for in the Persian sea, if long won't to fix his glance on those who, trudging through the humbler walks of life, and whom unequal toil and poverty deform,

if that man shall happily view some fair and gracious daughter of the gods, who, from unknown climes of loveliness and affluence, comes floating into sight, all symmetry and radiance, How shall he be transported That in a world so full of vice and misery as ours There should yet shine forth This visible semblance of the heavens Her lovely woman is not entirely of this earth

Her own sex regard her not as such A crowd of women Eye a transcendent beauty entering a room Much as though a bird from Arabia Had lightened on the window-sill Say what you will, their jealousy, if any, is but an afterbirth to their open admiration. Do men envy the gods? And shall women envy the goddesses? A beautiful woman is born queen of men and women both. As Mary Stewart was born queen of Scots, whether men or women.

All mankind are her Scots. Her legal clans are numbered by the nations. A true gentleman in Kentucky would cheerfully die for a beautiful woman in Hindustin, though he never saw her. Yea, count down his heart and death drops for her, and go to Pluto that she might go to paradise. He would turn Turk before he would disown an allegiance hereditary to all gentlemen, from the hour their grandmaster Adam,

first knelt to Eve. A plain-faced queen of Spain dwells not in half the glory a beautiful milliner does. Her soldiers can break heads, but her highness cannot crack a heart, and the beautiful milliner might string hearts for necklaces. Undoubtedly, beauty made the first queen. If ever again, the succession to the German empire should be contested, and one poor lame lawyer should present the claims of the first excellingly beautiful women he chanced to see. She would thereupon be unanimously elected empress of the Holy Roman German Empire.

That is to say, if all the Germans were true, free-hearted and magnanimous gentlemen, at all capable of appreciating so immense an honor. It is nonsense to talk of France at the seat of all civility. did not those French heathen have a sleek law? Three of the most bewitching creatures, immortal flowers of the line of Belois, were excluded from the French throne by that infamous provision. France, indeed, this Catholic millions,

still worship Mary Queen of Heaven, and for ten generations refused cap and knee to many angel, Mary's, rightful queens of France. Here is cause for universal war. See how viley nations, as well as men, assume and wear unchallenged, the choicest titles. However, without merit. The Americans, and not the French, are the world's models of chivalry. Our Salique law provides that universal homage shall be paid all beautiful women.

No man's most solid rights shall weigh against her ariest whims. If you buy the best seat in the coach, to go and consult a doctor on a matter of life and death, you shall cheerfully abdicate that best seat and limp away on foot if a pretty woman traveling shake one feather from the stagehouse door. Now, since we began by talking of a certain young lady that went out riding with a certain youth, and yet find ourselves, after leading such a merry dance fast by a stagehouse window, this may seem rather irregular sort of writing. But whither indeed should Lucy Tarton conduct us, but among mighty queens, and all other creatures of high degree, and finally set us roaming, to see whether the wide world can match so fine a wonder.

By immemorial usage, am I not bound to celebrate this Lucy Tartan? Who shall stay me? Is she not my hero's own a-the-a-a-a-a-a-a-a-haunced? What can be gain said? Where underneath the tester of the night sleeps such another? Yet how would Lucy tartan shrink from all this noise and clatter? She is bragged of, but not brags. Thus far, she hath floated as stilly through this life,

as thistle down floats over meadows. Noiseless. She, except with Pierre, and even with him she lives through many a panting hush. Oh, those love pauses that they know, how ominous of their future. For pauses precede the earthquake and every other terrible commotion.

But blue be their sky a while, and lights them all their chaps them all their chaps, and frolicsome their humors. Never shall I get down this vile inventory. How if with paper and with pencil I went out into the starry night to inventorize the heavens? Who shall tell stars as teaspoons? Who shall put down the charms of Lucy Tartan upon paper?

As for the breast, her parentage, what fortunes she would possess, and how many dresses and her wards, wardrobe and how many rings upon her fingers, cheerfully would I let the genealogists, tax-gatherers, and upholsterers attend to that. My proper province is with the angelical part of Lucy. But as in some quarters, there prevails a sort of prejudice against angels, who are merely angels and nothing more. Therefore, I shall martyrise myself by letting such gentlemen and ladies into some details of Lucy Tartan's history.

She was the daughter of an early and most cherished friend of Pierre's father, but that father was now dead, and she resided an only daughter with her mother in a very fine house in the city. But though her home was in the city, her heart was twice a year in the country. She did not at all love the city in its empty, heartless, ceremonial ways.

It was very strange, but most eloquently significant of her own natural angelhood, that, though born among brick and mortar in a seaport, she still pined for unbaked earth and inland grass. So the sweet linnit, though born inside of wires in a lady's chamber on the ocean coast, and ignorant all its life of any other spot, yet when springtime comes, it is seized with flutterings and vague impatiences. It cannot eat or drink for these wild longings. Though unlearned by any experience, still the inspired Linnet divinely knows

that the inland migrating time has come. And just so, with Lucy in her first longings for the verdure. Every spring those wild flutterings shook her. Every spring, this sweet Linnet girl. girl did migrate inland. Oh, God grant that those other and long after nameless flutterings of her inmost soul, when all life was become wary to her, God grant that those deeper flutterings in her were equally significant of her final heavenly migration from this heavenly earth. It was fortunate for Lucy that her aunt, Lanolin, a pensive, childless, white-turbined widower,

possessed and occupied a pretty cottage in the village of Saddle Meadows. And still more fortunate that this excellent old aunt was very partial to her and always felt a quiet delight in having Lucy near her. So Aunt Laneland's cottage, in effect, was Lucy's. And now, for some years past, she had annually spent several months at Saddle Meadows. And it was among the pure and soft incitements of the country, that Pierre first had felt towards Lucy, the dear passion, which now made him wholly hers. Lucy had two brothers, one her senior by three years, and the other her junior by two.

But these young men were officers in the Navy, and so they did not permanently live with Lucy and her mother. Mrs. Tartan was mistress of an ample fortune. She was, moreover, perfectly aware that such was the fact, and was somewhat inclined to force it upon the notice of other people, no wise interested in the matter. In other words, Mrs. Tarton, instead of being daughter-proud, for which she had infinite reason, was a little inclined to being purse-proud, for which she had not the slightest reason, seeing that the great Magul probably possessed a larger fortune than she, not to speak of the Shah of Persian, Baron Rothschild, and a thousand other millionaires, whereas the Grand Turk and all their other majesties of Europe, Asia, and Africa, Taboot,

could not in all their joint dominions boast so sweet a girl as Lucy. Nevertheless, Mrs. Tartan was an excellent sort of lady, as this lady-like world goes. She subscribed to charities. and owned five pews in as many churches, and went about trying to promote the general felicity of the world by making all the handsome young people of her acquaintance marry one another. In other words, she was a matchmaker. Not a Lucifer matchmaker, though, to tell the truth,

she may have kindled the matrimonial blues in certain dissatisfied gentleman's breasts, who had been wedded under her particular auspices, and by her particular advice. Rumour said, but rumor is always fibbing, that there was a secret society of dissatisfied young husbands, who were at the pains of privately circulating handbills among all unmarried young strangers,

warning them against the insidious approaches of Mrs. Tarton, and for reference named themselves in cipher. But this could not have been true, for flushed with a thousand matches, burning blue or bright, it made little matter. Mrs. Tarton sailed the seas of fashion, causing all top sails to lower to her, and towing flotillas of young ladies, for all of whom she was bound to find the finest husband harbors in the world. But does not matchmaking, like charity, begin at home? Why is her own daughter Lucy without a mate?

But not so fast. Mrs. Tarton, years ago, laid out that sweet program concerning Pierre and Lucy. But in this case, her program happened to coincide, in some degree, with the previous one in heaven. And only for that cause did it come to pass, that Pierre Glendening was the proud elect of Lucy Tarton. Besides, this being a thing so nearly affected herself, Mrs. Tarton had, for the third. the most part been rather circumspect and cautious in all her maneuverings with Pierre and Lucy. Moreover, the thing demanded no maneuvering at all. The two platonic particles, after roaming in quest of each other, from the time of Saturn and Ops, till now, they came together before Mrs.

Tartan's own eyes, and what more could Mrs. Tartan do toward making them forever, one and indivisible? Once and only once had a dim suspicion passed through Pierre's mind that Mrs. Tarton was a lady thimble-rigger and slyly rolled the pea. In their less mature acquaintance, he was breakfasting with Lucy and her mother in the city, and the first cup of coffee had been poured out by Mrs. Tartan, when she declared she smelt matches burning somewhere in the house, and she must see them extinguished. So banning all pursuit, she rose to seek for the burning matches, leaving the pair alone to interchange the civilities of the coffee, and finally sent word to them from above the stairs that the matches, or something else, had given her a headache,

and begged Lucy to send her up some toast and tea, and she would breakfast in her own chamber that morning. Upon this, Pierre looked from Lucy to his boots, and as he lifted his eyes again saw anacreon on the sofa on one side of him and Moore's melodies on the other and some honey on the table and a bit of white satin on the floor and a sort of bride's veil on the chandelier never mind though thought Pierre fixing his gaze on Lucy I'm entirely willing to be caught when the bait is set in paradise and the bait is such an angel again he glanced at lucy and saw a look of infinite subdued vexation and some unwonted pallor on her cheek then willingly he would have kissed the delicious bait and so gently hated to be tasted in the trap

But glancing round again, and seeing that the music, which Mrs. Tartan, under the pretense of putting in order, had been adjusting upon the piano, seeing that this music was now in a vertical pile against the wall, with Love was once a little boy for the outermost and only visible sheet, and thinking this to be a remarkable coincidence under the circumstances, Pierre could not refrain from a humorous smile. though it was a very gentle one and immediately repented of especially as lucy seeing and interpreting it immediately arose with an unaccountable indignant angelical adorable and all persuasive mr glendening utterly confounded in him the slightest germ of suspicion as to lucy's collusion in her mother's imagined artifices indeed mrs Tarton's having anything whatever to do or hint or finesse in this matter of the loves of Pierre and Lucy was nothing less than immensely gratuitous and sacrilegious. Would Mrs. Tarton doctor lilies when they blow? Would Mrs. Tartan set about matchmaking between the steel and the magnet? Preposterous Mrs. Tarton.

But this whole world is a preposterous one, with many preposterous people in it, chief among whom was Mrs. Tarton, matchmaker to the nation. This conduct of Mrs. Tarton was the more absurd, seeing that she could not but know that Mrs. Glendening desired the thing. And was not Lucy wealthy? Going to be, that is, very wealthy, when her mother died. Sad thought that for Mrs. Tarton. And was not her husband's family of the best, and had not Lucy's father been a

bosom friend of Pierre's father. And though Lucy might be matched to some one man where among women was the match for Lucy, exceedingly preposterous Mrs. Tarton, but when a lady like Mrs. Tarton has nothing positive and useful to do, then she will do just such preposterous things as Mrs. Tartan did. Well, time went on, and Pierre loved Lucy, and Lucy Pierre, till at last the two young naval gentlemen, her brothers, happened to arrive in Mrs. Tartan's drawing room from their first cruise, a three years one trip to the Mediterranean. They rather stared at Pierre, finding him on the sofa, and Lucy, not very remote. Pray, be seated gentlemen, said Pierre,

plenty of room. My darling brothers, cried Lucy, embracing them. My darling, my darling, "'arling brothers and sister,' cried Pierre, folding them together. "'Pray, hold off, sir,' said the elder brother, "'who had served as a past midshipman for the last two weeks.' The younger brother retreated a little, and clapped his hand upon his dirk, saying, "'Sir, we are from the Mediterranean. Sir, permit to say, this is decidedly improper.

Who may you be, sir?' "'I can't explain for joy. cried Pierre, hilariously embracing them all again. Most extraordinary, cried the older brother, extricating his shirt-collar from the embrace and pulling it up vehemently. Draw, cried the younger, intrepidly. Peace, foolish fellows, cried Lucy. This is your old playfellow, Pierre Glendening.

Pierre? Why Pierre, cried the lads. A hug all round again. You've grown a fat. them who would have known you but then lucy i say lucy what business have you here in this a-a hugging match i should call it oh lucy don't mean anything cried pierre come one more all around so they all embraced again and that evening it was publicly known that pierre was to wed with lucy whereupon the young officers took it upon themselves to think, though they by no means presumed to breathe it, that they had authoritatively, though indirectly, accelerated, a before ambiguous and highly incommendable state of affairs

between the now affianced lovers. Chapter 3 In the fine, old, robust times of Pierre's grandfather, an American gentleman of substantial person and fortune, spent his time in a somewhat different style from the greenhouse gentleman of the present day. The grandfather of Pierre measured six feet four inches in height. During a fire in the old manorial mansion, with one dash of his foot, he had smitten down an oaken door to admit the buckets of his negro slaves.

Pierre had often tried on his military vest, which still remained an heirloom at saddle meadows. and found the pockets below his knees and plenty additional room for a fair-sized quarter-cask within its buttoned girth. In a night's scuffle in the wilderness before the Revolutionary War, he had annihilated two Indian savages by making reciprocal bludgeon's of their heads. And all this was done by the mildest-hearted and most blue-eyed gentleman in the world, who, according to the patriarchal fashion of those days, was a gentle, white-haired worshipper of all the household gods, the gentlest husband and the gentlest father,

the kindest of masters to his slaves, of the most wonderful, unruffledness of temper, a serene smoker of his after-dinner pipe, a forgiver of many injuries, A sweet-hearted, charitable Christian, in fine, a pure, cheerful, childlike, blue-eyed divine, old man, in whose meek, majestic soul, the lion and the lamb embraced, fit image of his God. Never could Pierre look upon his fine military portrait without an infinite and mournful longing to meet his living aspect in real life.

The majestic sweetness of this portrait was truly wonderful in its effects upon any sensitive and generous-minded young observer. For such, that portrait possessed the heavenly persuasiveness of angelic speech. A glorious gospel framed and hung above the wall and declaring to all people, as from the mount, that man is a noble, godlike being, full of choicest juices, made up of strength and beauty.

Now, this grand old Pierre Glendening was a great lover of horses, but not in the modern sense, for he was no jockey. One of his most intimate friends of the masculine gender was a huge, proud, grey horse, of a surprising reserve of manner, his saddle beast. He had his horse's mangers carved like old trenchers out of solid maple logs.

The key of the corn bin hung in his library, and no one grained his steeds but himself, unless his absence from home promoted Moyer, an incorruptible and most punctual old black, to that honorable office. He said that no man loved his horses, unless his own hands grained them. Every Christmas he gave them brimming measures. I keep Christmas with my horses, said Grand Old Pierre. The Grand Old Pierre always rose at sunrise, washed his face and chest in the open air, and then, returning to his closet, and being completely arrayed at last, stepped forth to make a ceremonious call at his stables, to bid his very honorable friends there, a very good and joyful morning.

Woe to Krantz, Kit, Dow, or any other of his stable slaves, if Grand Old Pierre found one horse unblanketed, or one weed among the hay that filled their rack. Not that he ever had, Krant's Kit, Dow, or any of them flogged, a thing unknown in that patriarchal time and country, but he would refuse to say that his wanted, pleasant, word to them. And that was very bitter to them, for Krantz, Kit, Dow, and all of them loved Grand Old Pierre, and his shepherds loved old Abraham. What decorous, lordly, grey-haired steed

is this? What old Chaldean rides abroad? Tis grand old Pierre, who, every morning before he eats, goes out promenading with his saddle beast, nor mouths him without first asking leave. But time glides on, and grand old Pierre grows old. His life's glorious grape now swells with fatness. He has not the conscience to saddle his majestic beast with such a mighty load of manliness. Besides, the noble beast himself is growing old

and has a touching look of meditativeness in his large attentive eyes. Leg of man, swears grand old Pierre, shall never more bestride my steed. No more shall harness touch him. And every spring he sowed a field with clover for his steed. And at midsummer sordid all his meadow grasses for the choicest hay to winter him, and had his destined grain thrashed out with a flail, whose handle had once borne a flag in brisk battle, into which the same old steed had pranced with Grand Old Pierre,

one waving mane, one waving sword. Now needs must Grand Old Pierre take a morning drive. He rides no more with that grey old steed. He has a phaeton built, fit for a vast genet. In whose sash three common men might hide. Doubled, trebled, are the huge S-shaped leather springs. The wheels seem stolen from some mill. The canopied seat is like a testered bed.

From beneath the old archway, not one horse, but two, every morning, now draw forth, old Pierre, as the Chinese draw their fat god Josh. once every year from out his fame. But time glides on, and a morning comes when the phaeton emerges not, but all the yards and courts are full. Helmets line the ways, sword points strike the stone steps of the porch,

muskets ring upon the stairs, and mournful martial melodies are heard in all the halls. Grand old Pierre is, dead and like a hero of old battles he dies on the eve of another war air wheeling to fire on the foe his platoons fire over their old commander's grave in a.D. 1812 died grand old Pierre. The drum that beat in brass his funeral march was a British kettle drum that had once helped beat the vanglorious march for the 30,000 predestined prisoners led into sure captivity by that bragging boy, Burgoyne.

Next day, the old grey steed turned from his grain, turned round, and vainly winnieed in his stall. By gracious Moyer's hand, he refuses to be padded now, plain as horse can speak. The old grey steed says, I smell not the wanted hand. where is grand old Pierre? Grain me not and groom me not. Where is grand old Pierre? He sleeps not far from his master now. Beneath the field he cropped,

he has softly lain him down. And long ere this, grand old Pierre and steed have passed through that grass to glory. But his phaeton, like his peyotin, like his plumed hearse outlives the noble load it bore, and the dark base steeds that drew grand old Pierre alive, and by his testament drew him dead, and followed the lordly lead of the lead-grey horse.

Those dark-based steeds are still extant, not in themselves or in their issue, but in the two descendant stallions of their own breed. For on the lands of Saddle Meadows, man and horse are both hereditary, and this bright morning, Pierre Glendening, grandson of Grand Old Pierre, now drives forth with Lucy Tarton, seated where his own ancestor had sat, and reigning steeds, whose great-great-great-grandfathers, grand old Pierre, had reigned before.

How proud felt Pierre, and fancy's eye he saw the horse ghosts a tandem in the van these are but wheelers cried young pierre the leaders are the generations end of book two part one book two of pierre or the ambiguities by herman melville this libervox recording is in the public domain recording by nadu chang may Island. Book 2. Love, Delight, and Alarm, Part 2. Chapter 4. But love has more to do with his own possible and probable posterities than with the once-living, but now impossible, ancestries in the past. So Pierre's glow of family pride quickly gave place to a deeper hue when Lucy bade lover's banner blush out from his cheek. That morning was the choicest drop that time had in his vase. Ineffable distillations of a soft delight were wafted from the fields and hills.

Fatal mourning that, to all lovers unbetrothed, come to your confessional, it cried, Behold our airy loves. The birds tripped from the trees, far out at sea, no more the sailors tied their bowline knots. Their hands had lost their cunning. Will they, nil they, love-tied love-nots on every spangled spar. Oh, praised be the beauty of this earth, the beauty and the bloom and the mirthfulness thereof. The first worlds made were winter worlds. The second maid were vernal worlds The third and last and perfectest

Was the summer world of ours In the cold and nether spheres Preachers preach of earth And we of paradise above Oh there my friends they say They have a season In their language known as summer Then their fields spin themselves

Green Carpets snow and ice are not in all the land than a million strange bright fragrant things powder that swore with perfumes and high majestic beings dumb and grand stand up with outstretched arms and hold these green canopies over merry angels

men and women who love and wed and sleep and dream beneath the approving glances of their visible god and goddess glad-hearted sun and pensive moon O praised be the beauty of this earth The beauty and the bloom And the mirthfulness thereof

We lived before And shall live again And as we hope for a fairer world Than this to come So we came from one less fine From each successive world, the demon principle is more and more dislodged. He is the accursed clog from chaos, and thither, by every new translation, we drive him further and further back again.

Hasanas to this world, so beautiful itself, and the vestibule to more. Out of some past Egypt, we have come through. this new Canaan, and from this new Canaan we press on to some Circassia. Though still the villains, want and woe, followed us out of Egypt, and now beg in Canaan's streets. Yet Circassia's gates shall not admit them. They, with their sire, the demon principle, must back to chaos whence they came. Love was first begun. by mirth and peace in Eden when the world was young. The man oppressed with cares, he cannot love.

The man of gloom finds not the God. So as youth, for the most part, has no cares and knows no gloom, therefore. Ever since time did begin, youth belongs to love. Love may end in grief and age and pain, in need and all other modes of human mournfulness but love begins in joy love's first sigh is never breathed till after love hath laughed love laughs first and then sighs after love has no hands but symbols love's mouth is chambered like a bugle and the instinctive breathings of this life breathe jubilee notes of joy.

That morning, two bay horses drew two laughs along the road that led to the hills from saddle meadows. Apt time they kept. Pierre Glendoning's young, manly tenor, to Lucy Tarton's girlish treble. Wondrous fair of face, blue-eyed and golden-haired, the bright-blondon-old. Lucy was arrayed in colors harmonious with the heavens. Light blue be thy perpetual color, Lucy. Light blue becomes the best. Such the repeated azure counsel of Lucy Tartan's mother. On both sides from the hedges came to pier the clover bloom of Saddle Meadows.

And from Lucy's mouth and cheek came the fresh fragrance. of her violent young being. Smell I the flowers, or thee, cried Pierre. See eye lakes or eyes, cried Lucy, her own gazing down into his soul as two stars gazed down into a tarn. No Cornwall miner ever sunk so deep a shaft beneath the sea as love will sink beneath the floating of the eyes.

Love sees ten million fabulous, down till dazzled by the floor of pearls. The eye is love's own magic glass, where all things that are not of earth glide in supernatural light. There are not so many fishes in the sea as there are sweet images in lover's eyes. In those miraculous translucencies swim the strange eye fish with wings that some Sometimes leap out instinct with joy. Moist fish wings wet the lover's cheek.

Love's eyes are holy things. Therein the mysteries of life are lodged. Looking in each other's eyes, lovers see the ultimate secret of the worlds. And with thrills, eternally untranslatable, feel that love is God of all. Man or woman, who has never loved, nor once looked deep down into their own lover's eyes.

They know not the sweetest and the loftiest religion of this earth. Love is both creators and saviors gospel to mankind, a volume bound in rose leaves, clasped with violets, and by the beaks of hummingbirds printed with peach juice on the leaves of lilies. endless is the account of love Time and space cannot contain love's story All things that are sweet to see or taste or feel or hear All these things were made by love

And none other things were made by love Love made not the Arctic zones But love is ever reclaiming them Say are not the fierce things of this earth Daily hourly going out Where now are your wolves of Britain? Where in Virginia now find you the panther and the pard? Oh, love is busy everywhere.

Everywhere love hath Moravian missionaries. No propagandist like to love. The south wind wooes the barbarous north. On many a distinct shore, the gentler west wind persuades the arid east. All this earth is loves affianced. Vainly the demon principle howls to stay the bands. Why round her middle wears this world so rich a zone of torrid verdure if she be not dressing for the final rights?

And why provides she orange blossoms and lilies of the valley if she would not that all men and maids should love and marry? For every wedding where true lovers wed helps on the march of the universal love. Who are brides here shall be love's bridesmaids in the marriage world to come. So on all sides, love allures can contain himself what youth who views the wonders of the beauteous women world? Where a beautiful woman is, there is all Asia and her bazaars. Italy hath not a sight before the beauty of a Yankee girl,

nor heaven a blessing beyond her earthly love. Did not the angelical Lotharius come down to earth, that they might taste of mortal woman's love and beauty? Even while her own silly brothers were pining after the self-same paradise they left. Yes, those envying angels did come down, did emigrate, and who emigrates except to be better off. Love is this world's great redeemer and reformer. And as all beautiful women are their selectest emissaries,

so hath love gifted them with a magnetical persuasiveness, that no youth can possibly repel. The own heart's choice of every youth seems ever as an inscrutable witch to him, and by 10,000 concentric spells, encircling incantations, glides round and round him as he turns, murmuring meanings of unearthly import,

and summoning up to him all the subterranean sprites and gnomes and unpeopling all the sea for naiads to swim round him, so that mysteries are evoked as in exhalations by this love. What wonder then that love was A. a mystic. Chapter 5 And this self-same morning, Pierre was very mystical. Not continually, though, but most mystical one moment and overflowing with mad, unbridled merriment the next.

He seemed a youthful Magian, and almost a monte bank together. Chaldaic improvisations burst from him in quick golden verses on the heel of humorous retort and repartee. More especially, the bright glance of Lucy was transporting to him. Now, reckless of his horses,

with both arms holding Lucy in his embrace, like a Sicilian diver, he dives deep down in the Adriatic of her eyes. and brings up some king's cup of joy. All the waves in Lucy's eyes seemed waves of infinite glee to him. And as if, like veritable seas, they did indeed catch the reflected irradiations of the pellucid azure morning. In Lucy's eyes there seemed to shine all the blue glory of the general day,

and all the sweet inscrutableness of the sky. And certainly the blue eyes of woman, like the sea, is not uninfluenced by the atmosphere. Only in the open air of some divinest summer day will you see its ultramarine. It's fluid lapis lazuli. Then would Pierre burst forth in some screaming shout of joy. On the striped tigers of his chestnut eyes leaped in their lashed cages with a fierce delight. Lucy shrank from him in extreme love For the extremist top of love

Is fear and wonder Soon the swift horses drew this fair god and goddess Nigh the wooded hills Whose distant blue Now changed into a variously shaded green Stood before them Like old Babylonian walls Overgrown with verdure

While here and there at regular interval the scattered peaks seemed mural towers, and the clumped pines surmounting them as lofty archers and vast, outlooking watchers of the glorious Babylonian city of the day. Catching that hilly air, the prancing horses neighed, laughed on the ground with gleeful feet, felt they the gay delightsome spurrings of the day, for the day was mad with excessive joy,

and high in heaven you heard the neighing of the horses of the sun, and down dropped their nostrils froth and many a fleecy vapor from the hills. From the plains the mists row slowly, reluctant yet to quit so fair a mead. At those green slopings Pierre reigned in his steeds, and soon the twain were seated on the bank, gazing far and far away over many a grove, lake, corncrested uplands, and herds grass lowlands, and long stretching swales of vividest green, betokening where the greenest bounty of this earth seeks its winding channels as ever. The most heavenly bounteousness most seeks the lowly places, making green and glad many a humble mortal's

breast, and leaving to his own lonely aridness many a hilltop prince's state. But grief, not joy, is a moralizer. And small moralizing wisdom caught Pierre from that scene. With Lucy's hand in his, and feeling softly feeling of its soft tinglingness, he seemed as one placed in linked correspondence with the summer lightings, and by sweetly, he seemed as one placed in linked correspondence with the summer lightings, and by sweet shock on shock, receiving intimating foretastes of the ethereal delights of earth.

Now, prone on the grass he falls, with his attentive upward glance fixed on Lucy's eyes. Thou art my heaven, Lucy, and here I lie, thy shepherd king, watching for new eye stars to rise in thee. Ha, I see Venus transit, Now, lo, a new planet there, and behind all an infinite starry nebulousness, as if thy being were

backgrounded by some spangled veil of mystery. Is Lucy death to all these ravings of his lyric love? Why looks she down and vibrates so, and why now from her overcharged lids, drop such warm drops as these? joy now in Lucy's eyes, and seeming tremor on her lips. Ah, thou too ardent and impetuous, Pierre. Nay, thou too moist and changeful April. Knowst thou not, that the moist and changeful April is followed by the glad, assured,

and showerless joy of June? And this Lucy, this day should be thy June, even as it is, is the earth's. Ah Pierre, not June to me But say, are not the sweets of June Made sweet by the April tears? I love, but here fall more drops More and more These showers are longer than beseem the April

And pertain not to the June June, June, thou brides' month of the summer Following the spring's sweet courtship of the earth My June, my June is yet to come O, yet to come, but fixedly decreed, Good as come and better. Then no flower that, in the bud, The April showers have nurtured,

No such flower may untimely perish, ere the June unfolds it, Ye will not swear that, Pierre. The audacious immortalities of divinest love are in me, And I now swear to thee, All the immutable eternities of joyfulness, that ever woman dreamed of in this dream-house of the earth. A God decrees to thee unchangeable felicity,

and to me the unchallenged possession of thee and them, for my inalienable fief. Do I brave? Look on me, Lucy. Think on me, girl. Thou art young and beautiful and strong, and a joyful manliness invests thee, Pierre, and thy intrepid heart never yet felt the touch of,

of fear, but, but what? Ah, my best, Pierre. With kisses I will suck my secret from thy cheek, but what? Let us high, homeward, Pierre. Some nameless sadness, faintness strangely comes to me. Fortaste, I feel of endless dreariness. Tell me once more the story of that face, Pierre, that mysterious haunting face, which thou once toldst me, thou didst thrice vainly try to shun. Blue is the sky, O bland the air, Pierre, but tell me the story of the face, the dark-eyed, lustrous, imploring, mournful face, that so mystically paled and shrunk at thine. Ah, Pierre, sometimes I have thought, never. will I wed with my best Pierre, until the riddle of that face be known. Tell me, tell me, Pierre,

as a fixed basilisk with eyes of steady flaming mournfulness, that face this instant fastens me. Bewitched, bewitched, cursed be the hour I acted on the thought that love hath no reserves. Never should I have told thee the story of the face. Lucy, I have bared myself too much to thee, oh, never should love no all. No's not all, then loves not all, Pierre. Never shalt thou so say again. And Pierre, listen to me. Now, now in this inexplicable trepidation that I feel,

I do conjure thee, that thou wilt ever continue to do as thou hast done, so that I may ever continue to know all that agitates thee. the ariest and most transient thought that ever shall sweep into thee from the wide atmosphere of all things that have mortality. Did I doubt thee here? Could I ever think that thy heart hath yet one private nook or corner from me? Fatal, disenchanting day for me, my peer, would that be? I tell thee, Pierre, and tis love's own self that now speaks through me. Only in unbounded confidence and interchangings of all subtlest secrets can love possibly endure.

Love's self is a secret, and so feeds on secrets, Pierre, that I only know of thee, what the whole common world may know, what then were pure to me, thou must be wholly a declosed secret to me. Love is vain and proud And when I walk the streets And meet thy friends I must still be laughing And hugging to myself the thought

They know him not I only know my peer None else beneath the circuit of young son Then swear to me dear Pierre That that will never keep a secret from me No, never, never swear Something seizes me Thy inexplicable tears, falling, falling on my heart, have now turned it to a stone.

I feel icy cold and hard. I will not swear. Pierre, Pierre! God help thee, and God help me, Lucy. I cannot think, that in this most mild and dulcet air, the invisible agencies are plotting treasons against our loves. O, if ye be now nigh us, ye things I have no name for, Then by a name that should be a facie, by Christ's holy name, I warn ye back from her and me. Touch her not, ye airy devils, hence to your appointed hell. Why come ye prowling in these heavenly purloes?

Cannot the chains of love, omnipotent bind ye fiends? Is this Pierre? eyes glare fearfully. Now I see layer on layer deeper in him. He turns round and menaces the air and talks to it, as if defied by the air. Woe is me, that fairy love should rise this evil spell, Pierre. But now I was infinite distances from thee, oh my Lucy, wandering baffled in the choking night, but thy voice might find me, though I had wandered to the boreal realm, Lucy. Here I sit down by thee, I catch a soothing from thee. My own, own Pierre. Pierre, into ten trillion pieces, I could now be torn for thee. In my bosom would yet hide thee, and there keep thee warm,

though I sat down on arctic ice-floes, frozen to a corpse, my own best blessed Pierre. Now could I plant some ponyard in me, that my silly ailinges should have power to move thee thus, and pain thee thus. Forgive me, Pierre, thy changed face hath chased the other from me. The fright of thee exceeds all other frights. It does so haunt me now. Press hard my hand Look hard on me, my love That its last trace may pass away Now I feel almost whole again now

Tis gone Up my pierre let us up and fly these hills Whence I fear too wide a prospect meets us Fly we to the plain See thy steeds nay for thee They call thee See the clouds fly down toward the plain Lo, these hills now seem all desolate to me,

And the veil all verdure. Thank thee, Pierre. See now I quit the hills, dry-cheeked, And leave all tears behind to be sucked in by these evergreens. Meet emblems of the unchanging love. My own sadness nourishes in me. Hard fate that love's best verter should feed so on tears. Now they rolled swiftly down the slopes, nor tempted the upper hills, but sped fast for the plain.

Now the cloud hath passed from Lucy's eye. No more the lurid slanting light forks upward from her lover's brow. In the plain they find peace and love and joy again. It was the merest idling wanton vapor Lucy, An empty echo, Pierre, of a sad sound, long past, bless thee, my Pierre. The great God wrap thee ever, Lucy. So now we are home. Chapter 6.

After seeing Lucy into her aunt's most cheerful parlor, and seating her by the honeysuckle that half-clambered into the window there, and near to which was her easel for crayon sketching, upon part of whose frame Lucy had cunningly trained two slender vines into whose earth-filled pots two of the three legs of the easel

were inserted and sitting down himself by her and by his pleasant, lightsome chat striving to chase the last trace of sadness from her and not till his object seemed fully gained. Pierre rose to call her good aunt to her and so take his leave till evening

when Lucy called him back, begging him first to bring her the blue portfolio from her chamber, for she wished to kill her last lingering melancholy, if any indeed did linger now, by diverting her thoughts in a little pencil sketch to scenes widely different from those of saddle meadows and its hills. So Pierre went upstairs, but paused on the threshold of the open door. He never had entered the chamber, but with feelings of a wonderful reverentialness. The carpet seemed as holy ground. Every chair seemed sanctified by some departed saint, there once seated long ago.

Here his book of love was all a rubric, and said, Bow now, Pierre, bow. But this extreme loyalty to the piety of love called from him by such glimpses of its most secret inner shrine, was not unrelieved the times by such quickenings of his pulses, but in fantasy he pressed the wide beauty of the world in his embracing arms. For all the world resolved itself into his heart's best love for Lucy. Now crossing the magic silence of the empty chamber,

he caught the snow-white bed reflected in the toilet-glass. This rooted him. For one swift instant he seemed to see in that one glance the two separate beds, the real one and the reflected one, and an unbidden, most miserable presentiment thereupon stole into him. But in one breath it came and went, so he advanced, and with a fond and gentle joyfulness, his eye now fell upon the spotless bed itself and fastened on a snow-white roll that lay beside the pillow. Now he started. Lucy seemed coming in upon him,

but no, it is only the foot of one of her little slippers, just peeping into view from under the narrow nether curtains of the bed. Then again his glance fixed itself upon the slender, snow-white, ruffled roll, and he stood as one enchanted. Never precious parchment of the Greek was half so precious in his eyes. Never trembling scholar longed more to unroll the mystic vellum than Pierre longed to unroll the sacred secrets of that snow-white ruffled thing. But his hands touched not any object in that chamber,

except the one he had gone thither for. Here is the blue portfolio, Lucy. See, the key hangs to its silver lock. Were you not fearful, I would open it? T'was tempting, I must confess. Open it, said Lucy. Why, yes, Pierre, yes, what secret thing keep I from thee? Read me through and through, I am entirely thine, see? And tossing open the portfolio, all manner of rosy things came floating from it, and a most delicate perfume of some invisible essence. Ah, thou holy angel, Lucy, why, Pierre, thou art transfigured, thou now lookest as one who, Why, Pierre, as one who had just peeped in at paradise, Lucy, and again wondering in thy mind, Pierre,

No more. Come, you must leave me now. I'm quite rested again. Quick, call my aunt and leave me. Stay this evening. We are to look over the book of plates from the city. You know, be early. Go now, Pierre. Well, goodbye. Till evening, thou height of all delight. Chapter 7. As Pierre drove through the silent village, beneath the vertical shadows of the noonday tree, the sweet chamber scene abandoned him, and the mystical face recurred to him and kept with him. At last, arrived at home, he found his mother absent. So passing straight through the wide middle hall of the mansion, he descended the piazza on the other ride and wandered away in reveries down to the riverbank.

Here, one primeval pine tree had been luckily left standing, but the otherwise unsparing woodman. who long ago had cleared that meadow. It was once crossing to this noble pine from a clump of hemlocks far across that river that Pierre had first noticed the significant fact that while the hemlock and the pine are trees of equal growth and stature and are so similar in their general aspect,

that people unused to woods sometimes confound them. And while both trees are proverbially trees of sadness, Yet the dark hemlock hath no music in his thoughtful boffs, but the gentle pine tree drops melodious mournfulness. At its half-beared roots of sadness, Pierre sat down, and marked the mighty bulk and far-out-reaching length of one particular route, which, staying down the bank, the storms and rains had years ago exposed. How wide, how strong these roots must spread!

sure this pine tree takes powerful hold of this fair earth. Yon bright flower hath not so deep a root. This tree hath outlived a century of that gay flower's generations, and will outlive a century of them yet to come. This is most sad. Hark, now I hear the pyramidal and numberless flame-like complainings of this olean pine. The wind breathes now upon. on it, the wind that is God's breath. Is he so sad? O tree, so mighty thou, so lofty, yet so mournful.

That is most strange. Hark, as I look up into thy high secrecies. O tree, the face, the face peeps down on me. Aren't thou Pierre? Come to me, oh thou mysterious girl, What an ill-matched pendant thou? So that other countenance of sweet Lucy, Which also hangs, and first did hang within my heart, Is grief a pendant then to pleasantness? Is grief a self-willed guest that will come in? Yet I have never known thee, grief.

Thou art a legend to me. I have known some fiery broils of glorious frenzy. I have oft tasted of reverie, Whence comes pensiveness, Whence comes sadness, Whence all delicious poetic presentiments, But thou grief, Art still a ghost story to me.

I know thee not, Do half disbelief in thee. Not that I would be without my two little cherished fits of sadness now and then, But God keep me from thee, Thou art other shape, a far profounder gloom, I shudder at thee. The face, the face, forth again from thy high secrecies. O tree, the face steals down upon me. Mysterious girl, who art thou? By what right snatches thou, thus my deepest thoughts? Take thy thin fingers from me, I am affianced, and not to thee.

Leave me. What share hast thou in me? Surely thou lovest not me, that were most miserable for thee and me and Lucy. It cannot be. What? Who art thou? Oh, wretched vagueness, too familiar to me, yet inexplicable, unknown, utterly unknown. I seem to founder in this perplexity. Thou seemst to know, somewhat of me I know not of myself. What is it then? If thou hast a secret in thy eyes of mournful mystery, out with it, Pierre demands it, What is that thou hast veiled in thee so imperfectly, that I seem to see its motion, but not its form? It visibly rustles behind the concealing screen.

Now, never into the soul if Pierre, stole there before a muffledness like this. If aught really lurks in it, ye sovereign powers that claim all my leal worshippings, I conjure ye to lift the veil. I must see it face to face. Tread I on a mine, warn me, advance I on a precipice, hold me back, but abandon me to an unknown misery that it shall suddenly seize me, and possess me wholly, that ye will never do,

else pierce fond faith in ye, now clean, untouched, may clean depart, and give me up to be a railing atheist. Ah, now the face departs. Pray heaven it hath not only stolen back, and hidden again in thy high secrecies, O tree, but tis gone, gone, entirely gone, and I thank God, and I feel joy again.

Joy, which I also feel to be my right as man. Deprived of joy, I feel I should find cause for deadly feuds with things invisible. Ha, a coat of iron mail seems to grow round and husk me now, and I have heard that the bitterest winters are foretold by a thicker husk upon the Indian corn. So our old farmers say, But tis a dark similitude Quit thy analogies Sweet in the orator's mouth

Bitter in the thinker's belly Now then I'll up with my own joyful will And with my joy's face Scare away all phantoms So they go And Pierre is joys And life again

Thou pine tree Henceforth I will resist thy too treacherous persuasiveness. Thou will not so often woo me to thy airy tent, to ponder on the gloomy rooted stakes that bind it. Hence now I go, and peace be with thee, pine. That blessed sereneness which lurks ever at the heart of sadness, mere sadness, and remains when all the rest has gone. That sweet feeling is now mine, and just cheaply mine. I am not sorry I was sad. I feel so blessed now. Dearest Lucy, well, well, twill be a pretty time we'll have this evening. There's the book of Flemish Prince,

the first we must look over, then second in Flaxman's Homer, clear-cut outlines, yet full of unadorned barbaric nobleness, then Flaxman's Dante, Dante, knights, knights and knights, knights, and hell's poet he. No, we will not open Dante. He thinks now the face. The face mines me a little of pensive, sweet Francesca's face. Or rather, as it had been Francesca's daughter's face, wafted on the sad, dark wind, toward observant Virgil,

and the blistered Florentine. No, we will not open Flaxman's Dante. Francesca's mournful face is now ideal to me. Flaxmen might evoke it wholly, make it present in lines of misery, bewitching power. No, I will not open Flaxman's Dante. Damned be the hour I read in Dante. More damned than the wherein Paolo and Francesca read in Fadalant. End of Book 2, Part 2.

Book 3, Part 1 of Pierre, or the Emmer. ambiguities by hermann melville this librivox recording is in the public domain the presentiment and the verification chapter one the face of which pierre and lucy so strangely and fearfully hinted was not of enchanted air but its mortal lineaments of mournfulness had been visibly beheld by pierre nor had it accosted him in any privacy or in any lonely byway or beneath the white light of the crescent moon but in a joyous chamber bright with candles and ringing with two score women's gayest voices out of the heart of mirthfulness this shadow had come forth to him encircled by bandlets of light it had still beamed upon him vaguely historic and prophetic backward hinting of some irrevocable sin forward pointing to some inevitable ill one of those faces which now and then appear to man and without one word of speech still reveal glimpses of some fearful gospel in natural guise but lit by supernatural light palpable to the senses but inscrutable to the soul in their perfectest impression on us ever hovering between tartary and misery and paradisiac beauty such faces compounded of hell and heaven overthrow in us all foregone persuasions and make us wondering children in this world again the face at a cost of pierre some weeks previous to his ride

with lucy to the hills beyond saddle meadows and before her arrival for the summer at the village moreover it had a cost of him in a very common and homely scene but this enhanced the wonder on some distant business with a farmer tenant he had been absent from the mansion during the best part of the day and had but just come home early of a pleasant moonlight evening when dates delivered a message to him from his mother begging him to come for her about half-past seven that night to miss lanolin's cottage in order to accompany her thence to that of the two miss pennies at the mention of that last name pierre well knew what he must anticipate those elderly and truly pious spinsters gifted with the most benevolent hearts in the world and at mid-age deprived by envious nature of their hearing seemed to have made it a maxim of their charitable lives that since god had not given them any more the power to hear christ's gospel preached they would therefore thenceforth do what they could toward practising it wherefore as a matter of no possible interest to them now they abstained from church and while with prayer-books in their hands the reverend mr falesgrave's congregation were engaged in worshipping their god according to the divine behest the two miss pennies with thread and needle were hard at work in serving him making up shirts and gowns for the poor people of the parish pierre had heard that they had recently been at the trouble of organizing a regular society among the neighboring farmers wives and daughters to meet twice a month at their own house the miss pennies for the purpose of sewing in concert for the benefit of various settlements of necessitous emigrants who had lately pitched their populous shanties further up the river but though this enterprise had not been started without previously acquainting mrs glendinning of it

for indeed she was much loved and honoured by the pious spinsters and their promise of solid assistance from that gracious manorial lady yet pierre had not heard that his mother had been officially invited to preside or be it all present at the semi-month meetings though he supposed that far from having any scruples against so doing she would be very glad to associate that way with the good people of the village now brother pierre said mrs glendinning rising from miss lennelan's huge cushioned chair throw my shawl around me and good evening to lucy's aunt there we shall be late as they walked along she added now pierre i know you are apt to be a little impatient sometimes of these sewing scenes but courage i merely want to peep in on them so as to get some inkling of what they would indeed be at and then my promised benefactions can be better selected by me besides pierre i could have had dates escort me but i preferred you because i want you to know who they are you live among how many really pretty and naturally refined dames and girls you shall one day be lord of the manner of i anticipate a rare display of rural red and white cheered by such pleasant promises pierre soon found himself leading his mother into a room full of faces the instant they appeared a gratuitous old body seated with her knitting near the door squeaked out shrilly ah dames dames dames madame master pierre glendinning almost immediately following this sound there came a sudden long-drawn unearthly girlish shriek from the first immediately following this sound there came a sudden long-drawn unearthly girlish shriek from the further corner of the long double room never had human voice so affected pierre before though he saw not the person from whom it came and though the voice was wholly strange to him yet the sudden shriek seemed to split its way clean through his heart

and leave a yawning gap there for an instant he stood bewildered but started at his mother's voice her arm being still in his why do you clutch my arms so pierre you pain me pshaw so someone is fainted nothing more instantly pierre recovered himself and affecting to mock at his own trepidation hurried across the room to offer his services if such were needed but dames and maidens had been all beforehand with him the lights were wildly flickering in the air-current made by the flinging open of the casement near to where the shriek had come but the climax of the tumult was soon passed and presently upon closing the casement it subsided almost wholly the elder of the spinster pennies advancing to mrs glendinning now gave her to understand that one of the further crowd of industrious girls present had been attacked by a sudden but fleeting fit vaguely imputable to some constitutional disorder or other she was now quite well again and so the company one and all seemingly acting upon their natural good breeding which in any one at bottom is but delicacy and charity refrained from all further curiosity curiosity reminded not the girl of what had passed noted her scarce at all and all needles stitched away as before leaving his mother to speak with whom she pleased and attend alone to her own affairs with the society pierre oblivious now in such a lively crowd of any past unpleasantness after some courtly words to the miss pennies insinuated into their understandings through a long-coiled trumpet which when not in use the spinster's war hanging like a powder-horn from their girdles and likewise after manifesting the profoundest and most intelligent interest in the mystic mechanism of a huge will and sock in course of completion by a spectacled old lady of his more particular acquaintance

after all this had been gone through and something more too tedious to detail but which occupied him for nearly half an hour pierre with a slightly blushing and imperfectly balanced assurance advanced toward the further crowd of maidens where by the light of many a well snuff candle they clubbed all their bright contrasting cheeks like a dense bed of garden tulips there were the shy and pretty marie's martha susan's bettys jenny's nellies and forty more fair nymphs who's skim the cream and made the butter of the fat farms of saddle meadows assurance is in presence of the assured where embarrassments prevail they affect the most disembarrassed what wonder then that gazing on such a thick array of reething roguish half-averted blushing faces still audacious in their very embarrassment pier too should flush a bit and stammer in his attitudes a little youthful love and graciousness were in his heart kindest words upon his tongue but there he stood target for the transfixing glances of those ambushed archers of the eye but his abashments last too long his cheek hath changed from blush to pallor what strange thing does pierre glendinning see behind the first close busy breastwork of young girls are several very little stands or circular tables where sit small groups of twos and three sewing in small comparative solitudes as it were they would seem to be the less notable of the rural company or else for some cause they have voluntarily retired into their humble banishment upon one of these persons engaged at the furthermost and least conspicuous of these little stands and close by a casement pierre's glance is palely fixed the girl sits steadily sewing neither she nor her two companions speak her eyes are mostly upon her work but now and then a very close observer would notice that she furtively lifts them

and moves them sideways and timidly toward pierre and then still more furtively and timidly toward his lady mother further off all the while her preternatural calmness sometimes seems only made to cover the intensest struggle in her bosom her unadorned and modest dress is black fitting close up to her neck and clasping it with a plain velvet border to a nice perception that velvet shows elastically contracting and expanding as though some choked violent thing were risen up there within from the teeming region of her heart but her dark olive cheek is without a blush or sign of any disquietude so far as this girl lies upon the common surface ineffable composure steeps her but still she sideways steals the furtive-tinted glance anon is yielding to the irresistible climax of her concealed emotion whatever that may be she lifts her whole marvellous countenance into the radiant candlelight and for one swift instant that face of supernaturness unres now wonderful loveliness and a still more wonderful loneliness have with inexplicable implorings looked up to him from that henceforth immemorial face there too he seemed to see the fair ground where anguish had contended with beauty and neither being conqueror both had laid down on the field recovering at length from his all too obvious emotion pierre turned away still farther to regain the conscious possession of himself a wild bewildering and incomprehensible curiosity had seized him to know something definite of that face

to this curiosity at the moment he entirely surrendered himself unable as he was to combat it for reason with it in the slightest way so soon as he felt his outward composure returned to him he purported to him he purported to chat his way behind the breastwork of bright eyes and cheeks and on some parlour pretence or other here if possible an audible syllable from one whose mere silent aspect had so potentially moved him but at length as with this object in mind he was crossing the room again he heard his mother's voice gaily calling him away and turning saw her shawled and bonnet-tip he could now make no plausible stay and smothering the agitation in him he bowed a general and hurried adieu to the company and went forth with his mother they had gone some way homeward in perfect silence when his mother spoke well pierre what can it possibly be my god mother did you see her then my son cried mrs glendinning instantly stopping in terror and withdrawing her arm from pierre what what under heaven ails you this is most strange i but playfully asked what you were so steadfastly thinking of and hear you answer me by the stranger's question in a voice that seems to come from under your great-grandfather's tune what in heaven's name does this mean pierre why were you so silent and why now are you so ill-timed in speaking answer me explain all this she she what she should you be thinking of but lucy tartan pierre beware beware i thought you firmer in your lady's faith than such strange behaviour as this would seem to hint answer me pierre what may this mean come i hate a mystery speak my son fortunately this prolonged verbalized wonder in his mother afforded pierre time to rally from his double and aggravated astonishment brought about by first suspecting that his mother also had been struck by the strange aspect of the face

and then having that suspicion so violently beaten back upon him by her apparently unaffected alarm at finding him in some region of thought wholly unshared by herself at the time it is nothing nothing sister mary just nothing at all in the world i believe i was dreaming sleep-walking or something of that sort they were vastly pretty girls there this evening sister mary were they not come let us walk on do sister mine pierre pierre but i will take your arm again and have you really nothing more to say were you really wandering pierre i swear to you my dearest mother that never before in my whole existence have i so completely gone wandering in my soul as at that very moment but it is all over now then in a less earnest and somewhat playful tone he added and sister mine if you know aught of the physical and sanitary authors you must be aware that the only treatment for such a case of harmless temporary aberration is for all persons to ignore it in the subject so no more of this foolishness talking about it only makes me feel very unpleasantly silly and there is no knowing that it may not bring it back upon me then by all means my dear boy not another word about it but its passing strange very very strange indeed well about that morning business how fared you tell me about it chapter two so pierre gladly plunging into this welcome current of talk was enabled to attend his mother home without furnishing further cause for her concern or wonderment but not by any means so readily could he allay his own concern and wonderment too really true in itself however evasive in its effect at the time was that earnest answer to his mother declaring that never in his whole existence had he been so profoundly stirred

the face haunted him as some imploring ambuteous impassioned ideal madonna's haunts the morbidly longing and enthusiastic but ever baffled d'artist and ever as the mystic face thus rose before his fancies sight another sense was touched in him the long-drawn unearthly girly shriek peal through and through his soul for now he knew the shriek came from the face such delphic shriek could only come from such a source and wherefore that shriek thought pierre bodes it ill to the face or me or both how am i changed that my appearance on any scene should have power to work such woe but it was mostly the face the face that wrought upon him the shriek seemed as incidentally embodied there the emotions he experienced seemed to have taken hold of the deepest roots and subtlest fibres of his being and so much the more that it was so subterraining in him so much the more did he feel its weird inscrutableness what was one unknown sad-eyed streaking girl to him there must be sad-eyed girl somewhere in the world and this was only one of them and what was the most beautiful sad-eyed girl to him sadness might be beautiful as well as mirth he lost himself trying to follow out this tangled i will no more of this infatuation he would cry but forth from regions of irradiated air the divine beauty and imploring sufferings of the face stole into his view hitherto have ever held but lightly thought pure all stories of ghostly mysticalness and man my creed of this world leads me to believe invisible beautiful flesh an audible breath however sweet and scented but only invisible flesh an audible breath have i hitherto believed but now now and again he would lose himself in the most surprising and preternatural ponderings which baffled all the introspective cunning of his mind

himself was too much for himself he felt that what he had always before considered the sodded land of veritable reality was now being audaciously encroached upon by bannered armies of hooded phantoms disembarking in his soul as from flotillas of spectre boats the terrors of the face were not those of gorgon not by repelling hideousness did it smite him so bewilderingly allured him by its nameless beauty and its long-suffering hopeless anguish but he was sensible that this general effect upon him was also special the face somehow mystically appealing to his own private and individual affections and by a silent and tyrannic call challenging him in his deepest moral being and summoning truth love pity conscience to the stand apex of all wonders thought pierre this indeed almost unmanned me with its wonderfulness escaped the face he could not muffling his own in his bedclothes that did not hide it flying from it by sunlight down the meadows was as vain most miraculous of all to pierre was the vague impression that somewhere he had seen traits of the likeness of that face before but where he could not say nor could he in the remotest degree imagine he was not unaware for in one or two instances he had experienced the fact that sometimes a man may see a passing countenance in the street which shall irresistice and magnetically affect him for a moment as wholly unknown to him and yet strangely reminiscent of some vague face he has previously encountered in some fancy time too of extreme interest to his life but not so was it now with pierre the face had not perplexed him for a few speculative minutes and then glided from him to return no more it stayed close by him

only and not invariably could he repel it by the exertion of all his resolution and self-will besides what of general enchantment lurked in his strange sensations seemed concentringly condensed and pointed to a spear-head that pierced his heart with an inexplicable pang whenever this specializing emotion to call it so seized the possession of his thoughts and waved into his visions a thousand forms of bygone times and many an old legendary family scene which he had heard related by his elderly relations some of them now did disguising his wild reveries as best he might from the notice of his mother and all other persons of her household for two days pierre wrestled with his own haunted spirit and at last so effectually purged it of all weirdnesses and so effectually regained the general mastery of himself that for a time life went with him as though he had never been stirred so strangely once more the sweet unconditional thought of lucy slid wholly into his soul dislodging thence all such phantom occupants once more he rode he walked he swam he vaulted and with new zest threw himself into the glowing practice of all those manly exercises he so dearly loved it almost seemed in him that air promising for ever to protect as well as eternally to love his lucy he must first completely invigorate and embrown himself into the possession of such a muscular manliness that he might champion lucy against the whole physical world still even before the occasional reappearance of the face to him pierre for all his willful ardour in his gymnastics and other diversions whether indoors or out or whether by book or foil still pierre could not but be secretly annoyed and not a little perplexed as to the motive which for the first time in his recollection had impelled him not merely to conceal from his mother a singular circumstance in his life, for that he felt would have been but venial.

And besides, as will eventually be seen, he could find one particular precedent for it in his past experience, but likewise, and superadedly to Perry, nay, to evade, in effect, to return something alarmingly like a fib, to an explicit question put to him by his mother, such being the guise in which part of the conversation they had had that eventful night now appeared to his fastidious sense he considered also that his evasive answer had not pantheistically burst from him in a momentary interregnum of self-command no his mother had made quite a lengthy speech to him during which he well remembered he had been carefully though with trepidation turning over in his mind how best he might recall her from her unwished for an untimely scent why had this been so was this his want what inscrutable thing was it that so suddenly had seized him and made him a falsifier i a falsifier and nothing less to his own dearly beloved and confiding mother here indeed was something strange for him here was stuff for his utmost ethical meditations but nevertheless on strict introspection he felt that he would not willingly have it otherwise

not willingly would he now undassemble himself in this matter to his mother why was this too was this his wont here again was food for mysticism here in imperfect inklings tinglings presentiments pierre began to feel what all mature men who are magians sooner or or later know and more or less assuredly that not always in our actions are we our own factors but this conceit was very dim in pierre and dimness is ever suspicious and repugnant to us and so pierre shrank abhoringly from the infernal catacombs of thought down into which this fetal fancy beckoned him only this though in secret did he cherish only this he felt persuaded of namely that not for both worlds would he have his mother made a partner to his sometime mystic mood but with this nameless fascination of the face upon him during those two days that it had first and fully possessed him for its own did perplex pierre refrain from that apparently most natural of all resources boldly seeking out and returning to the palpable cause and questioning her by looker voice or both together the mysterious girl herself no not entirely did pier here refrain but his profound curiosity and interest in the matter strange as it may seem did not so much appear to be embodied in the mournful person of the olive girl as by some radiations from her embodied in the vague conceits which agitated his own soul there lurk the subtle secret that pierre had striven to tear away from without no wonderful effect is wrought within ourselves unless some interior responding wonder meets it that the story vault shall surcharge the heart with all rapturous marvelings is only because we ourselves are greater miracles and superber trophies than all the stars in universal space wonder interlocks with wonder and then the confounding feeling comes no cause have we to fancy

that a horse a dog a fowl ever stand transfixed beneath yon sky-load of majesty but our souls arches under fit into its and so prevent the upper arch from falling on us with unsustainable inscrutableness explain ye my deeper mystery said the shepherd chaldean king smiting his breast lying on his back upon the plain and then i will bestow all my wanderings upon ye ye stately these stars. So, in some sort, with Pierre, explain thou this strange integral feeling in me myself, he thought, turning upon the fancied face, and I will then renounce all other wonders to gaze wonderingly at thee. But thou hast evoked in me profounder spells than the evoking one thou face, for me thou hast uncovered one infinite dumb beseeching countenance of mystery, underlying all the surfaces of visible time

space but during those two days of his first wild vassalage to his original sensations pierre had not been unvisited by less mysterious impulses two or three very plain and practical plannings of desirable procedures in reference to some possible homely explication of all this nonsense so he would momentarily denominate it now and then flittingly intermitted his pervading mood of semi-madness once he had seized his hat careless of his accustomed gloves and cane and found himself in the street walking very rapidly in the direction of the miss pennies but whither now he disenchantly interrogated himself where would you go a million to one those deaf old spinsters can tell you nothing you burn to know deaf old spinsters are not used to be the depositories of such mystical secrecies but then they may reveal her name where she dwells and something however fragmentary and unsatisfactory of her who she is and whence ay but then in ten minutes after you are leaving them all the houses and saddle-mottes would be humming with the gossip of pierre glendinning engaged to mary lucy tartan and yet running about the country in ambiguous pursuit of strange young women that will never do you remember do you not often seeing the miss pennies hatless and without a shawl hurrying through the village like two postmen intent on dropping some tit-bit of precious gossip what a morsel for them pierre have you if you now call upon them verily their trumpets are both for use and for significance though very death the miss pennies are by no means dumb they blaze and very wide now be sure and say that it was the miss pennies who left the news be sure we the miss pennies remember say to mrs glendinning it was we such was the message that now half-humorously occurred to pierre as having been once confided to him by the sister spinsters one evening when they called with a choice present of some very re-cher chit-chat for his mother but found the minorial lady out and so charged her son with it

hurrying away to all the inferior houses so as not to be anywhere forestalled in their disclosure now i wish it had been any other house than the miss pennies any other house but theirs and on my soul i believe i should have gone but not to them no that i cannot do it would be sure to reach my mother and then she would put this and that together stir a little let it simmer and farewell forever to all her majestic notions of my immaculate integrity patience pierre the population of this region is not so immense no dense mobs of nineve confound all personal identities in saddle meadows patience thou shalt see it soon again catch it passing thee in some green lane sacred to thy evening reveries she that bears it cannot dwell remote patience pierre ever are such mysteries best and soonest unravelled by the eventual unraveling of themselves or if you will go back and get your gloves and more especially your cane and begin your own secret voyage of discovery after it your cane i say because it will probably be a very long and weary walk true just now i hinted that she that bears it cannot dwell very remote but then her nearness may not be at all conspicuous so homeward and put off the hat and let thy cane stay still good pierre seek not to mystify the mysteries so thus intermittingly ever and anon during those sad two days of deepest sufferance pierre would stand reasoning and expostulating with himself and by such meditative treatment reassure his own spontaneous impulses doubtless it was wise and right that so he did doubtless but in a world so full of all dubai teases this one can never be entirely certain whether another person however carefully and cautiously conscientious has acted in all respects conceivable for the very best

but when the two days were gone by and pierre began to recognize his former self as restored to him from its mystic exile then the thoughts of personally and pointedly seeking out the unknown either preliminarily but a call upon the sister of spinsters or generally by performing the observant lynx-eyed circuit of the county on foot and as a crafty inquisitor dissembling his cause of inquisition these and all similar intentions completely abandoned pierre he was now diligently striving with all his mental might for ever to drive the phantom from him he seemed to feel that it began in him a certain condition of his being which was most painful in every way uncongenial to his natural wanted self it had a touch of he knew not what sort of unhealthiness in it so to speak for in his then ignorance he could find no better turn it seemed to have in it a germ of somewhat which if not quickly extirpated might insidiously poison and embitter his whole life that choice delicious life which he had vowed to lucy for his one pure incomprehences offering at once a sacrifice and a delight nor in these endeavings did he entirely fail for the most part he felt now that he had a power over the comings and goings of the face but not on all occasions sometimes the old original mystic tyranny would steal upon him the long dark locks of mournful hair would fall upon his soul and trail their wonderful melancholy along with them the two full steady over brimming eyes of loveliness and anguish would converge their magic rays till he felt them kindling he could not tell what mysterious fires in the heart at which they aimed when once this feeling had him fully then was the perilous time for pierre for supernatural as the feeling was and appealing to all things ultra montaigne to his soul yet was it a delicious sadness to him

some hazy fairy swam above him in the heavenly ether and showered down upon him the sweetest pearls of pensiveness then he would be seized with a singular impulse to reveal the secret to some one other individual in the world only one not more he could not hold all this strange fullness in himself it must be shared in such an hour it was that chancing to encounter lucy her whom above all others he did confidingly adore she heard the story of the face nor slept at all that night nor for a long time freed her pillow completely from wild beethoven sounds of distant waltzing melodies as of ambiguous fairies dancing on the heath end of book three part one book three part two of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this livervox recording is in the public domain chapter three this history goes forward and goes back as occasion calls nimble centre circumference elastic you must have now we return to pierre wending homeward from his reveries beneath the pine-tree his burst of impatience against the sublime italian dante arising from that poet being the one who in a former time had first opened to his shuddering eyes the infinite cliffs and gulfs of human misstree and misery though still more in the way of experimental vision than of sensational presentiment or experience for as yet he had not seen so far and deep as dante and therefore was entirely incompetent to meet the grim bard fairly on his peculiar ground this ignorant burst of his young impatience also arising from that half-contemptuous dislike and sometimes selfish

loathing with which either naturally feeble or undeveloped minds regard those dark ravings of the loftier poets which are in eternal opposition to their own fine-spun shallow dreams of rapturous or prudential youth this rash untutored burst of pierre's young impatience seemed to have carried off with it all the other forms of his melancholy if melancholy it had been and left him now serene again and ready for any tranquil pleasantness the gods might have in store for his indeed was true youth's temperament summary with sadness swift to joyfulness and long protracting and detaining with that joyfulness when once it came fully nigh to him as he entered the dining-hall he saw dates retiring from another door with his tray alone and meditative by the bared half of the polished table sat his mother at her dessert fruit baskets and a decanter were before her on the other leaf of the same table still lay the cloth folded back upon itself and set out with one plate and its usual accompaniments sit down pierre when i came home i was surprised to hear that the phaeton had returned so early and here i waited dinner for you until i could wait no more but go to the green pantry now and get what dates has but just put away for you there hi-ho too plainly i foresee it no more regular dinner hours or tea hours or supper hours in saddle meadows till its young lord is wedded

and that puts me in mind of something pierre but i'll defer it till you have eaten a little do you know pierre that if you continue these irregular meals of yours and deprive me so entirely almost of your company that i shall run fearful risk of getting to be a terrible wine-bibber yes could you unalarm see me sitting all alone here with this decanter like any old nurse pierre some solitary forlorn old nurse pierre deserted by her last friend and therefore forced to embrace her flask no i did not feel any great alarm sister said pierre smiling since i could not but perceive that the decanter was still full to the stoppel possibly it may be only a fresh decanter pierre then changing her voice suddenly but marked me mr pierre glendinning well mrs mary glendinning do you know sir that you are very shortly to be married that indeed the day is all but fixed how cried pierre in real joyful astonishment both at the nature of the tidings and the earnest tones in which they were conveyed dear dear mother you have strangely changed your mind then my dear mother it is even so dear brother before this day month i hope to have a little sister tartan you talk very strangely mother rejoined pierre quickly i suppose then i have next to nothing to say in the matter next to nothing pierre what indeed could you say to the purpose what at all have you to do with it i should like to know do you so much as dream you silly boy that men are ever have the marrying of themselves

yourselves juxtaposition marys men there is but one matchmaker in the world pierre and that is mrs juxtaposition a most notorious lady very peculiar disenchanting sort of talk this under the circumstances sister mary laying down his fork mrs juxtaposition ah and in your opinion mother does this fine glorious passion only amount to that only to that only to that pierre but mark you according to my creed though this part of it is a little hazy mrs juxtaposition moves her ponds only as she herself is moved to so doing by the spirit ah that sets it all right again said pierre resuming his fort my appetite returns but what was that about my being married so soon he added vainly striving to assume an air of incredulity and unconcerned you were joking i suppose it seems to me sister either you or i was but just now wandering in the mind a little on that subject are you really thinking of any such thing and have you really vanquished your sagacious scruples by yourself after i had so long and ineffectually sought to do it for you well i am a million times delighted tell me quick i will pierre you very well know that from the first hour you apprised me or rather from a peer period prior to that from the moment that i by my own insight became aware of your love for lucy i've always approved it lucy is a delicious girl of honorable descent of fortune well-bred and the very pattern of all that i think amiable and attractive in a girl of seventeen well well well cried pierre rapidly and impetuously we both knew that before well well well pierre

retorted his mother mockingly it is not well well well but ill ill ill to torture me so mother go on do but notwithstanding my admiring approval of your choice pierre yet as you know i have resisted your entreaties for my consent to your speedy marriage because i thought that a girl of scarcely seventeen and a boy scarcely twenty should not be in such a hurry there was plenty of time i thought which could be profitably employed by both permit me here to interrupt you mother whatever you may have seen in me she i mean lucy has never been in the slightest hurry to be married that's all but i shall regard it as a lapsis lingua in you undoubtedly a lapsis but listen to me i have been carefully observing both you and lucy of late and that has made me think further of the matter now pierre if you were in any profession or in any business at all nay if i were a farmer's wife and you my child working in my fields why then you and lucy should still wait a while but as you have nothing to do but to think of lucy by day and dream of her by night and as she is in the same predicament i suppose with respect to you and as the consequence of all this begins to be discernible in a certain just perceptible and quite harmless thinness so to speak of the cheek but a very conspicuous and dangerous for brawness of the eye therefore i choose the lesser of two evils and now you have my permission to be married as soon as the thing can be done with propriety i dare say you have no objection to have the wedding take place before christmas the present month being the first of summer pierre said nothing but leaping to his feet through his two arms around his mother and kissed her repeatedly

a most sweet and eloquent answer pierre but sit down again i desire now to say a little concerning less attractive but quite necessary things connected with this affair you know that by your father's will these lands and miss lucy my mistress said dates throwing open the door pierre sprang to his feet but as if suddenly mindful of his mother's presence composed himself again though he still approached the door lucy entered carrying a little basket of strawberries why how do you do my dear said mrs glendinning affectionately this is an unexpected pleasure yes and i suppose that pierre here is a little surprise too seeing that he was to call upon me that this evening and not eye upon him before sundown but i took a sudden fancy for a solitary stroll the afternoon was such a delicious one and chancing it was only chancing to pass through the locust lane leading hither i met the strangest little fellow with this basket in his hand yes buy them miss said he and how do you know i want to buy them returned i i don't want to buy them yes you do miss they ought to be twenty-six cents but i'll take thirteen cents that being my shilling i always want the odd half-cent i do come i can't wait i have been expecting you long enough a very sagacious little imp laughed mrs glendinning impertinent little rascal cried pierre and am i not now the silliest of all silly girls to be telling you my adventures so very frankly smiled lucy no but the most celestial of all innocence cried pierre in a rhapsody of delight frankly open is the flower that hath nothing but purity to show

now my dear little lucy said mrs glendinning let pierre take off your shawl and come now and stay to tea with us pier has put back the dinner so the tea hour will come now very soon thank you but i cannot stay this time look i have forgotten my own errand i brought these strawberries for you mrs glendinning and for pierre pierre so wonderfully fond of them i was audacious enough to think as much cried pierre for you and me you see mother for you and me you understand that i hope perfectly my dear brother lucy blushed how warm it is mrs glendinning very warm lucy so you won't stay to tea no i must go now just a little stroll that's all good-bye now don't be following me pierre mrs glendening will you keep pierre back i know you want him you were talking over some private affair when i entered you both looked so very confidential and you were not very far from right lucy said mrs glendinning making no sign to stay her departure yes business of the highest importance of pierre fixing his eyes upon lucy significantly at this moment lucy just upon the point of her departure was hovering near the door the setting sun streaming through the window bathed her whole form in golden loveliness and light that wonderful and most vivid transparency of her clear welsh complexion now fairly glowed like rosy snow her flowing white blue ribboned dress fleecely invested her

pierre almost thought that she could only depart the house by floating out of the open window instead of actually stepping from the door all her aspect to him was that moment touched with an indescribable gaiety buoyancy fragility and an unearthly evanescence youth is no philosopher not into young pierre's heart did there then come the thought that as the glory of the rose endures but for a day so the full bloom of girlish airiness and bewitchingness passes from the earth almost as soon as jealousy absorbed by those frugal elements which again incorporate that translated girlish bloom into the first expanding flower-bud not into young pierre did there then steal that thought of utmost sadness pondering on the inevitable evanescence of all earthly loveliness which makes the sweetest things of life only food for ever devouring an omnivorous melancholy pierre's thought was different from this and yet somehow akin to it this to be my wife i that but the other day weighed an hundred and fifty pounds of solid aviouac du po i to wed this heavenly fleece methinks one husbandly embrace would break her airy zone and she exhale upward to that heaven whence she hath hither come condensed to mortal sight it cannot be i am of heavy earth and she of airy light by heaven but marriage is an impious thing meanwhile as these things ran through his soul mrs glendinning also had thinkings of her own a very beautiful tableaux she cried at last artistically turning her gay head a little sideways very beautiful indeed

this i suppose is all premeditated for my entertainment orpheus finding his eurydacy or pluto's stealing proserpenny admirable it might almost stand for either no said pierre gravely it is the last now first i see a meaning there yes he added to himself inwardly i am pluto stealing proserpenny and every accepted lover is and you would be very stupid brother pierre if you did not see something there said his mother still that way pursuing her own different train of thought the meaning thereof is this lucy has commanded me to stay you but in reality she wants you to go along with her well you may go as far as the porch but then you must return for we have not concluded our little affair you know adieu little lady there was ever a slight degree of affectionate patronizing in the manner of the resplendent full-blown mrs glendinning toward the delicate and shrinking girlhood of young lucy she treated her very much as she might have treated some surpassingly beautiful and precocious child and this was precisely what lucy was looking beyond the present period mrs glendinning could not but perceive that even in lucy's womanly maturity lucy would still be a child to her because she elated felt that in a certain intellectual vigour so to speak she was the essential opposite of lucy whose sympathetic mind and person had both been cast in one mould of wondrous delicacy but here mrs glendinning was both right and wrong so far as she here saw a difference between herself and lucy tartan she did not err but so far and that was very far as she thought she saw her innate superiority to her

in the absolute scale of being here she very widely and immeasurably erred for what may be artistically styled angelicalness this is the highest essence compatible with created being and angelicalness hath no vulgar vigour in it and that thing which very often prompts to the display of any vigor which thing in man or women is at bottom nothing but ambition this quality is purely earthly and not angelical it is false that any angels fell by reason of ambition angels never fall and never feel ambition therefore benevolently and affectionately and all sincerely as thy heart oh mrs glendinning now standest affected toward the fleecy lucy still lady thou dost very sadly mistake it when the proud double arches of the bright breastplate of thy bosom expand with secret triumph over one whom thou so sweetly but still so patronizingly stylist the little lucy but ignorant of these further insights that very superb-looking lady now waiting pierre's return from the porticoat door sat in a very main friendly reverie her eyes fixed upon the decanter of amber-hued wine before her whether it was that she somehow saw some lurking analogical similitude between that remarkably slender and gracefully cut little pint decanter brimful of light golden wine or not there is no absolute telling now but really the peculiarly and reminiscently and forecastingly complacent expression of her beaming and benevolent countenance seemed a tell-tale of some conceit very much like the following

yes she's a very pretty little pint decanter of a girl a very pretty little pale sherry pint decanter of a girl and i i am a quart decanter of porton port now sherry for boys and port for men so i've heard men say and pierre is but a boy but when his father wedded me why his father was turned of five-and-thirty years after a little further waiting for him mrs glendening heard pierre's voice yes before eight o'clock at least lucy no fear and then the hall door banged and pierre returned to her but now she found that this unforeseen visit of lucy had completely routed all business capacity in her mercurial son barely capsizing him again into there was no telling what sea of pleasant pensiveness dear me some other time sister mary not this time that is very certain pierre upon my word i shall have to get lucy kidnapped and temporarily taken out of the country and you handcuffed to the table and you handcuffed to the table else there will be no having a preliminary understanding with you previous to calling in the lawyers well i shall yet manage you one way or other good-bye pierre i see you don't want me now i suppose i shan't see you till to-morrow morning luckily i have a very interesting book to read adieu but pierre remained in his chair his gaze fixed upon the stilly sunset beyond the meadows and far away to the now golden hills a glorious softly glorious and most gracious evening which seemed plainly a tongue to all humanity's saying i go down in beauty to rise in joy love reigns throughout all worlds that sunsets visit it is a foolish ghost story there is no such thing as misery would love which is omnipotent have misery in his domain would the god of sunlight decree gloom it is a flawless speckless fleckless beautiful world throughout joy now and joy for ever then the face which before had seemed mournfully and reproachfully looking out upon him

from the effulgent sunset's heart the face slid from him and left alone there with his soul's joy thinking that that very night he would utter the magic word of marriage to his lucy not a happier youth than pierre glendinning sat watching that day's son go down chapter four after this morning of gaiety this noon of tragedy and this evening so full of checkered penceiveness pierre now possessed his soul in joyful mildness and steadfastness feeling none of that wild anguish of anticipative rapture which in weaker minds too often dislodges love's sweet bird from her nest the early night was warm but dark for the moon was not risen yet and as pierre passed on beneath the pendulous canopy of the long arms of the weeping elms of the village and almost impenetrable blackness surrounded him but entered not the gently illuminated halls of his heart he had not gone very far when in the distance beyond he noticed a light moving along the opposite side of the road and slowly approaching as it was the custom for some of the more elderly and perhaps timid inhabitants of the village to carry a lantern when going abroad of so dark a night this object conveyed no impression of novelty to pierre still as it silently drew nearer and nearer the one only distinguishable thing before him he somehow felt a nameless presentiment that the light must be seeking him he had nearly gained the cottage door when the lantern crossed over toward him and as his nimble hand was laid at last upon the little wicket gate which he thought was now to admit him to so much delight a heavy hand was laid upon himself and at the same moment the lantern was lifted toward his face by a hooded and obscure-looking figure whose half averted countenance he could but indistinctly discern

but pierre's own open aspect seemed to have been quickly scrutinized by the other i have a letter for pierre glendinning said the stranger and i believe this is he at the same moment a letter was drawn forth and sought his hand for me exclaimed pierre faintly starting at the strangeness of the encounter methinks this is an odd time and place to deliver your mail who are you stay but without waiting in answer the messenger had already turned about and was recrossing the road in the first impulse of the moment pierre stepped forward and would have pursued him but smiling at his own causeless curiosity and trepidation paused again and softly turned over the letter in his hand what mysterious correspondent is this thought he circularly moving his thumb upon the seal no one writes me but from abroad and there letters come through the office and as for lucy pooh when she herself is within she would hardly have her notes delivered as her own gate strange but i'll end and read it no not that i come to read again in her own sweetheart that dear missive to me from heaven and this impertinent letter would preoccupy me i'll wait till i go home he entered the gate and laid his hand upon the cottage knocker its sudden coolness caused a slight and at any other time an unaccountable sympathetic sensation in his hand to his unwonted mood the knocker seemed to say and to not because of any other time an unaccountable sympathetic sensation in his hand to his unwonted mood the knocker seemed to say and to not because gone and first read thy note yielding now half alarmed and half bantering with himself to these shadowy interior munitions he hath unconsciously quitted the door repassed the gate and soon found himself retracing his homeward path he equivocated with himself no more the gloom of the air had now burst into his heart and distinguished its light then first in all his life pierre felt the irresistible admonitions and intuitions of fate

he entered the hall unnoticed passed up to his chamber and hurriedly locking the door in the dark lit his lamp as the summoned flame illuminated the room pierre standing before the round centre table where the lamp was placed with his hand yet on the brass circle which regulated the wick started at a figure in the opposite mirror it bore the outline of pierre but now strangely filled with features transformed and unfamiliar to him feverish eagerness fear and nameless forebodings of ill he threw himself into a chair and for a time vainly struggled with the incomprehensible power that possessed him then as he avertedly drew the letter from his bosom he whispered to himself out on the pierre how sheepish now will ye feel when this tremendous note will turn out to be an invitation to a supper to-morrow night quick fool and write the stereotyped reply mr pierre glendinning will be very happy to accept miss so-and-so's polite invitation still for the moment he held the letter averted the messenger had so hurriedly accosted him and delivered his duty that pierre had not yet so much as gained one glance at the superscription of the note and now the wild thought passed through his mind of what would be the result should he deliberately destroy the note without so much as looking at the hand that had addressed it hardly had this half-crazy conceitfully made itself legible in his soul when he was conscious of his two hands meeting in the middle of the sundered note he leaped from his chair by heaven he murmured unspeakably shocked at the intensity of that mood which had caused him unwittingly as it were to do for the first time in his whole life an act of which he was privately ashamed

though the mood that was on him was none of his own willful seeking yet now he swiftly felt conscious that he had perhaps a little encouraged it through that certain strange infatuation of fondness which the human mind however vigorous sometimes feels for any emotion at one novel and mystical not willingly at such times never mind how fearful we may be do we try to dissolve the spell which seems for the time to admit us all astonished into the vague vestibule of the spiritual worlds pierre now seemed distinctly to feel two antagonistic agencies within him one of which was just struggling into consciousness and each of which was striving for the mastery and between whose respective final ascendencies he thought he could perceive though but shadowly that he himself was to be the only umpire one bad him finished the selfish destruction of the note for in some dark way the reading of it would irretrievably entangle his fate the other bad him dismiss all misgivings not because there was no possible ground for them but because to dismiss them was the manly a part never mind what might be tied this good angel seemed mildly to say read pierre though by reading thou mayest entangle thyself yet mayest thou thereby disentangle others read and feel that best blessedness which with the sense of all duties discharged holds happiness indifferent the bad angel insinuatingly breathe read it not dearest pierre but destroy it and be happy then at the blast of his noble heart the bad angel shrunk up into nothingness and the good one defined itself clearer and more clear and came nigher and more nigh to him smiling sadly but lenignantly while forth from the infinite distance his wonderful harmony stole into his heart so that every vein in him pulsed to some heavenly swell chapter five the name at the end of this letter will be wholly strange to thee hitherto my existence has been utterly unknown to thee this letter will touch

and pain thee willingly would i spare thee but i cannot my heart bears me witness that did i think that the suffering these lions would give thee would in the faintest degree compare with what mine has been i would forever withhold them pierre glendinning thou art not the only child of thy father in the eye of the sun the hand that traces this is thy sisters yes pierre isabel calls thee her brother her brother o sweetest of words which so often i have thought to myself and almost deemed it profanity for an outcast like me to speak or think dearest pierre my brother my own father's child art thou an angel that thou canst overleap all the heartless usages and fashions of a banded world that will call thee fool fool fool and curse thee if thou yieldest to that heavenly impulse which alone can lead thee to respond to the long tyrannizing and now at last unquenchable yearnings of my bursting heart o my brother but pierre glendinning i will be proud with thee let not my hapless condition extinguished in me the nobleness which i equally inherit with thee thou shalt not be cousined by my tears and my anguish into anything which thy most sober hour will repent read no further if it suit thee burn this letter so shall thou escape the certainty of that knowledge which if thou art now cold and selfish may hereafter in some mature remorseful and helpless hour cause the appointing upbraiding no i shall not i will not implore thee o my brother my dear dear pierre help me fly to me see i perish without thee pity pity i freeze in the wide wide world no father no mother no sister no brother no living thing in the fair form of humanity that holds me dear no more oh no more dear pierre cannot endure to be an outcast in the world for which the dear saviour died fly to me pierre nay i could tear

what I now write, as I have torn so many other sheets all written for thy eye, but which never reached thee because, in my distraction, I knew not how to write to thee, nor what to say to thee, and so behold again how I rave. Nothing more, I will write no more, silence becomes this grave. The heart's sickness steals over me, Pierre, my brother. Scarce know I what I have written, yet will I write thee the fatal line, and leave all the rest to thee, Pierre, my brother. she that is called isabel banford dwells in the little red farmhouse three miles from the village on the slope toward the lake to-morrow nightfall not before not by day not by day pierre thy sister isabel

chapter six this letter inscribed in a feminine but irregular hand and in some place is almost illegible plainly attesting the state of the mind which had dictated it stained to here and there with spots of tears which chemically acted upon by the ink assumed a strange and reddish hue as if blood and not tears had dropped upon the sheet and so completely torn into by pierre's own hand that it indeed seemed the fit scroll of a torn as well as bleeding heart this amazing letter deprived pierre for the time of all lucid and definite thought or feeling he hung half lifeless in his chair his hand clutching the letter was pressed against his heart as if some assassin had stabbed him and fled and pierre was now holding the dagger in the wound to stanch the outgushing of the blood ay pierre now indeed art thou hurt with a wound never to be completely healed but in heaven for thee the before undistrusted moral beauty of the world is forever fled for thee thy sacred father is no more a saint all brightness have gone from thy hills and all peace from thy plains and now now for the first time pierre truth rolls a black billow through thy soul ah miserable thou to whom truth in her first tides bears nothing but wrecks the perceptible forms of things the shapes of thoughts the pulses of life but slowly came back to pierre and as the mariner shipwrecked and cast on the beach has much ado to escape the record of the wave that hurled him there so pierre long struggled and struggled to escape the recoil of that anguish which had dashed him out of itself upon the beach of his swoon the man was not made to succumb to the villain woe youth is not young in a wrestler in vain pierre staggeringly rose to his feet his wide eyes fixed in his whole form in a tremble myself and left at least he slowly and half-chokingly murmured with myself i front thee unhand me all fears

and unlock me all spells henceforth i will know nothing but truth glad truth or sad truth i will know what is and do what my deepest angel dictates the letter isabel sister brother me me my sacred father this is some accursed dream nay but this paper thing is forged a base and malicious forgery i swear well didst thou hide thy face for me thou vile lantern messenger that didst accost me on the threshold of joy with this lying warrant of woe doth truth come in the dark and steal on us and rob us so and then depart doth to all pursuing invocations if this night which now wraps my soul be genuine as that which now wraps this half of the world then fate i have a choice quarrel with thee thou art a palturer and a cheat thou hast lured me on through gay gardens to a gulf o falsely guided in the days of my joy am i now truly led in this night of my grief i will be a raver and none shall stay me i will be a raver and none shall stay me i will be will lift my hand in fury for am i not struck i will be bitter in my breath for is not this cup of gall thou black knight that with visor down thus confrontest me and mockest at me lo i strike through thy helm and will see thy face be it gorgon let me ye fond affections all piety leave me i will be impious for piety hath juggled me and taught me to revere where i should spurn from all idols i tear all veils henceforth i will see the hidden things and live right out in my own hidden life now i feel that nothing but truth can move me so this letter is not a forgery o isabel thou art my sister and i will love thee and protect thee i and own thee through all off give me ye heavens for my ignorant ravings and accept this my vow here i swear myself isabels oh thou poor castaway girl that in loneliness and anguish must have long breathed that same air which i have only inhaled for delight

thou who must even now be weeping and weeping cast into an ocean of uncertainty as to thy fate which heaven hath placed in my hands sweet isabel would i not be baser than brass and harder and colder than ice if i could be insensible to such claims as thine thou movest before me in rainbows spun of thy tears i see thee long weeping and god demands me for thy comforter and comfort thee stand by thee and fight for thee will thy leapingly acknowledging brother whom thy own father named pierre he could not stay in his chamber the house contracted to a nutshell around him the walls smote his forehead bareheaded he rushed from the place and only in the infinite air found scope for that boundless expansion of his life end of book three part two book four of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this livervaux's recording is in the public domain retrospective chapter one in their precise tracings out and subtle causations the strongest and fieriest emotions of life defy all analytical insights sight. We see the cloud and feel its bolt, but meteorology only idly assays a critical scrutiny as to how that cloud became charged, and how this bolt so stuns. The metaphysical writers confess that the most impressive, sudden and overwhelming event as well as the minutest is but the product of an infinite series of infinitely involved and untraceable foregoing occurrences. just so with every motion of the heart why this cheek kindles with a noble enthusiasm why that lip curls in scorn

these are things not wholly imputable to the immediate apparent cause which is only one link in the chain but to a long line of dependencies whose further part is lost in the mid-regions of the impalpable air idle then would it be to attempt by any winding way so to penetrate into the heart and memory and in most life and nature of pierre as to show why it was that a piece of intelligence which in the natural course of things many amiable gentlemen both young and old have been known to receive with a momentary feeling of surprise and then a little curiosity to know more and at last an entire unconcern idle would it be to attempt to show how to pierre it rolled down on his soul like melted lava and left so deep a deposit of desolation that all his subsequent endeavors never restored the original temples to the soil nor all his culture completely revived its buried bloom but some random hence may suffice to deprive a little of its strangeness that tumultuous mood into which so small a note had thrown him there had long stood a shrine in the fresh-follaged heart of pierre up to which he ascended by many tableted steps of remembrance and around which annually he had hung fresh wreaths of a sweet and holy affection made one green bower of at last by such successive votive offerings of his being this shrine seemed and was indeed a place for the celebration of a chastened joy

rather than for any melancholy rites but though thus mantled and tangled with garlands this shrine was of marble a niched pillar deemed solid and eternal and from whose top radiated all those innumerable sculptural scrolls and branches which supported the entire one-pillared temple of his moral life as in some beautiful gothic oratories one central pillar trunk-like upholds the roof in this shrine in this niche of this pillar stood the perfect marble form of his departed father without blemish unclouded snow-white and serene pierre's fond personification of perfect human goodness and virtue before this shrine pierre poured out the fulness of all young life's most reverential thoughts and beliefs not to god had pierre ever gone in his heart unless by ascending the steps of that shrine and so making it the vestibule of his abstractest religion blessed and glorified in his tomb beyond prince mauslus is that mortal sire who after an honorable pure course of life dies and is buried as in a choice fountain in the filial breast of a tender-hearted and intellectually appreciative child for at that period the solomonic insights have not poured their turbid tributaries into the pure flowing well of the childish life rare preservative virtue too have those heavenly waters thrown into that fountain all sweet recollections become marvellised so that things which in themselves were evanescent thus became unchangeable and eternal so some rare waters in derby shire will petrify birds nests but if fate preserves the father to a later time too often the filial obsequies are less profound the canonization less ethereal

the eye expanded boy perceived or vaguely thinks he perceived slight specks and flaws in the character he once so wholly reverenced when pierre was twelve years old his father had died leaving behind him in the general voice of the world a marked reputation as a gentleman and a christian in the heart of his wife a green memory of many healthy days of unclouded and joyful wedded life and in the inmost soul of pierre the impression of a bodily form of rare manly beauty and benignity only rivaled by the supposed perfect mould in which his virtuous heart had been cast of pensive evenings by the wide winter fire or in summer in the southern piazza when that mystical night's silence so peculiar to the country would summon up in the minds appear and his mother long trains of the images of the past leading all that spiritual procession majestically and holily walked the venerated form of the departed husband and father then their talk would be reminiscent and serious but sweet and again and again still deep and deeper was stamped in pierre's soul the cherished conceit that his virtuous father so beautiful on earth was now uncorruptibly sainted in heaven so choicely and in some degree secludedly nurtured pierre though now arrived at the age of nineteen had never yet become so thoroughly initiated into that darker though truer aspect of things which an entire residence in the city from the earliest period of life almost inevitably engraves upon the mind of any keenly observant and reflective youth of pierre's present years so that up to this period in his breast all remained as it had been and to pierre his father's shrine seemed spotless and still knew as the marble of the tomb of him of arimathea

judge then how all desolating and withering the blast that for pierre in one night stripped his holiest shrine of all overlaid bloom and buried the mild statue of the saint beneath the the prostrated ruins of the soul's temple itself chapter two as the vine flourishes and the grape in purples close up to the very walls and muzzles of canon erin brightstein so do the sweetest doors of life grow in the very jaws of its perils but is life indeed a thing for all infidel levities and we its misdeemed beneficiaries so utterly fools and effel that what we take to be our strongest tower of delight only stands at the caprice of the minutenest event the falling of a leaf the hearing of a voice or the receipt of one little bit of paper scratched over with a few small characters by a sharpened feather are we so entirely insecure that that casket wherein we have placed our holiest and most final joy in which we have secured by a lock of infinite deafness can that casket be put picked and desecrated at the mere stranger's touch when we think that we alone hold the only and chosen key pierre thou art foolish rebuild no not that for thy shrine still stands it stands pierre firmly stands smellest thou not its yet undeparted embowering bloom such a note as thine can be easily enough written pierre impostors are not unknown in this curious world or the brisk novelist pierre will write thee fifty such notes and so steel gushing tears from his reader's eyes even as thy note so strangely made thine own manly eyes so arid

so grazed and so arid pierre foolish pierre oh mock not the poniarded heart the stabbed man knows the steel prayed not to him that it is only a tickling feather feels he not the interior gash what does this blood on my vesture and what does this pang in my soul and here again not unreasonably might invocations go up to those three weird ones that tend life's loom again we might ask them what threads were those o ye weird ones that ye wove in the years foregone that now to pierre they so unerringly conduct electric presentiments that his wo is woe is father no more a saint and isabel a sister indeed ah fathers and mothers all the world round be heedful give heed thy little one may not now comprehend the meaning of those words and those signs by which in its innocent presence thou thinkest to disguise the sinister thing ye would hint not now he knows not very much even of the externals he consciously remarks but if in after life fate puts the chemic key of the cipher into his hands then how swiftly and how wonderfully he reads all the obscurest and most obliterate inscriptions he finds in his memory yea and rummages himself all over for still hidden writings to read o darkest lessons of life have thus been read all faith and virtue been murder and youth gives itself up to an infidel scorn but not thus altogether was it now with pierre yet so like in some points that the above true warning may not misplacedly stand

his father had died of a fever and as is not uncommon in such maladies towards his end he at intervals lowly wandered in his mind at such times by unobserved but subtle arts the devoted family attendants had restrained his wife from being present at his side but little pierre whose fond filial love drew him ever to that bed they heeded not innocent little pierre when his father was delirious and so when evening when the shadows intermingled with the curtains and all the chamber was hushed and pierre but dimly saw his father's face and the fire on the hearth lay in a broken temple of wonderful coals then a strange plaintive an distinctive infinitely pitiable low voice stole forth from the testered bed and pierre heard my daughter my daughter he wanders again said the nurse dear dear father sobbed the child thou hast not a daughter but here is thy own little pierre but again the unregardful voice in the bed was heard and now in a sudden pealing wail my daughter god god my daughter the child snatched the dying man's hand it faintly grew to his grass but on the other side of the bed the other hand now also emptily lifted itself and emptily caught as if at some other childish fingers then both hands dropped on the sheet and in the twinkling shadows of the evening little pierre seemed to see that while the hand which he held were a faint feverish flush the other empty one was ashy white as a lepers it is past whispered the nurse he will wander so no more now till midnight that is his want and then in her heart she wondered how it was that so excellent a gentleman

and so thoroughly good a man should wander so ambiguously in his mind and tremble to think of that mysterious thing in the soul which seems to acknowledge no human jurisdiction but in spite of the individual's own innocent self will still dream horrid dreams and mutter unmentable thoughts and into pierre's austrican childish soul there entered a kindred though still more nebulous conceit but it belonged to the spheres of the impalpable ether and the child soon threw other and sweeter remembrances over it and covered it up and at last it was blended with all other dim things and imaginings of dim things of dimness and so seemed to survive to no real life in pierre but though through many long years the hen bane showed no leaves in his soul yet the sunken seed was there and the first glimpse of isabel's letter caused it to spring forth as by magic then again the long hushed plaintive an infinitely pitiable voice was heard my daughter my daughter followed by the compunctious god god and to pierre once again the empty hand lifted itself and once again the ashy hand fell chapter three in the cold courts of justice the dull head demands oaths and holy writ proofs but in the warm halls of the heart one single untestified memory's spark shall suffice to enkindle such a blaze of evidence that all the corners of conviction are as suddenly lighted up as a midnight city by a burning building which on every side whirls its reddened brands in a locked round windowed closet connecting with the chamber of pierre and whither he had always been wont to go in those sweetly awful hours when the spirit

cryeth to the spirit come into solitude with me twin brother come away a secret have i let me whisper it to thee aside in this closet sacred to the tadmore privacies and repose of the sometimes solitary pierre there hung by long cords from the cornice a small portrait in oil before which pierre had many a time transedly stood had this painting hung in any annual public exhibition had this painting hung in any annual public exhibition and in its turn been described in print by the casual glancing critics they would probably have described it thus and truthfully an impromptu portrait of a fine-looking gay-hearted youthful gentleman he is lightly and as it were airily and but grazingly seated in or rather flittingly tenanting an old-fashioned chair of malacca one arm confining his hat and cane is loungingly thrown over the back of the chair while the fingers of the other hand play with his gold watch seal and key the free-templed head is sideways turn with a peculiarly bright and carefree morning expression he seems as if just dropped in for a visit upon some familiar acquaintance altogether the painting is exceedingly clever and cheerful with a fine off-handed expression about it undoubtedly a portrait and no fancy piece and to hazard a vague conjecture by an amateur so bright and so cheerful then so trim and so young so singularly healthful and handsome what subtle element could so steep this whole portrait that to the wife of the original it was namelessly unpleasant and repelling the mother of pierre could never abide this picture which he had always asserted did signally belie her husband

her fond memories of the departed refused to hang one single wreath around it it is not he she would emphatically and almost indignantly exclaim when more urgently besought to reveal the cause for so unreasonable a descent from the opinion of nearly all the other connections and relatives of the deceased but the portrait which she held to do justice to her husband correctly to convey his features in detail and more especially their truest and finest and noblest combined expression this portrait was a much larger one and in the great drawing-room below occupied the most conspicuous and honorable place on the wall even to pierre these two paintings had always seemed strangely dissimilar and as the larger one had been painted many years after the other and therefore brought the original pretty nearly within his own childish recollections therefore he himself could not but deem it by far the more truthful and lifelike presentation of his father so that the mere preference of his mother however strong was not at all surprising to him but rather coincided with his own conceit yet not for this must the other portrait be so decidedly rejected because in the first place there was a difference in time and some difference of costume to be considered and the wide difference of the styles of the respective artist and the wide difference of those respective semi-reflected ideal faces which even in the presence of the original a spiritual artist will rather choose to draw from than from the fleshy face however brilliant and fine moreover while the larger portrait was that of a middle-aged married man and seemed to possess all the nameless and slightly portly tranquillities incident to that condition when a felicitous one the smaller portrait painted a brisk unentangled young bachelor gaily ranging up and down in the world light-hearted in a very little bladish perhaps and charged to the lips with the first unclowing morningfulness and freshness of life

here certainly large allowance was to be made in any careful candid estimation of these portraits to pierre this conclusion had become well now irresistible when he placed side by side two portraits of himself one taken in his early childhood a frock and belted boy of four years old and the other a grown youth of sixteen except an indestructible all surviving something in the eyes and on the temples pierre could hardly recognize the loud laughing boy in the tall and pensively smiling youth if a few years then can have in me made all this difference why not in my father thought pierre besides all this pierre considered the history and so to speak the family legend of the smaller painting in his fifteenth year it was made a present to him by an old maiden aunt who resided in this city and who cherished the memory of pierre's father with all that wonderful amaranthine devotion which in advance made sister ever feels for the idea of a beloved younger brother now dead and irrevocably gone as the only child of that brother pierre was an object of the warmest and most extravagant attachment on the part of this lonely aunt who seemed to see transformed into youth once again the likeness and the very soul of her brother in the fair inheriting brow of pierre though the portrait we speak of was inordinately prized by her yet at length the strict canon of her romantic and imaginative love asserted the portrait to be pierre's for pierre was not only his father's only child but his namesake so soon as pierre should be old enough to value a right so holy and inestimable a treasure

she had accordingly sent it to him trebly boxed and finely covered with a waterproof cloth and it was delivered at saddle meadows by an express confidential messenger an old gentleman of leisure once her forlorn because rejected gallant but now her contented and chattie neighbour henceforth before a gold-framed and gold-lidded ivory miniature a fraternal gift aunt dorothea now offered up her morning and her evening rites to the memory of the noblest and handsomest of brothers yet an annual visit to the far closet of pier no slight undertaking now for one so stricken in years in every way in firm attested the earnestness of that strong sense of duty that painful renunciation of self which had induced her voluntarily to part with the precious memorial chapter four tell me aunt the child pierre had early said to her long before the portrait became his tell me aunt how this chair portrait as you call it was painted who painted it whose chair was this have you the chair now i don't see it in your room here what is papa looking at so strangely i should like to know now what papa was thinking of then do now dear aunt tell me all about this picture so that when it is mine as you promise me i shall know its whole history sit down then and be very still and attentive my dear child said aunt dorothea while she a little averted her head and tremulously and inaccurately sought her pocket till little pierre cried why aunt the story of the picture is not in any little book is it that you are going to take out and read to me my handkerchief my child why aunt here it is at your elbow here on the table here aunt take it do oh don't tell me anything about the picture now i won't hear it

be still my darling pierre said his aunt taking the handkerchief draw the curtain a little dearest the light hurts my eyes now go into the closet and bring me my dark shawl take your time there thank you pierre now sit down again and i will begin the picture was painted long ago my child you were not born then not born cried little pierre not born said his aunt well go on aunt but don't tell me again that once upon a time i was not little pierre at all and yet my father was alive go on aunt do do why how nervous you are getting my child be patient i'm very old pierre and old people never like to be hurried now my own dear aunt dorothea do forgive me this once and go on with your story when your poor father was quite a young man my child and was on one of his long autumnal visits to his friends in this city he was rather intimate at times with a cousin of his ral who was about his own age a fine youth he was too pierre i never saw him on pray where is he now interrupted pierre does he live in the country now as mother and i do yes my child but a far-away beautiful country i hope he's in heaven i trust dead sighed little pierre go on aunt now cousin ralph had a great love for painting my child and he spent many hours in a room hung all round with pictures and portraits and there he had his easel and brushes and much like to paint his friends and hang their faces on his walls so that when all alone by himself he yet had plenty of company who always wore their best expressions to him and never once ruffled him by ever getting cross or ill-natured little pierre often he had besought your father to sit to him saying that his silent circle of friends would never be complete till your father consented to join them

but in those days my child your father was always in motion it was hard for me to get him to stand still while i tied his cravat for he never came to any one but me for that so he was always putting off and putting off cousin ralph some other time cousin not to-day to-morrow perhaps or next week and so at last cousin ralph began to despair but i'll catch him yet cried sly cousin ralph so now he said nothing more to your father about the matter of painting him but every pleasant morning kept his easel and brushes and everything in readiness so as to be ready the first moment your father should chance to drop in upon him from his long strolls for it was now and then your father's want to pay flying little visits to cousin ralph in his painting-room but my child you may draw back the curtain now it's getting very dim here seems to me well i thought so all along aunt said little pierre obeying but didn't you say the light hurt your eyes but it does not now little pierre well well go on go on aunt you can't think how interested i am said little pierre drawing his stool close up to the quilted satin hem of his good aunt dorothea's dress i will my child but first let me tell you that about this time there arrived in the port a cabin full of french emigrants of quality poor people pierre who were forced to fly from their native land because of the cruel bloodshedding times there but you have read all that in the little history i gave you a good while ago i know all about it the french revolution said little pierre what a famous little scholar you are my dear child said aunt dorothea faintly smiling among those poor but noble emigrants there was a beautiful young girl who sad fate afterward made a great noise in the city and made many eyes to weep but in vain for she never was heard of any more how how aunt i don't understand did she disappear then aunt

i was a little before my story child yes she did disappear and never was heard of again but that was afterward some time afterward my child i'm very sure it was i could take my oath of that pierre why dear aunt said little pierre how earnestly you talk after what your voice is getting very strange do now don't talk that way you frighten me so aunt perhaps it is this bad cold i have to-day it makes my voice a little hoarse i fear pierre but i will try not talk so hoarsely again well my chow some time before this beautiful young lady disappeared indeed it was only shortly after the poor emigrants landed your father made her acquaintance and with many other humane gentlemen of the city provided for the wants of the strangers for they were very poor indeed having been stripped of everything save a little trifling jewelry which could not go very far at last the friends of your father endeavour to dissuade him from visiting these people so much they were fearful that as the young lady was so very beautiful and a little inclined to be intriguing so some said your father might be tempted to marry her which would not have been a wise thing in him for though the young lady might have been very beautiful and good-hearted yet no one on this side the water certainly knew her history and she was a foreigner it would not have made so suitable an excellent a match for your father as your dear mother afterward did my child but for myself i who always knew your father very well in all his intentions and he was very confidential with me too i for my part never credited that he would do so unwise a thing as married the strange young lady at any rate he had last discontinued his visits to the emigrants and it was after this that the young lady disappeared some said that she must have voluntarily but secretly returned into her own country and others declared that she must have been kidnapped by french emissaries for after her disappearance rumour began to hint that she was of the noblest birth and some ways allied to the royal family

and then again there were some who shook their heads darkly and muttered of drownings and other dark things which one always hears hinted when people disappear and no one can find them but though to your father and many other gentlemen moved heaven and earth a fine trace of her yet as i said before my child she never reappeared the poor french lady sighed little pierre aunt i'm afraid she was murdered poor lady there is no telling said his aunt but listen for i am coming to the picture again now at the time your father was so often visiting the emigrants my child cousin ralph was one of those who a little fancied that your father was courting her but cousin ralph being a quiet young man and a scholar not well acquainted with what is wise or what is foolish in the great world cousin wealth would not have been at all mortified had your father really wedded with a refugee young lady so vainly thinking as i told you that your father was courting her he fancied it would be a very fine thing if he could paint your father as her wooer that is paint him just after he is coming from his daily visits to the emigrants so he watched his chance everything being ready in his painting-room as i told you before and one morning sure enough endropped your father from his walk but before he came into the room cousin ralph had spied him from the window and when your father entered cousin ralph had the sitting-chair ready drawn out back of his easel but still fronting toward him and pretended to be very busy painting he said to your father glad to see you cousin pierre i am just about something here sit right down there now and tell me the news and i'll sally out with you presently and tell us something of the emigrants cousin pierre he slylyly added wishing you see to get your father's thoughts running that supposed wooing way so that he might catch some sort of corresponding expression you see little pierre i don't know that i precisely understand aunt but go on i'm so interested do go on dear aunt

well by many little cunning shifts and contrivances cousin ralph kept your father there sitting and sitting in the chair rattling and rattling away and so self-forgetful to that he never heeded that all the while sly cousin ralph was painting and peasant just as fast as ever he could and only making believe laugh at your father's wit in short cousin ralph was stealing his portrait my child not stealing it i hope said pierre that would be very wicked well then we won't call it stealing since i am sure that cousin ralph kept your father all the time off from him and so could not have possibly picked his pocket though indeed he slyly picked his portrait so to speak and if indeed it was stealing or anything of that sort yet seeing how much comfort that portrait has been to me pierre and how much it will yet be to you i hope i think we must very heartily forgive cousin ral for what he then did yes i think we must indeed chimed in little pierre now eagerly eyeing the very portrait in question which hung over the mantle well by catching your father two or three times more in that way cousin ralph at last finished the painting and when it was all framed in every way completed he would have surprised your father by hanging it boldly up in his room among his other portraits had not your father one morning suddenly come to him while indeed the very picture itself was placed face down on the table and cousin ralph fixing the cord to it came to him and frightened cousin ralph by quietly saying that now that he thought of it seemed to him that cousin ralph had been playing tricks with him but he hoped it was not so what do you mean said cousin ralph a little flurried you have not been hanging my portrait up here have you cousin ralph said your father glancing along the walls i'm glad i don't see it it is my whim cousin ralph and perhaps it is a very silly one but if you have been lately painting my portrait i want you to destroy it at any rate don't show it to any one keep it out of sight what's that you have there cousin ralph

cousin ralph was now more and more fluttered not knowing what to make as indeed to this day i don't completely myself of your father's strange manner but he rallied and said this cousin pierre is a secret portrait i have here you must be aware that we portrait painters are sometimes called upon to paint such i therefore cannot show it to you or tell you anything about it have you been painting my portrait or not cousin ralph said your father very suddenly and pointedly i've painted nothing that looks as you there look said cousin ralph evasively observing in your father's face a fierce like expression which he had never seen there before and more than that your father could not get from him and what then said little pierre why not much my child only your father never so much as caught one glimpse of that picture indeed never knew for certain whether there was such a painting in the world cousin ralph secretly gave it to me knowing how tenderly i loved your father making me solemnly promised never to expose it anywhere where your father could ever see it or any way hear of it this promise i faithfully kept and it was only after your dear father's death that i hung it in my chamber there pierre you now have the story of the chair portrait and a very strange one it is said pierre and so interesting i shall never forget it aunt i hope you never will my child now ring the bell and we will have a little fruit-cake and i will take a glass of wine pierre do you hear my child the bell ring it why what do you do you do you do you do standing there pier why didn't papa want to have cousin ralph paint his picture aunt how these children's minds do run exclaimed old aunt dorothea staring at little pierre in amazement that indeed is more than i can tell you little pier but cousin ralph had a foolish fancy about it he used to tell me that being in your father's room some few days after the last scene i described he noticed there a very wonderful work on physiognomy as they call it

in which the strangest and shadowiest rules were laid down for detecting peoples and immersed secrets by studying their faces and so foolish cousin ralph always flattered himself that the reason your father did not want his portrait taken was because he was secretly in love with the french young lady and did not want his secret published in a portrait since the wonderful work on physiognomy had as it were indirectly warned him against running that risk but cousin ralph being such a retired and solitary sort of a youth he always had such curious whimsies about things for my part i don't believe your father ever had any such ridiculous ideas on this subject to be sure i myself cannot tell you why he did not want his picture taken but when you get to be as old as i am little pierre you will find that every one even the best of us at times is apt to act very queerly and unaccountably indeed some things we do we cannot entirely explain the reason of even to ourselves little pierre but you will know all about these strange matters by and by i hope i shall aunt said little pier but dear aunt i thought martin was to bring in some food-cake ring the bell for him then my child oh i forgot said little pierre doing her bidding by and by while the aunt was sipping her wine and the boy eating his cake and both their eyes were fixed on the portrait in question little pierre pushing his stool nearer the picture exclaimed now aunt did papa really look exactly like that did you ever see him in that same buff vest and huge figure neckcloth i remember the ceiling key pretty well and it was only a week ago that i saw mamma take them out of a little locked drawer in her wardrobe but i don't remember the queer whiskers nor the buff vest nor the huge white-figured neck-cloth did you ever see papa in that very neck-cloth aunt

my child it was i that chose the stuff for that neck-cloth yes and hemmed it for him and worked p g in one corner but that ain't in the picture it is an excellent likeness my child neck-cloth and all as he looked at that time why little pier sometimes i sit here all alone by myself gazing and gazing and gazing at that face till i begin to think your father's looking at me and smiling at me and nodding at me and saying dorothea how strange said little pierre i think it begins to look at me now aunt hark aunt it's so silent all round in this old-fashioned room that i think i hear a little jingling in the picture as if the watch-seel was striking against the key hark aunt bless me don't talk so strangely my child i heard mamma say once but she did not say so to me that for her part she did not like aunt dorothea's picture it was not a good likeness so she said why don't mamma like the picture aunt my child you ask very queer questions if your mamma don't like the picture it is for a very plain reason she has a much larger and finer one at home which she had painted for herself yes and paid i don't know how many hundred dollars for it and that too is one is an excellent likeness that must be the reason little pierre and thus the old aunt and the little child ran on each thinking the other very strange and both thinking the picture is still stranger and the face in the picture still looked at them frankly and cheerfully as if there was nothing kept concealed and yet again a little ambiguously and mockingly as if sly winking to some other picture to mark what a foolish old sister and what a very silly little son were growing so monstrously grave and speculative about a huge white figure neckcloth above best and a very gentleman-like and amiable countenance and so after this scene as usual one by one the fleet years ran on till the little child pierre had grown up to be the tall master pierre

and could call the picture of his own and now in the privacy of his own little closet could stand or lean or sit before it all day long if he pleased and keep thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking till by and by all thoughts were blurred and at last there were no thoughts at all before the picture was sent to him in his fifteenth year it had been only through the inadvertence of his mother or rather through a casual passing into a parlor by pierre that he had any way learned that his mother did not approve of the picture because as then pierre was still young and the picture was the picture of his father and the cherished property of a most excellent and dearly beloved affectionate aunt therefore the mother with an intuitive delicacy had refrained from knowingly expressing her peculiar opinion in the presence of the little pierre and this judicious though half-unconscious delicacy in the mother had been perhaps somewhat singularly answered by a like nicety of sentiment in the child for children of a naturally refined organization and a gentle nurture sometimes possess a wonderful and often undreamed of daintiness of propriety and thoughtfulness and forbearance in matters esteemed a little subtle even by their elders and self-elected betters the little pier never disclosed to his mother that he had through another person become aware of her thoughts concerning aunt dorothea's portrait he seemed to possess an intuitive knowledge of the circumstance that from the difference of their relationship to his father and for other minute reasons he could in some things with the greater propriety be more inquisitive concerning him with his aunt than with his mother especially touching the matter of the chair portrait and aunt dorothea's reasons accounting for his mother's distaste long continued satisfactory or at least not unsufficiently explanatory and when the portrait arrived at the meadows it so chanced that his mother was abroad and so pierre silently hung it up in his closet

and when after a day or two his mother returned he said nothing to her about its arrival being still strangely alive to that certain mild mystery which invested it and whose sacredness now he was fearful of violating by provoking any discussion with his mother about aunt dorothea's gift or by permitting himself to be improperly curious concerning the reasons of his mother's private and self-reserved opinions of it but the first time and it was not long after the arrival of the portrait that he knew of his mother's having entered his closet then when he next saw her he was prepared to hear what she should voluntarily say about the late addition to his embellishments but as she omitted all mention of anything of that sort he unobtrusively scanned her countenance to mark whether any little clouding emotion might be discoverable there but he could discern now and as all genuine delicacies are by their nature accumulative therefore this reverential mutual but only tacit forbearance of the mother and some ever after continued uninvaded and it was another sweet and sanctified and sanctifying bond between them for whatever some lovers may sometimes say love does not always abhor a secret as nature is said to abhor a vacuum love is built upon secrets as lovely venice upon invisible and incorruptible piles in the sea love's secrets being mysteries ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite and so they are as airy bridges by which our further shadows pass over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations whence all poetical lovely thoughts are engendered and drop into us as though pearls should drop from rainbows his time went on the chasteness and pure virginity of this mutual reservation only served to dress the portrait in sweeter because still more mysterious attractions and to fling as it were fresh fennel and rosemary around the revered memory of the father

though indeed as previously recounted pierre now and then loved to present to himself for some fanciful solution the penultimate secret of the portrait in so far as that involved his mother's distaste yet the cunning analysis in which such a mental procedure would involve him never voluntarily transgressed that sacred limit where his mother's peculiar repugments began to shade off into ambiguous considerations touching any unknown possibilities in the character and early life of the original not that he had altogether forbidden his fancy to range in such fields of speculation but all such imaginings must be contributory to that pure exalted idea of his father which in his soul was based upon the known acknowledged facts of his father's life chapter v if when the mind roams up and down in the ever-elastic regions of evanescent invention any definite form or feature or feature can be assigned to the multitude in his shapes it creates out of the incessant dissolvings of its own prior creations then might we here attempt to hold and define the least shadowy of those reasons which about the period of adolescence we now treat of more frequently occurred to pierre whenever he has saved to account for his mother's remarkable distaste for the portrait yet will we venture one sketch yes sometimes dimly thought pierre who knows but cousin ralph after all may have been not so very far from the truth when he surmised that at one time my father did indeed cherish some passing emotion for the beautiful young frenchwoman and this portrait being painted at that precise time and indeed with the precise purpose of perpetuating some shadowy testification of the fact and the countenance of the original therefore its expression is not congenial is not familiar is not altogether agreeable to my mother

because not only did my father's features never look so to her since it was afterward that she first became acquainted with him but also that certain womanliness of women that thing i should perhaps call a tender jealousy a fastidious vanity in any other lady enables her to perceive that the glance of her face in the portrait is not in some nameless way dedicated to herself but to some other and unknown object and therefore is she impatient of it and it is repelling to her for she must naturally be intolerant of any imputed reminiscence in my father which is not in some way connected with her own recollections of him whereas the larger and more expansive portrait in the great drawing-room taken in the prime of life during the best and rosiest days of their wedded union at the particular desire of my mother and by a celebrated artist of her own election and costumed after her own taste and all all hands considered to be by those who know a singularly happy likeness at the period a belief spiritually reinforced by my own dim infantile remembrances for all these reasons this drawing-room portrait possesses an inestimable charm to her there she indeed beholds her husband as he had really appeared to her she does not vacantly gaze upon an unfamiliar phantom called up from the distant and to her well-nigh fabulous days of my father father's bachelor life but in that other portrait she sees rehearsed to her fine eyes the latter tales and legends of his devoted wedded love yes i think now that i plainly see it must be so and yet ever new conceits come vaping up in me as i look on the strange chair portrait which though so very much more unfamiliar to me than it can possibly be to my mother still sometimes seems to say pierre believe not the drawing-room painting that is not thy father or at least is not

all of thy father consider in thy mind pierre whether we two paintings may not make only one faithful wives are ever over fond to a certain imaginary image of their husbands and faithful widows are ever over-reverential to a certain imagined ghost of that same imagined image pierre look again i am thy father as he more truly was in mature life the world overlays and varnishes us pierre the thousand proprieties and polished finesses and grimaces intervened pierre then we as it were abdicate ourselves and take unto us another self pierre in youth we are pierre but in age we seem look again i am thy real father so much the more truly as thou thinkest thou recognisest me not pierre to their young children fathers are not want to unfold themselves entirely pier there are a thousand and one odd little youthful peccadillos that we think we may as well not divulge to them pierre consider this strange ambiguous smile pierre more narrowly regard this mouth behold what is this too ardent and as it were unchasoned light in these eyes pierre i am thy father boy there was once a certain oh but two lovely young frenchwoman pierre youth is hot and temptation strong pier and in the minutest moment momentous things are irrevocably done pierre and time sweeps on and the thing is not always carried down by its stream but may be let us moment momentous things are irrevocably done pierre and time sweeps on and the thing is not always carried down by its stream but may be less stranded on his bank away beyond in the young green countries pierre look again doth thy mother dislike me for naught consider do not all her spontaneous loving impressions ever strive to magnify and spiritualize and deify her husband's memory pierre then why does she cast to spite upon me and never speak to thee of me and why dost thou thyself keep silence before her pierre consider is there a no little mystery here probe a little pier never fear never fear no matter for thy father now look do i not smile yes and with an unchangeable smile and thus have i unchangeably smiled for many long years gone by pierre

oh it is a permanent smile thus i smiled to cousin ralph and thus in thy dear old aunt dorothea's parlor pierre and just so i smile here to thee and even thus in thy father's later life when his body may have been in grief still hidden away in aunt dorothea's secretary i thus smiled as before and just so i'd smile were i now hung up in the deepest dungeon of the spanish inquisition pier though suspended in outer darkness still would i smile with this smile though then not a soul should be near consider for a smile is the chosen vehicle for all ambiguities pier when we were deceived we smile and we are hatching any nice little artifice pier only just a little gratifying our own sweet little appetites pier then why we were deceived we smile when we are hatching any nice little artifice pier only just a little gratifying our own sweet little appetites pier then why watch us and out comes the odd little smile once upon a ton there was a lovely young frenchwoman pierre have you carefully and analytically and psychologically and metaphysically considered her belongings and surroundings and all her incidentials pierre oh a strange sort of story that thy dear old aunt dorothea once told thee pier i once knew a credulous old soul pier probe probe a little see there seems one little crack there pier a wedge a wedge something ever comes of all persistent inquiry we are not so continually curious for nothing pier not for nothing do we so intrigue and become wily diplomatists and gloosers with our own minds pier and afraid of following the indian trail from the open plain into the dark thickets pier but enough a word to the wise thus sometimes in the mystical outer quietude of the long country nights either when the hushed mansion was banked round by the thickfall in december snows or banked round by the immovable white august

moonlight in the haunted repose of a wide story tended only by himself and sentineling his own little closet and standing guard as it were before the mystical tent of the picture and ever watching the strangely concealed lights of the meanings that so mysteriously moved to and fro within thus sometimes stood pierre before the portrait of his father unconsciously throwing himself open to all those ineffable hints and ambiguities and undefined half suggestions which now and then people the soul's atmosphere as thickly as in a soft steady snow-storm the snowflakes people the air yet as often starting from these reveries and trances pierre would regain the assured element of consciousness bidden and self-propelled thought and then in a moment the air all cleared not a snowflake descended and pierre upbraiding himself for his self-indulgent infatuation but promised never again to fall into a midnight reverie before the chair portrait of his father nor did the streams of these reveries seem to leave any conscious sediment in his mind they were so light and so rapid that they rolled their own all luvial along and seemed to leave all pierre's thought channels as clean and dry as though never any alluvial stream had rolled there at all and so still in his sober cherishing memories his father's beatification remained untouched and all the strangeness of the porter only served to invest his idea with a fine legendary romance the essence whereof was that very mystery which at other times was so subtly and evilly significant but now now isabel's letter read swift as the first light that slith from the sun pierre saw all preceding ambiguities all mysteries ripped open as if with a keen sword and forth troop thickening phantoms of an infinite gloom now as remotest infantile reminiscences the wandering mind of his father the empty hand and the ashen the strange story of aunt dorothea the mystical midnight suggestions of the portrait itself and above all his mother's intuitive aversion

all overwhelmed him with reciprocal testimonies and now by irresistible intuitions all that had been inexplicably mysterious to him in the portrait and all that had been inexplicably familiar in the face most magically these now coincided the merrieness of the one not in harmonious with the mournfulness of the other but by some ineffable correlativeness they reciprocally identified each other and as it were melted into each other and thus interpenetratingly unitinging presented lineaments of an added supernaturalness. On all sides, the physical world of solid objects, now slightingly displaced itself from around him, and he floated into an ether of visions,

and starting to his feet with clenched hands and outstaring eyes at the transfixed face in the air he ejaculated that wonderful verse from Dante, descriptive of the two mutually absorbing shapes in the inferno. Ah! How dost thou change, Agnella? See, thou art not double now,

nor only one end of book four book five of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this libravox recording is in the public domain book five misgivings and preparations chapter one it was long after midnight when pierre returned to the house he had rushed forth in that complete abandonment of soul which in so ardent a temperament attends the first stages of any sudden and tremendous affliction but now he returned in pallid composure for the calm spirit of the night and the then-risen moon and the late revealed stars had all at last become as a strange subduing melody to him which though at first trampled and scorned yet by degrees had stolen into the windings of his heart and so shed abroad its own quietude in him now from his height of composure he firmly gazed abroad upon the charred landscape within him as the timber man of canada forced to fly from the conflagration of his forests comes back again when the fires have waned and unblinkingly eyes the immeasurable fields of firebrands that here and there glow beneath the wide canopy of smoke it has been said that always when pierre would seek solitude in its material shelter and walled isolation than the closet communicating with his chamber was his elected haunt so going to his room he took up the now dim burning lamp he had left

there and instinctively entered that retreat seating himself with folded arms and bowed head in the accustomed dragon-footed old chair with leaden feet and heart now changing from iciness to a strange sort of indifference and a numbing sensation stealing over him he sat there awhile till like the resting traveller in snows he began to struggle against this inertness as a the most treacherous and deadliest of symptoms he looked up and found himself fronted by the no longer wholly enigmatical but still ambiguously smiling picture of his father instantly all his consciousness and his anguish returned but still without power to shake the grim tranquillity which possessed him yet endure the smiling portrait he could not and obeying an irresistible aimless impulse he rose and without unhanging it reversed the picture on the wall this brought to sight the defaced and dusty back with some wrinkled tattered paper over the joints which had become loosened from the paste o symbol of thy reversed idea in my soul groaned pierre thou shalt not hang thus rather cast thee utterly out than conspicuarily insult thee so i will no more have a father he removed the picture wholly from the wall and the closet and concealed it in a large chest covered with blue chintz and locked it up there but still in a square space of slightly discolored wall the picture still left its shadowy but vacant and desolate trace he now strove to banish the least trace of his altered father as fearful

that at present all thoughts concerning him were not only entirely vain but would prove fatally distracting and incapacitating to a mind which was now loudly called upon not only to endure a signal grief but immediately to act upon it wild and cruel case youth ever thinks but mistakenly for experience well knows that action though it seems an aggravation of woe is really an alleviative though permanently to alleviate pain we must first dart some added pangs nor now though profoundly sensible that his whole previous moral being was overturned and that for him the fair structure of the world must in some then unknown way be entirely rebuilded again from the lowermost cornerstone up nor now did pierre torment himself with the thought of that last desolation and how the desolate place was to be made flourishing again he seemed to feel that in his deepest soul lurched an indefinite but potential faith which could rule in the interregnum of all hereditary beliefs and circumstantial persuasions. Not wholly, he felt, was his soul in anarchy. The indefinite regent had assumed the sceptre as its right, and Pierre was not entirely given up to his grief's utter pillage and sack. To a less enthusiastic heart than Pierre's, the foremost question in respect to Isabel, which would have presented itself, would have been, What must I do? But such a question,

never presented itself to pierre the spontaneous responsiveness of his being left no shadow of dubiousness as to the direct point he must aim at but if the object was plain not so the path to it how must i do it was a problem for which at first there seemed no chance of solution but without being entirely aware of it himself pierre was one of those spirits which not in a determinate and sordid scrutiny of small pros and cons but in an impulsive subservience to the godlike dictation of events themselves finds at length the sure solution of perplexities and the brightest prerogative of command and as for him what must i do was a question already answered by the inspiration of the difficulty itself so now he as it were unconsciously discharged his mind for the present of all distracting considerations concerning how he should do it assured that the coming interview with isabel could not but unerringly inspire him there still the inspiration which had thus far directed him had not been entirely mute and undivulging as to many very bitter things which pierre foresaw in the wide sea of trouble into which he was plunged if it be the sacred province and by the wisest deemed the inestimable compensation of the heavier woes that they both purge the soul of gay-hearted errors and replenish it with a saddened truth that holy office is not so much accomplished by any covertly inductive reasoning process whose original motive is received from the particular affliction as it is the magical effection

as it is the magical effect of the admission into man's inmost spirit of a before unexperienced and wholly inexplicable element which like electricity suddenly received into any sultry atmosphere of the dark in all directions splits itself into nimble lances of purifying light which at one and the same instant discharge all the air of sluggishness and inform it with an illuminating property so that objects which before in the uncertainty of the dark assumed shadowy and romantic outlines now are lighted up in their substantial realities so that in these flashing revelations of grief's wonderful fire we see all things as they are and though when the electric element is gone the shadows once more descend and the false outlines of the objects again return yet not with with their former power to deceive for now even in the presence of the falsest aspects we still retained the impressions of their immovable true ones though indeed once more concealed thus with pierre in the joyous young times ere his great grief came upon him all the objects which surrounded him were concealingly deceptive not only was the long-cherished image of his rather now transfigured before him from a green foliage tree into a blasted trunk but every other image in his mind attested the universality of that electoral light which had darted into his soul not even his lovely immaculate mother remained entirely untouched unaltered by the shock at her changed aspect when first revealed to him pierre had gazed in a panic

and now when the electrical storm had gone by he retained in his mind that so suddenly revealed image with an infinite mournfulness she who in her less splendid but finer and more spiritual part had ever seemed to pier not only as a beautiful saint before whom to offer up his daily horizons but also as a gentle lady counsellor and confessor and a revered chamber as a soft satin hung cabinet and confessional his mother was no longer this all alluring thing no more he too keenly felt could he go to his mother as to one who entirely sympathized with him as to one before whom he could almost unreservedly unbosom himself as to one incapable of pointing out to him the true path where he seemed most beset wonderful indeed was that electric insight which fate had now given him into the vital character of his mother she well might have stood all ordinary tests but when pierre thought of the touchstone of his immense strait applied to her spirit he felt profoundly assured that she would crumble into nothing before it she was a noble creature but formed chiefly for the gilded prosperities of life and hitherto mostly used to its unruffled serenities bred and expanded in all developments under the sole influence of hereditary forms and world usages not his refined court loving equable mother pierre felt could unreservedly and like a heaven's heroine meet the shock of his extraordinary emergency and applaud

to his heart's echo a sublime resolve whose execution should call down the astonishment and the jeers of the world my mother dearest mother god hath given me a sister and unto thee a daughter and her with the world's extremest infamy and scorned that so i am thou thou my mother mightest gloriously own her and acknowledge her and nay nay groaned pierre never never could such syllables be one instant tolerated by her then high up and towering and all forbidding before pierre grew the before unthought of wonderful edithes of his mother's immense pride her pride of birth her pride of affluence her pride of purity and all the pride of high-born refined and wealthy life and all the semi-ramian pride of woman then he staggered back upon himself and only found support in himself then pierre felt that deep in him lurked a divine unidentifiableness that owned no earthly kith or kin yet was this feeling entirely lonesome an orphan-like fain then for one moment would he have recalled the thousand sweet illusions of life though purchased at the price of life's truth so that once more he might not feel himself driven out an infant ishmael into the desert with no maternal hagar to accompany and comfort him still were these emotions without prejudice to his own love for his mother and without the slightest bitterness respecting her and least of all there was no shallow disdain toward her of superior virtue he too plainly saw

that not his mother had made his mother but the infinite haughtiness had first fashioned her and then the haughty world had further mouldered her nor had a haughty ritual omitted to finish her wonderful indeed we repeated was the electrical insight which pierre now had into the character of his mother for not even the vivid recalling of her lavish love for him could suffice to gainsay his sudden persuasion love me she doth thought pierre but how loveth she me with the love past all understanding that love which in the loved one's behalf would still calmly confront all hate whose most triumphing him triumphs only by swelling above all opposing taunts and despite loving mother here have i a loved but world infamous sister to own and if thou lovest me mother thy love will love her too and in the proudest drawing-room take her so much the more proudly by the hand and as pierre thus in fancy led isabel before his mother and in fancy led her away and felt his tongue cleave to the roof of his mouth with her transfixing look of incredulous scornful horror then pierre's enthusiastic heart sunk in and in and caved clean away in him as he so poignantly felt his first feeling of the dreary heart vacancies of the conventional life oh heartless proud ice-gilded world how i hate thee he thought that thy tyrannist insatiate grasp thus now in my bitterest need thus doth rob me even of my mother thus doth make me now doubly an orphan without a green grave to bedew my tears could i weep them must now be wept in the desolate places

now to me is it as though both father and mother had gone on distant voyages and returning died in unknown seas she loveth me ay but why had i been cast in a cripple's mould how had i been cast in a cripple's mould how then now do i remember that in her most caressing love there ever gleamed some scaly glittering folds of pride me she loveth with pride's love in me she thinks she seeth her own curled and haughty beauty before my glass she stands prides priestess and to her mirrored image not to me she offers up her offerings of kisses o small thinks i owe thee favourable goddess that doth clothe this form with all the beauty of a man that so thou mightest hide for me all the truth of a man now i see that in his beauty a man is snared and made stone-blind as the worm within its silk welcome then be ugliness and poverty and infamy and all ye other crafty ministers of truth that beneath the hoods and rags of beggars hide yet the belts and crowns of kings and dim be all beauty that most own the clay and dim be all wealth and all delight and all the annual prosperities of earth that but gild the lynx and stud with diamonds the base rivets and the chains of lies oh now methinks i a little see why of old the men of truth went barefoot girded with a rope and ever moving under mournfulness as underneath a canopy i remember now those first wise words wherewith our saviour christ first spoke in his first speech to men

blessed are the poor in spirit and blessed they that mourn o hitherto i have but piled up words bought books and bought some small experiences and building me in libraries now i sit down and read oh now i know the night and comprehend the sorceries of the moon and all the dark persuadings that have their birth in storms and winds oh not long will joy abide when truth doth come nor grief her laggard be well may this head hang on my breast it holds too much well may my heart knock at my ribs prisoner impatient of his iron bars o men are jailers all jailers of themselves and in opinion's world ignorantly hold their noblest part a captive to their vilest as disguised royal charles when caught by peasants the heart the heart tis god's anointed let me pursue the heart chapter two but if the presentiment in pierre of his mother's pride as bigotedly hostile to the noble design he cherished if this feeling was so wretched to him far more so was the thought of another and a deeper hostility arising from her more spiritual part for her pride would not be so scornful as her wedded memories reject with horror the unmentionable imputation involved in the mere fact of isabel's existence in what galleries of conjecture among what horrible haunting toads and scorpions would such a revelation lead her when pierre thought of this the idea of it all divulging his secret to his mother not only was made repelling by its hopelessness as an infirm attack upon her citadel of pride but was made in the last degree inhuman as torturing her in her tenderest recollections and desecrating the whitest altar in her sanctuary

though the conviction that he must never disclose his secret to his mother was originally an unmeditated and as it were an inspired one yet now he was almost pains-taking in scrutinizing the entire circumstances of the matter in order that nothing might be overlooked for already he vaguely felt that upon the concealment or the disclosure of this thing with reference to his mother hinged his whole future course of conduct his whole earthly wheel and isabel's but the more and the more that he pondered upon it the more and the more fixed became his original conviction he considered that in the case of a disclosure all human probability pointed to his mother's scornful rejection of his suit as a pleader for isabel's honorable admission into the honorable mansion of the glendinnings then in that case unconsciously thought pierre i shall have given the deep poison of a miserable truth to my mother without benefit to any and positive harm to all and through pierre's mind there then darted a baleful thought how that the truth should not always be paraded how that sometimes a lie is heavenly and truth infernal felially infernal truly thought pierre if i should by one vile breath of truth blast my father's blessed memory in the bosom of my mother and plant the sharpest dagger of grief in her soul i will not do it but as this resolution in him opened up so dark and wretched a background to his view he strove to think no more of it now but postpone it until the interview with isabel should have in some way more definitely shaped his purposes for when suddenly encountering the shock of new and unanswerable revelations which he

feels must revolutionize all the circumstances of his life man at first ever seeks to shun all conscious definiteness in his thoughts and purposes as assured that the lines that shall precisely define his present misery and thereby lay out his future path these can only be defined by sharp stakes that cut into his heart chapter three most melancholy of all the hours of earth is that one long gray hour which to the watcher by the lamp intervenes between the night and day when both lamp and watcher overtasked grow sickly in the pallid light and the watcher seeking for no gladness in the dawn sees not but garish vapors there and almost invokes a curse upon the public day that shall invade his lonely night of sufferance the one small window of his closet looked forth upon the meadow and across the river and far away to the distant heights storied with the great deeds of the glendinnings many a time had pierre sought this window before sunrise to behold the blood-red outflinging dawn that would wrap those purple hills as with a banner but now the morning dawned in mist and rain and came drizzlingly upon his heart yet as the day advanced and once more showed to him the accustomed features of his room by that natural light which till this very moment had never lighted him but to his joy now that the day and not the night was witness to his woe now first the dread reality came appallingly upon him a sense of horrible forlornness feebleness impotence and infinite eternal desolation possessed him it was not merely mental but corporeal also he could not stand and when he tried to sit

his arms fell forwards as tied to leaden weights dragging his ball in chain he fell upon his bed for when the mind is cast down only in sympathetic proneness can the body rest whence the bed is often grief's first refuge half stupefied as with opium he fell into the profoundest sleep in an hour he awoke instantly recalling all the previous night and now finding himself a little strengthened and lying so quietly and silently there almost without bodily consciousness but his soul unobtrusively alert careful not to break the spell by the least movement of a limb or the least turning of his head pierre steadfastly faced his grief and looked deep down into its eyes and thoroughly and calmly and summarily comprehended it now so at least he thought and what it demanded from him and what he must quickly do in its more immediate sequences and what that course of conduct was which he must pursue in the coming unevatable breakfast interview with his mother and what for the present must be his plan with lucy his time of thought was brief rising from his bed he steadied him upright a moment and then going to his writing-desk in a few at first faltering but at length unlagging lines trace the following note i must ask pardon of you lucy for so strangely absenting myself last night but you know me well enough to be very sure that i would not have done so without important cause i was in the street approaching your cottage when a message reached me imperatively calling me away it is a matter which will take up all my time and attention for possibly two or three days i tell you this now that you may be prepared for it and i know that however unwelcome this may be to you you will yet bear with it for my sake

for indeed and indeed lucy dear i would not dream of staying from you so long unless irresistibly coerced to it do not come to the mansion until i come to you and do not manifest any curiosity or anxiety about me should you chance in the interval to see my mother in any other place keep just as cheerful as if i were by you all the time do this now i conjure you and so farewell he folded the note and was about sealing it when he hesitated a moment and instantly unfolding it read it to himself but he could not adequately comprehend his own writing for a sudden cloud came over him this past and taking his pen hurriedly again he added the following postscript lucy this note may seem mysterious but if it shall i did not mean to make it so nor do i know that i could have helped it but the only reason is this lucy the matter which i have alluded to is of such a nature that for the present i stand virtually pledged not to disclose it to any person but those more directly involved in it but where one cannot reveal the thing itself it only makes it the more mysterious to write round it this way so merely know me entirely unmenaced in person and eternally faithful to you and so be at rest till i see you then seating the note and ringing the bell he gave it in strict charge to a servant with directions to deliver it at the earliest practicable moment and not wait for any answer but as the messenger was departing the chamber he called him back and taking the sealed note again and hollowing it in his hand scrawled inside of it in pencil the following words don't write me don't inquire for me and then returned it to the man who quitted him leaving pier rooted in thought in the middle of the room

but he soon roused himself and left the mansion and seeking the cool refreshing meadow stream where it formed a deep and shady pool he bathed and returning invigorated to his chamber changed his entire dress in the little trifling concernments of his toilette striving utterly to banish all thought of that weight upon his soul never did he array himself with more solicitude for effect it was one of his fond mother's whims to perfume the lighter contents of his wardrobe and it was one of his own little femininnesses of the sort sometimes curiously observable in very robust body and big-soul men as mohammed for example to be very partial to all pleasant essences so that when once more he left the mansion in order to freshen his cheek anew to meet the keen glance of his mother to whom the secret of his possible pallor could not be devolved pierre went forth all redolent but alas his body only the embalming ceremonies of his buried dead within chapter four his stroll was longer than he meant and when he returned up the linden walk leading to the breakfast-room and ascended the piazza's steps and glanced into the wide window there he saw his mother seated not far from the table her face turned toward his own and heard her gay voice and peculiarly light and buoyant laugh accusing him him and not her of being the mornings laggard now dates was busy among some spoons and napkins at a side stand summoning all possible cheerfulness to his face pierre entered the room remembering his carefulness in bathing and dressing and knowing that there is no air so calculated to give bloom to the cheek as that of a damply fresh cool and misty morning pierre persuaded himself that small trace would now be found on him of his long night of watching

good morning sister such a famous stroll i have been all the way to where good heavens where for such a look is that why pierre pierre what ails thee dates i will touch the bell presently as the good servitor fumbled for a moment among the napkins as if unwilling to stir so summarily from his accustomed duty and not without some of a well-and-long tried old domestics vague intermittent murmuring at being wholly excluded from a matter of family interest mrs glendinny kept her fixed eye on pierre who unmindful that the breakfast was not yet entirely ready seating himself at the table began helping himself though but nervously enough to the cream and sugar the moment the door closed on dates the mother sprang to her feet and threw her arms around her son but in that embrace pierre miserably felt that their two hearts beat not together in such unison as before what haggard thing possesses thee my son speak this is incomprehensible lucy phi not she no love quarrel there speak speak my darling boy my dear sister began pierre sister me not now pierre i am thy mother well then dear mother thou art quite as incomprehensible to me as i to talk faster pierre this calmness freezes me tell me for by my soul something most wonderful must have happened to thee thou art my son and i command thee it is not lucy it is something else tell me my dear mother said pierre impulsively moving his chair backward from the table if thou wouldst only believe me when i say it i have really nothing to tell thee thou knowest that sometimes when i happen to feel very foolishly studious and philosophical i sit up late in my chamber and then regardless of the hour foolishly run out into the air for a long stroll across the meadows i took such a stroll last night and had but little time left for napping afterwards

and what nap i had i was none the better for but i won't be so silly again soon so do dearest mother stop looking at me and let us do breakfast dates touch the bell there sister stay here there is a heaviness in this hour i feel i know that thou art deceiving me perhaps i erred in seeking to wrest thy secret from thee but believe me my son i never thought thou hadst any secret thing from me except that first love for lucy and that my own woman who tells me was most pardonable and right but now what can it be pierre pere consider well before thou determinest upon withholding confidence from me i am thy mother it may prove a fatal thing can that be good and virtuous pierre which shrinks from a mother's knowledge let us not loose hands so pierre thy confidence from me mine goes from thee now shall i touch the bill pierre who had thus far been vainly seeking to occupy his hands with his cap and spoon he now paused and unconsciously fastened a speechless glance of mournfulness upon his mother again he felt presentiments of his mother's newly revealed character he foresaw the supposed indignation of her wounded pride her gradually estranged affections thereupon he knew her firmness and her exaggerated ideas of the inalienable allegiance of the son he trembled to think that now indeed was come the first initial moment of his heavy trial but though he knew all the significance of his mother's attitude as she stood before him intently eyeing him with one hand upon the bell-court and though he felt that the same opening of the door that should now admit dates could not but give eternal exit to all confidence between him and his mother and though he felt too that this was his mother's latent thought nevertheless he was girded up in his well-considered resolution pierre pire shall i touch the bell mother stay yes do sister

the bell was rung and at the summons dates entered and looking with some significance at mrs glendinning said his reverence has come my mistress and is now in the west parlour show mr fallsgrave in here immediately and bring up the coffee did i not tell you i expected him to breakfast this morning yes my mistress but i thought that that just then glancing alarmedly from mother to son oh my good dates nothing has happened cried mrs glendinning lightly and with a bitter smile looking toward her son show mr falzgrave him pierre i did not see thee to tell thee last night but mr falzgrave breakfast with us by invitation i was at the parsonage yesterday to see him about that wretched affair of delhi and we are finally to settle upon what is to be done this morning but my mind is made up concerning ned no such profligate shall pollute this place nor shall the disgraceful delhi fortunately the abrupt entrance of the clergyman here turned away attention from the sudden pallor of pierre's countenance and afforded him time to rally good morning madame good morning sir said mr falzgrave in a singularly mild flute-like voice turning to mrs glendinning and her son the lady receiving him with answering cordiality but peer too embarrassed just then to be equally polite as for one brief moment mr falzgrave stood before the pair ere taking the offered chair from dates his aspect was eminently attractive there are certain ever to be cherished moments in the life of almost any man when a variety of little foregoing circumstances all unite to make him temporarily oblivious of whatever may be hard and bitter in his life and also to make him most

amiably and rudderly disposed when the scene and company immediately before him are highly agreeable and if at such a time he chants involuntarily to put himself into a scenically favourable bodily posture then in that posture however transient thou shalt catch the noble stature of his better angel catch a heavenly glimpse of the latent heavenliness of man it was so with mr fallsgrave now not a house within a circuit of fifty miles that he preferred entering before the mansion house of saddle meadows and though the business upon which he had that morning come was anything but relishable to him yet that subject was not in his memory then before him stood united in one person the most exalted lady and the most story beauty of all the country round and the finest most intellectual and most congenial youth he knew before him also stood the generous foundress and the untiring patroness of the beautiful little marble church consecrated by the good bishop not four years gone by before him also stood though in polite disguise the same untiring benefactress from whose purse he could not help suspecting came a great part of his salary nominally supplied by the rental of the pews he had been invited to breakfast a meal which in a well-appointed country family is the most cheerful circumstance of daily life he smelt all java's spices in the aroma from the silver coffee-urring and well he knew what liquid deliciousness would soon come from it besides all this and many more minutenesses of the kind he was conscious that mrs glendineng entertained a particular partiality for him though not enough to marry him as he ten times knew by very bitter experience and that pierre was not behind hand in his esteem

and the clergyman was well worthy of it nature had been royally bountiful to him in his person in his happier moments as the present his face was radiant with a courtly but mild benevolence his person was no robust and dignified while the remarkable smallness of his feet in the almost infantile delicacy and vivid whiteness and purity of his hands strikingly contrasted with his fine girth and stature foreign countries like america where there is no distinct hereditary cast of gentlemen whose order is factitiously perpetuated as race-horses and lords are in kingly lands and especially in those agricultural districts where of a hundred hands that drop a ballot for the presidency ninety-nine shall be of the brownest and the brawniest in such districts this daintiness of the fingers when united with a generally manly aspect assumes a remarkableness unknown in european nations this most prepossessing form of the clergyman lost nothing by the character of his manners which were polished and unobtrusive but peculiarly insinual waiting without the least appearance of craftiness or affectation heaven had given him his fine silver-keyed person for a flute to play on in this world and he was nearly the perfect master of it his graceful motions had the undulatriness of melodious sounds you almost thought you heard not saw him so much the wonderful yet natural gentleman he seemed that more than once mrs glendinning had held him up to pierre as a splendid example of a splendid example of a-and-a-he seemed that more than once mrs glendinning had held him up to pierre as a splendid example of a the polishing and gentlemanizing influences of christianity upon the mind and manners declaring that extravagant as it might seem she had always been of his father's fancy

that no man could be a complete gentleman and preside with dignity at his own table unless he partook of the church's sacraments nor in mr fulgrave's case was this maxim entirely absurd the child of a poor northern farmer who had wedded a pretty seamstress the clergyman's the clergyman had no heraldic line of ancestry to show as warrant an explanation of his handsome person and gentle manners the first being the wilful partiality of nature and the second the consequence of a scholastic life a tempered by a taste for the choice of female society however small which he always regarded as the best relish of existence if now his manners thus responded to his person his mind answered to them both and was their finest illustriest besides his eloquent persuasiveness in the pulpit various fugitive papers upon subjects of nature art and literature attested not only his refined affinity to all beautiful things visible or invisible but likewise that he possessed a genius for celebrating such things which in a less indolent and more ambitious nature would have been sure to have gained a fair poet's name ere now for this mr falzgrave was just hovering upon his prime of years a period which in such a man is the sweetest and to a mature woman by far the most attractive of manly life youth has not yet completely gone with its beauty grace and strength nor as age at all come with its decrepitudes though the finest undraws parts of it its mildness and its wisdom have gone on before as decorous chamberlains precede the sedan of some crutched king such was this mr fallsgrade who now sat at mrs glendinning's breakfast-table a corner of one of that lady's generous napkins so inserted into his snowy bosom that its folds almost invested him as far down as the table's edge and he seemed a sacred priest indeed breakfasting in his surplice

pray mr falzgrave said mrs glendinning break me off a bit of that roll whether or not his saserdotal experiences had strangely refined and spiritualized so simple a process as breaking bread or whether it was from the spotless aspect of his hands certain it is that mr acquitted himself on this little occasion in a manner that beheld of old by leonardo might have given that artist no despicable hint touching his celestial painting as pierre regarded him sitting there so mild and meek such an image of white-browed and white-handed and napkin immaculateness and as he felt the gentle humane radiations which came from the clergyman's manly and rounded beautifulness and as he remembered all the good that he knew of this man and all the good that he had heard of him and could recall no blemish in his character and as in his own concealed misery and forlornness he contemplated the open benevolence and beaming excellent-heartedness of mr falzgrave the thought darted through his mind that if any living being was capable of giving him worthy counsel in his strait and if to any one he could go with christian propriety and some small hopefulness that person was the one before him pray mr glendinning said the clergyman pleasantly as pierre was silently offering to help him to some tongue don't let me rob you of it pardon me but you seem to have very little yourself this morning i think an execrable pun i know but turning toward mrs glendinny when one is made to feel very happy one is somehow apt to say very silly things happiness and silliness ah it's a suspicious coincidence mr falzgrave said the hostess your cup is empty dates we were talking yesterday mr falzgrave concerning that vile fellow ned well madam responded the gentleman a very little uneasily

he shall not stay on any ground of mind my mind is made up sir infamous man did he not have a wife as virtuous and beautiful now as when i first gave her away at your altar it was the shearest and most gratuitous profligacy the clergyman mournfully and assentingly moved his head such men continued the lady flushing with the sincerest indignation are to my way of thinking more detestable than murderers that is being a little hard upon them my dear madam said mr fallsgrave mildly do you not think so pierre now said the lady turning earnestly upon her son is not the man who has sinned like that ned worse than a murderer has he not sacrificed one woman completely and given infamy to another to both of them for their portion if his own legitimate boy should now hate him i could hardly blame him my dear madam said the clergyman whose eyes having followed mrs glendinings to her son's countenance and marking a strange trepidation there had thus far been earnestly scrutinizing pierre's not wholly repressible emotion my dear madam he said slightly bending over his stately episcopal looking person virtue has perhaps an over ardent champion in you you grow too warm but mr glendinning here he seems to grow too cold pray favor us with your views mr glendinning i will not think now of the man said pierre slowly and looking away from both his auditors let us speak of delhi and her infant she has or had one i have lucy heard their case is miserable indeed the mother deserves it said the lady inflexibly and the child reverend sir what are the words of the bible the sins of the father shall be visited upon the children to the third generation said mr falls grave with some slight reluctance in his tones but madam that does not mean that the community is in any way to take the infamy of the children into their own voluntary hands as the conscious delegated stewards of god's unscruitable dispensations

because it is declared that the infamous consequences of sin shall be hereditary it does not follow that our personal and act of loathing of sin should descend from the sinful sinner to his sinless child i understand you sir said mrs glendinning colouring slightly you think me too censorious but if we entirely forget the parentage of the child and every way receive the child as we would any other feel for it in all respects the same and attach no sign of ignominy to it how then is the bible dispensation to be fulfilled do we not then put ourselves in the way of its fulfilment and is that wholly free from impiety here it was the clergyman's turn to colour a little and there was a just perceptible tremor of the under lip pardon me continued the lady courteously but if there is any one blemish in the character of the reverend mr fallsgrave it is that the benevolence of his heart too much warps in him the holy rigour of our church's doctrines for my part as i loathe the man i loat the woman and never desire to behold the child a pause ensued during which it was fortunate for pierre that by the social sorcery of such occasions as the present the eyes of all three were intent upon the cloth all three for the moment giving loose to their own distressful meditations upon the subject in debate and mr falzgrave vexedly thinking that the scene was becoming a little embarrassing pierre was the first who spoke as before he steadfastly kept his eyes away from both his auditors but though he did not designate his mother something in the tone of his voice showed that what he said was addressed more particularly to her since we seem to have been strangely drawn into the ethical aspect of this melancholy matter said he suppose we go further in it and let me ask how it should be between the legitimate and the illegitimate child children of one father when they shall have passed their childhood here the clergyman quickly raising his eyes looked as surprised and searchingly at pierre as his politeness were permit

upon my word said mrs glendinning hardly less surprised and making no attempt at disguising it this is an odd question you put you have been more attentive to the subject than i have fancy but what do you mean pierre i did not entirely understand you should the legitimate child shun the illegitimate when one father is father to both rejoined pierre bending his head still further over his plate the clergyman looked a little down again and was silent but still turned his head slightly sideways toward his hostess as if awaiting some reply to pierre from her ask the world pierre said mrs glendinning warmly and ask your own heart my own heart i will madam said pierre now looking up steadfastly and what do you think mr fallsgrave letting his glance drop again should the one shun the other should the one refuse his highest sympathy and perfect love for the other especially if that other be deserted by all the rest of the world what think you would have been our blessed saviour's thoughts on such a matter and what was that he so mildly said to the adulteress a swift color passed over the clergyman's countenance suffusing even his expanded brow he slightly moved in his chair and looked uncertainly from pierre to his mother he seemed as a shrewd benevolent-minded man placed between opposite opinions merely opinions who with a full and doubly differing persuasion in himself still refrains from uttering it because of an irresistible dislike to manifesting an absolute descent from the honest convictions of any person whom he both socially and morally esteems well what do you reply to my son said mrs glendinning at last madam and sir said the clergyman now regaining his entire self-possession

it is one of the social disadvantages which we of the pulpit labour under that we are supposed to know more of the moral obligations of humanity than other people and it is a still more serious disadvantage to the world that our unconsidered conversational opinions on the most complex problems of ethics are too apt to be considered authoritative as indirectly proceeding from the church itself now nothing can be more erroneous than such notions and nothing so embarrasses me and deprives me of that entire serenity which is indispensable to the delivery of a careful opinion on moral subjects than when sudden questions of this sort are put to me in company pardon this long preamble for i have little more to say it is not every question however direct mr glendinning which can be conscientiously answered with a yes or no millions of circumstances modify all moral questions so that though conscience may possibly dictate freely in any known special case yet by one universal maxim to embrace all moral contingencies this is not only impossible but the attempt to me seems foolish at this instant the surplice-like napkin dropped from the clergyman's bosom showing a minute but exquisitely cut cameo brooch representing the allegorical union of the serpents and dove it had been the gift of an appreciative friend and was sometimes worn on secular occasions like the present i agree with you sir said pierre bowing i fully agree with you and now madam let us talk of something else you madam me very punctiliously that you madam very punctiliously that you-iq i agree with you madam me very punctiliously that you-iq else you madam me very punctiliously this morning mr glendinning said his mother half bitterly smiling and half openly offended but still more surprised at pierre's frigid demeanour

honor that father and mother said pierre both father and mother he unconsciously added and now that it strikes me mr fallsgrave and now that we have become so strangely polemical this morning let me say that as that command is justly said to be the only one with a promise so it seems to be without any contingency in the application it would seem would it not sir that the most deceitful and hypocritical of fathers should be equally honoured by the son as the purest so it would certainly seem according to the strict letter of the decalogue certainly and do you think sir that it should be so held and so applied in actual life for instance should i honour my father if i knew him to be a seducer pierre pierre said his mother profoundly colouring and half-rising there is no need of these argumentative assumptions you very immensely forget yourself this morning it is merely the interest of the general question madam returned pierre coldly i am sorry if your former objection does not apply here mr falzgrave will you favour me with an answer to my question there you are again mr glendinning said the clergyman thankful for pierre's hint that is another question and moral absolutely incapable of a definite answer which shall be universally applicable again the surplus-like napkin chance to drop i am tacitly rebuked again then sir said pierre slowly but i admit that perhaps you are again in the right and now madam since mr fallsgrave and yourself have a little business together to which my presence is not necessary and may possibly prove quite dispensable permit me to leave you i am going off on a long ramble so you need not wait dinner for me good morning mr falzgrave good morning madam looking toward his mother as the door closed upon him mr falesgrave spoke mr glendening looks a little pale to-day has he been ill

not that i know i've answered the lady indifferently but did you ever see young gentlemen so stately as he was extraordinary she murmured what can this mean madam madam but your cup is empty again sir reaching forth her hand no more no more madam said the clergyman madam pray don't madam me any more mr fallsgrave i have taken a sudden hatred to that title shall it be your majesty then said the clergyman gallantly the may queens are so styled and so should be the queens of october hear the lady laugh come said she let us go into another room and settle the affair of that infamous ned and that miserable deli chapter five the swiftness and unrepelion repellableness of the billow which with his first shock had so profoundly whelmed pierre had not only poured into his soul a tumult of entirely new images and emotions before the time it almost entirely drove out of him all previous ones the things that any way bore directly upon the pregnant fact of isabel these things were all animate and vividly present to him but the things which bore more upon himself in his own personal condition as now for ever involved with his sisters these things were not so animate and present to him the conjectured past of isabel took mysterious hold of his father therefore the idea of his father tyrannized over his imagination and the possible future of isabel as so essentially though indirectly compromisable by whatever course of conduct his mother might hereafter ignorantly pursue with regard to himself as henceforth threw isabel for ever altered to her these considerations brought his mother with blazing prominence before him heaven after all hath been a little merciful to the miserable man not entirely untempered to human nature are the most direful blasts of fate

when on all sides assailed by prospects of disaster whose final ends are in terror hidden from it the soul of man either as instinctively convinced that it cannot battle with the whole host at once or else benevolently blinded to the larger arc of the circle which menacingly hams it in whichever be the truth the soul of man thus surrounded cannot and does never intelligently confront the totality of its wretchedness the bitter drug is divided into separate draughts for him to-day he takes one part of his woe to-morrow he takes more and so on till the last drop is drunk not that in the despotism of other things the thought of lucy and the unconjecturable suffering into which she might so soon be plunged owing to the threatening uncertainty of the state of his own future as now in great part and at all hazards dedicated to isabel not that this thought had thus far been ailing to him icy cold and serpent-like it had overlayingly crawled in upon his other shuddering imaginings but those other thoughts would as often upheave again and absorb it into themselves so that it would in that way soon disappear from his cotemporary apprehension the prevailing thoughts connected with isabel he now could front with prepared and open eyes but the occasional thought of lucy when that started up before him he could only cover his bewildered eyes with his bewildered hands nor was this the cowardice of selfishness but the infinite sensitiveness of his soul he could bear the agonizing thought of isabel because he was immediately resolved to help her and to assuage a fellow-beings grief but as yet he could not bear the thought of lucy because the very resolution that promised balm to isabel obscurely involved the everlasting peace of lucy and therefore aggravatingly threatened a far more than fellow-beings happiness

well for pierre was that the pencilling presentiments of his mind concerning lucy as quickly erased as painted their tormenting images standing half befogged upon the man mountain of his fate all that part of the wide panorama was wrapped in clouds to him but anon those concealings slid aside or rather quick rent was made in them disclosing far below half veiled in the lower mist the winding tranquil veil and stream of lucy's previous happy life through the swift cloud rent he caught one glimpse of her expectant and angelic face peeping from the honey-suckled window of her cottage and the next instant the stormy pinions of the clouds locked themselves over it again and all was hidden as before and all went confused in whirling rack and vapour as before only by unconscious inspiration caught from the agency's invisible to man had he been enabled to write that first obscurely announcing note to lucy wherein the collectedness and the mildness and the calmness were but the natural though insidious precursors of the stunning bolts on bolts to follow but while thus for the most part wrapped from his consciousness and vision still the condition of his lucy as so deeply affected now was still more and more disentangling and defining itself from out of its nearer mist and even beneath the general upper fog for when unfathomably stirred the subtler elements of man do not always reveal themselves in the concocting act but as with all other potencies show themselves chiefly in their ultimate resolving and results strange wild work and awfully symmetrical and reciprocal was that now going on within the self-apparently chaotic breast of pierre as in his own conscious determinations the mournful isabre was being snatched from her captivity of world-wide abandon

so deeper down in the more secret chambers of his unsuspecting soul thus smiling lucy now is dead and ashy pale was being bound a ransom for isabel's salvation eye for eye and tooth for tooth eternally inexorable and unconcerned is fate a mere heartless traitor in men's joys and woes nor was this general and spontaneous self-concealment of all the most momentous interests of his love as irretrievably involved with isabel and his resolution respecting her but was this unbidden thing in him unseconded by the prompting of his own conscious judgment when in the tyranny of the master-vent itself that judgment was permitted some infrequent play he could not but be aware that all meditation on lucy now was worse than useless how could he now map out his and her young life chart when all was yet pifty white with creamy breakers still more divinely dedicated as he felt himself to be with divine commands upon him to be friend and champion isabel through all conceivable contingencies of time and chance how could he insure himself against the insidious inroads of self-interest and hold intact all his unselfish magnanimities if once he should permit the distracting thought of lucy to dispute with isabel's the pervading possession of his soul and if though but unconsciously as yet he was almost superhumanly prepared to make a sacrifice of all objects dearest to him and cut himself away from his last hopes of common happiness should they cross his grand enthusiast resolution if this was so with him

then how light as gossamer and thinner and more impalpable than arious threads of gauze did he hold all common conventional regardings his hereditary duty to his mother his pledged worldly faith and honor to the hand and seal of his a fiancement not that at present all these things did thus present themselves to pierre but these things were fetally forming in him impregnations from high enthusiasms he had received and the now incipient offspring which so stirred with such painful vague vibrations in his soul this in its mature development when it should at last come forth in living deeds would scorn all personal relationship with pierre and hold his heart's dearest interests for naught thus in the enthusiast to duty the heaven-begot christ is born and will not own a mortal parent and spurns and rends all mortal bonds chapter six one night one day and a small part of the one ensuing evening had been given to pierre to prepare for the momentous interview with isabel now thank god thought pierre the night is past the night of chaos and of doom the day only and the skirt of evening now remain may heaven new string my soul and confirm me in the christ-like feeling i first felt may i in all my least shapeful thought still square myself by the inflexible rule of holy right let no unmanly mean temptation cross my path this day let no baystone lie in it this day-this day let no base stone lie in it this day i will forsake the censuses of men and seek the suffrages of the godlike population of the trees which now seem to me a nobler race than man

their high foliage shall drop heavenliness upon me my feet in contact with her mighty roots immortal vigor shall so steal into me guide me gird me guard me this day ye sovereign powers bind me in bonds i cannot break remove all sinister allurings from me eternally this day deface in me the day to face in me the day to face in me the day detested and distorted images of all the convenient lies and duty subterfuges of the diving and ducking moralities of this earth fill me with consuming fire for them to my life's muzzle cram me with your own intent let no whirls siren come to sing to me this day and wheedle from me my undauntedness i cast my eternal die this day ye powers all my strong faith in ye invisible's eyes stake three whole felicities and three whole lives this day if ye forsake me now farewell to faith farewell to truth farewell to god exiled for i from god and man i shall declare myself an equal power with boat free to make war on night and day and all thoughts and things of mind and matter which the upper and the nether firmaments to clasp chapter seven but pierre though charged with the fire of all divineness his containing thing was made of clay ah muskets the gods have made to carry infinite combustions and yet made them of clay save me from being bound to truth liege lord as i am now how shall i steal yet further into pierre and show how this heavenly fire was helped to be contained in him by mere contingent things and things that he knew not but i shall follow the endless winding way the flowing river in the cave of man careless whither i be led reckless where i land was not the face though mutely mournful beautiful bewitchingly how unfathomable those most wondrous eyes of supernatural life in those charmed depths grief and beauty plunged and dived together

so beautiful so mystical so bewilderingly alluring speaking of a mournfulness infinitely sweeter and more attractive than all mirthfulness that face of glorious suffering that face of touching loveliness that face was pierre's own sisters that face was isabel's that face pierre had visibly seen into those same supernatural eyes our pierre had looked thus already and ere the proposed encounter he was assured that in a transcendent degree womanly beauty and not womanly ugliness invited him to champion the right be not concealed in this book of sacred truth how if accosted in some squatted lane a humped and crippled hideous girl should have snatched his garments hem with save me pierre love me own me brother i am thy sister ah if man were holy made in heaven why catch we hell glimpses why in the noblest marble pillar that stands beneath the all comprising vault ever should we descry the sinister vein we lie in nature very close to god and though further on the stream may be corrupted by the banks it flows through yet at the fountain's rim where mankind stand there the stream infallibly bespeaks the fountain so let no censorious word be here hinted of mortal pierre easy for me to slyly hide these things and always put him before the eye as perfect as immaculate unsusceptible to the inevitable nature and the lot of common men i am more frank with pierre than the best men are with themselves i am all unguarded and magnanimous with pierre therefore you see his weakness and therefore only in reserves men build imposing characters not in revelations he who shall be wholly honest though nobler than ether and allan that man shall stand in danger of the meanest mortals scorn end of book five book six of pierre for the ambiguities by hermann melville

this libevox recording is in the public domain book six isabel and the first part of the story of isabel chapter one half wishful that the hour would come half shuddering that every moment it still came nearer and more near to him dry-eyed but wet with that dark day's rain at fall of eve pierre emerged from long wanderings in the primeval woods of saddle meadows and for one instant stood motionless upon their sloping skirt where he stood was in the rude wood road only used by sledges in the time of snow just where the outposted trees formed a narrow arch and fancied gateway leading upon the far wide pasture sweeping down toward the lake in that wet and misty eve the scattered shivering pasture elms seemed standing in a world inhospitable yet rooted by inscrutable sense of duty to their place beyond the lake lay in one sheet of blankness and of dumbness unstirred by breeze or breath fast bound there it lay with not life enough to reflect the smallest shrub or twig yet in that lake was seen the duplicate stirless sky above only in sunshine did that lake catch grayed green images and these but displaced the imaged muteness of the unfeatured heavens on both sides in the remoter distance and also far beyond the mild lakes further shore rose the long mysterious mountain masses

shaggy with pines and hemlocks mystical with nameless vapoury exhalations and in that dim air black with dread and gloom at their base profoundest forests lay entranced and from their far owl-haunted depths of caves and rotted leaves and unused and unregarded inland overgrowth of decaying wood four smallest sticks of rich and other climes many a pauper was that moment perishing from out the infinite inhumanities of those profoundest forests came a moaning muttering roaring intermittent changeful sound rain-shakings of the palsy trees slidings of rocks undermined final crashings of long-riven boughs and devilish gibberish of the forest ghosts but more near on the mild lakes hither shore where it formed a long semicircular and scooped a clivity of cornfields there the small and low red farmhouse lay its ancient roof a bed of bright most widest mosses its north front from the north the moss wind blows also moss encrusted like the north side of any vast trunked maple in the groves at one gabled end a tangled arbor claimed support and paid for it by generous gratuities of broad-flung verdure one viny shaft of which pointed itself upright against the chimney-bricks as if a waving lightning rod against the other gable you saw the lowly dairy shed its sides close netted with traced madeira vines and had you been close enough peeping through that imprisoning tracery

and through the light slats barring the little embrasure of a window you might have seen the gentle and contented captives the pans of milk and the snow-white dutch cheeses in a row and the moulds of golden butter and the jars of lily cream in front three straight gigantic lindens stood guardians of this verdant spot a long way up almost to the ridge-pole of the house they showed little foliage but then suddenly as three huge green balloons they poised their three vast inverted rounded cones of verdure in the air soon as pierre's eyes rested on the place a tremor shook him not alone because of isabel as there a harbourer now but because of two dependent and most strange coincidences which that day's experience had brought to him he had gone to breakfast with his mother his heart charged too overflowing with presentiments of what would probably be her haughty disposition concerning such a being as isabel claiming her maternal love and lo the reverend mr falls grave enters and ned and delhi are discussed and that whole sympathetic matter which pierre had despaired of bringing before his mother in all its ethnic bearings so as as absolutely to learn her thoughts upon it and thereby test his own conjectures all that matter had been fully talked about so that through that strange coincidence he now perfectly knew his mother's mind and had received forewarnings as if from heaven not to make any present disclosure to her that was in the morning and now at evening catching a glimpse of the house where isabel was harboring

at once he recognized it as the rented farmhouse of old walter ulver father to the selfsame delhi forever ruined through the cruel arts of ned strangest feelings almost supernatural now stole into pierre with little power to touch with awe the souls of less susceptible reflective and poetic beings such coincidences however frequently they may recur ever fill the finer organization with sensations which transcend all verbal renderings they take hold of life's subtlest problem with the lightning's flash the query is spontaneously propounded chance or god if too the mind thus influence be likewise a prey to any settled grief than on all sides the query magnifies and at last takes in the all comprehending round of things for ever is it seen that sincere souls in suffering than most ponder upon final causes the heart stirred to its depths finds correlative sympathy in the head which likewise is profoundly moved before miserable men when intellectual all the ages of the world pass as in a manacled procession and all their myriad links rattle in the mournful mystery pacing beneath the long-skirting shadows of the elevated wood waiting for the appointed hour to come pierre strangely strove to imagine to himself the scene which was destined to ensue but imagination utterly failed him here the reality was too real for him only the face the face alone now visited him and so accustomed had he been of late to confound it

with the shapes of air that he almost trembled when he thought that face to face that face must shortly meet his own and now the thicker shadows begin to fall the place is lost to him only the three dim tall linds lindens pilot him as he descends the hill hovering upon the house he knows it not but his meditative root is sinuous as if that moment his thoughts stream was likewise serpentining laterally obstructed by insinuated misgivings as to the ultimate utilitarian advisability of the enthusiast resolution that was his his steps decrease in quickness as he comes more nigh and sees one feeble light struggling in the rustic double casement infallibly he knows that his own voluntary steps are taking him for ever from the brilliant chandeliers of the mansion of saddle meadows to join company with the wretched rush lights of poverty and woe but his sublime intuitiveness also paints to him the sun-like glories of godlike truth and virtue which though ever obscured by the dense fogs of earth still shall shine eventually in unclouded radiance casting illustrative light upon the sapphire throne of god chapter two he stands before the door the house is steeped in silence he knocks the casement light flickers for a moment and then moves away within he hears a door creak on its hinges then his whole heart beats wildly as the outer latch is lifted and holding the light above her supernatural head isabel stands before him it is herself

no word is spoken no other soul is seen they enter the room of the double casement and pierre sits down overpowered with bodily faintness and spiritual awe he lifts his eyes to isabel's gaze of loveliness and loneliness and then a low sweet half-sobbing voice of more than natural musicalness is heard and so thou art my brother shall i call thee pierre steadfastly with his one first and last fraternal inquisition of the person of the mystic girl pierre now for an instant eyes her and in that one first and last fraternal inquisition of the person of the mystic girl pierre now for an instant eyes her and in that one instance sees in the imploring face not only the nameless touchingness of that of the sowing girl but also the subtler expression of the portrait of his then youthful father strangely translated and intermarryingly blended with some before unknown foreign feminineness in one breath memory and prophecy and intuition tell him pierre have no reserves no minuteau cutest possible doubt this being is thy sister thou gazed on thy father's flesh and so thou art my brother shall i call thee pierre he sprang to his feet and caught her in his undoubting arms thou art thou art he felt a faint struggling within his clasp her head drooped against him his whole form was bathed in the flowing glossiness of her long and unimprisoned hair brushing the locks aside he now gazed upon the death-like beauty of the face and caught immortal sadness from it

she seemed as dead as suffocated the death that leaves most unimpaired the latent tranquillities and sweetnesses of the human countenance he would have called aloud for succor but the slow eyes opened upon him and slowly he felt the girl's supineness leaving her and now she recovers herself a little and again he feels her faintly struggling in his arms as if somehow abashed and incredulous of mortal right to hold her so now pierre repents his over-ardent and in cautious one and feels himself all reverence for her tenderly he leads her to a bench within the double casement and sits beside her and waits in silence till the first shock of this encounter shall have left her more composed and more prepared to hold communion with him how feel'st thou now my sister bless thee bless thee again the sweet wild power of the musicalness of the voice and some soft strange touch of foreignness in the accent so it fancifully seemed to pierre thrills through and through his soul he bent and kissed her brow and then feels her hand seeking his and then clasping it without one uttered word all his being is now condensed in that one sensation of the clasping hand he feels it as very small and smooth but strangely hard then he knew that by the lonely labour of her hands his own father's daughter had earned her living in the same world where he himself her own brother had so idly dwelt once more he reverently kissed her brow and his warm breath against it murmured with a prayer to heaven i have no tongue to speak to thee pierre my brother my whole being all my life's thoughts and longings are in endless arrears to thee

then how can i speak to thee were it god's will pierre my utmost blessing now were to lie down and die then should i be at peace bear with me pierre eternally will i do that my beloved isabel speak not to me yet awhile if that seemeth best to thee if that only is possible to thee this thy clasping hand my sister this is now thy tongue to me i know not where to begin to speak to thee pierre and yet my soul or brims in me from my heart's depths i love and reverence and feel for thee backward and forward through all eternity o pierre canst thou not cure in me this dreaminess this bewilderingness i feel my poor head swims and swims and not pause my life cannot last long thus i'm too full without discharge conjure tears from me pier that my heart may not break with the present feeling more death-like to me than all my grief gone by ye thirst-laking evening skies ye hilly-dews and mist distill your moisture here the bolt hath passed why comes not the following shower make her to weep then her head sought his support and big drops fell on him and anon isabel gently slid her head from him and sat a little composedly beside him if thou feelest in endless arrears of thought to me my sister so do i feel toward thee i too scarce know what i should speak to thee but when thou lookest on me my sister

thy beholdest one who in his soul hath taken vows immutable to be to thee in all respects and to the uttermost bounds and possibilities of fate thy protecting and all acknowledging brother not mere sounds of common words but inmost tones of my heart's deepest melodies should now be audible to thee thou speakest to a human thing but something heavenly should answer thee some flutes heard in the air should answer thee for sure thy most un dreamed of accents pier sure they have not been unheard on high blessings that are imageless to all mortal fanciings thee shall be thine for this blessing like to thine doth but recoil and bless homeward to the heart that uttered it i cannot bless thee my sister as thou dost bless thyself and blessing my unworthiness but isabel by still keep present the first wonder of our meeting we shall make our hearts all feebleness let me then rehearse to thee what pierre is what life hitherto he hath been leading and what hereafter he shall lead so thou wilt be prepared nay pierre that is my office thou art first entitled to my tale then if it suit thee thou shalt make me the unentitled gift of thine listen to me now the invisible things will give me string it is not much pierre nor art very marvellous listen then i feel strewed down to utterance now during some brief interleuding silent pauses in their interview thus far pierre had heard a soft slow sad to and fro meditative stepping on the floor above and in the frequent pauses that intermitted the strange story in the following chapter that same soft slow sad to and fro meditative and most melancholy stepping

was again and again audible in the silent room chapter three i never knew a mortal mother the farthest stretch of my life's memory cannot recall one single feature of such a face if indeed mother of mine hath lived she is long gone and cast no shadow on the ground she trod pierre the lips that do now speak to thee never touched a woman's breast i seem not of woman born my first dim life-thoughts cluster round an old half-ruinous house in some region for which i now have no chart to seek it out if such a spot did ever really exist that too seems to have been withdrawn from all the remainder of the earth it was a wild dark house planted in the midst of a round clear deeply sloping space scooped out of the middle of deep stunted pine woods ever i shrunk at evening from peeping out of my window lest the ghostly pines should steal near to me and reach out their grim arms to snatch me into their horrid shadows in summer the forest unceasingly hummed with unconjecturable voices of unknown birds and beasts in winter its deep snows were traced like any paper map with dotting night-tracks of four-footed creatures that even to the sun were never visible and never were seen by man at all in the round open space the dark house stood without one single green twig or leaf to shelter it shadeless shadeless and shelterless in the heart of shade and shelter some of the windows were rudely boarded up with boards nailed straight up and down and those rooms were utterly empty and never were entered though they were doorless

but often from the echoing corridor i gazed into them with fear for the great fireplaces were all in ruins the lower tier of back stones were burnt into one white common crumbling and the black bricks above had fallen upon the hearthes heaped here and there with the still falling soot of long extinguished fires every hearthstone in that house had one long cracked through it every floor drooped at the corners and outside the whole base of the house where it rested on the low foundation of greenish stones was strewn with dull yellow mouldings of the rotting sills no name no scrawled or written thing no book was in the house no one memorial speaking of its former occupants it was dumb as death no gravestone or mount or any little hillock around the house betrayed any past burials of man or child and thus with no trace then to me of its past history thus it hath now entirely departed and perished from my slightest knowledge as to where that house so stood or in what region it so stood none of the house like it have i ever seen but once i saw plates of the outside of french chateau which powerfully recalled its dim image to me especially the two rows of small dormer windows projecting from the inverted hopper roof but that house was of wood and these of stone still sometimes i think that house was not in this country but somewhere in europe perhaps in france but it is all bewildering to me and so you must not start at me for i cannot but talk wildly upon so wild a theme in this house i never saw any living human soul but an old man and woman the old man's face was almost black with age and was one purse of wrinkles his hoary beard always tangled

streaked with dust and earthly crumbs i think in summer he toiled a little in the garden or some spot like that which lay on one side of the house all my ideas are in uncertainty and confusion here but the old man and the old women seem to have fastened themselves indelibly upon my memory i suppose there being the only human things around me then that caused the hold they took upon me they seldom spoke to me but would sometimes of dark gusty nights sit by the fire and stare at me and then mumbled to each other and then stare at me again they were not entirely unkind to me but i repeat they seldom or never spoke to me what words or language they use to each other this it is impossible for me to recall i've often wished to for then i might at least have some additional idea where the house was in this country or somewhere be able to-auched to for then i might at least have some additional idea where the house was in this country or somewhere be beyond the sea and here i ought to say that sometimes i have i know not what sort of vague remembrances of at one time shortly after the period i now speak of chattering in two different childish languages one of which waned in me as the other and latter grew the more of this anon it was the woman that gave me my meals for i did not eat with them once they sat by the fire with a loaf between them and a bottle of some thin sort of reddish wine and i went up to them and asked to eat with them and touched the loaf but instantly the old man made a motion as if to strike me but did not and the woman glaring at me snapped the loaf and threw it into the fire before them i ran frightened from the room and sought a cat which i had often tried to coax into some intimacy but for some strange cause without success but in my frightened loneliness then i sought the cat again

and found her upstairs softly scratching for some hidden thing among the litter of the abandoned fireplaces i called to her for i dared not go into the haunted chamber but she only gazed sideways and unintelligently toward me and continued her noiseless searchings i called again and then she turned round and hissed at me and i ran downstairs still stung with the thought of having been driven away there too i now knew not where to go to rid myself of my loneliness at last i went outside of the house and sat down on a stone but its coldness went up to my heart and i rose and stood on my feet but my head was dizzy i could not stand i fell and knew no more but next morning i found myself in bed in my uncheerable room and some dark bread and a cup of water by me it has only been by a chance that i have told thee this one particular reminiscence of my early life in that house i could tell many more like it but this is enough to show what manner of life i led at that time every day that i then lived i felt all visible sights and all audible sounds growing stranger and stranger and fearful and more fearful to me to me the man and the women were just like the cat none of them would speak to me none of them were comprehensible to me and the man and the woman and the cat were just like the green foundation stones of the house to me i knew not whence they came or what cause they had for being there i say again no living human soul came to the house but the man and the woman but sometimes the old man early trudged away to a road that led through the woods and would not come back till late in the evening he brought the dark bread and the thin reddish wine with him

though the entrance to the wood was not so very far from the door yet he came so slowly and infirmly trudging with his little load that it seemed weary hours on hours between my first descrying him among the trees and his crossing the splintered threshold now the wide and vacant blurrings of my early life thicken in my mind all goes wholly memoryless to me now it may have been that about that time i grew sick with some fever in which for a long interval i lost myself or it may be true which i have heard that after the period of our very earliest recollections then a space intervenes of entire unknowingness followed again by the first dim glimpses of the succeeding memory more or less distinctly embracing all are passed up to that one early gap in it however this may be nothing more can i recall of the house in the wide open space nothing of how at last i came to leave it but i must have been still extremely young then but some uncertain tossing memory have i of being at last in another round open space but immensely larger than the first one and with no encircling belt of woods yet often it seems to me that there were three tall straight things like pine trees somewhere there nigh to me at times and that they fearfully shook and snapped as the old trees used to in the mountain storms and the floors seemed sometimes to droop at the corners still more steeply than the old floors did and changefully drooped too so that i would even seem to feel them drooping under me now too it was that as it sometimes seems to me i first and last chattered in the two childish languages i spoke of a little time ago there seemed people about me some of whom talked one and some the other but i talked both

yet one not so readily as the other and but beginningly as it were still this other was the one which was gradually displacing the former the men who as it sometimes dreamily seems to me at times often climbed the three strange tree-like things they talked i needs must think if indeed i have any real thought about so bodiless a phantom as this is they talked the language which i speak of as at this time gradually waning in me it was a bonny tongue oh seems to me so sparkling gay and lights them just a tongue for a child like me if the child had not been so sad always it was pure children's language pierre so twittering such a chirp in thy own mind thou must now proceed that most of these dim remembrances in me hint vaguely of a ship at sea but all is dim and vague to me scarce know i at any time whether i tell you real things or the unrealest dreams always in me the solidest things melt into dreams and dreams into solidities never have i wholly recovered from the effects of my strangely life this it is that even now this moment surrounds thy visible form my brother with a mysterious mistiness so that a second face and a third face and a fourth face peep at me from within thy own now dim and more dim grows in me all the memory of how thou and i did come to meet i go groping again amid all sorts of shapes which part to me so that i seem to advance through the shapes and yet the shapes have eyes that look at me i turn round and they look at me i step forward and they look at me i step forward and they look look at me let me be silent now do not speak to me chapter four filled with nameless wanderings at this strange being pierre sat mute intensely regarding her half averted aspect

her immense soft tresses of the jeddiest hair had slantingly fallen over her as though a curtain were half drawn from before some saint enshrined to pierre she seemed half unearthly but this unearthly but this unearthed was only her mysteriousness not anything that was repelling or menacing to him and still the low melodies of her far interior voice hovered in sweet echoes in the room and were trodden upon and pressed like gushing grapes by the steady invisible pacing on the floor above she moved a little now and after some strange wanderings more coherently continued my next memory which i think i can in some degree rely upon was yet another house also situated away from human haunts in the heart of a not entirely silent country through this country and by the house wound a green and lagging river that house must have been in some lowland for the first house i spoke of seems to me to have been somewhere among mountains or nearer to mountains the sounds of the far waterfalls i seem to hear them now the steady up-pointed cloud-shapes behind the house in the sunset sky i seem to see them now but this other house this second one or third one i know not which i say again it was in some lowland there were no pines around it few trees of any sort the ground did not slope so steeply as around the first house there were cultivated fields about it and in the distance farm houses and out of all the mountains farm houses and out of the ground and outhouses and cattle and fowls and many objects of that familiar sort this house i am persuaded was in this country on this side of the sea it was a very large house and full of people

but for the most part they lived separately there were some old people in it and there were young men and young women in it some very handsome and there were children in it it seemed a happy place to some of these people many of them were always laughing but it was not a happy place for me but here i may err because of my own consciousness i cannot identify in myself i mean in the memory of my whole foregoing life i say i cannot identify that thing which is called happiness that thing whose token is a laugh or a smile or a silent serenity on the lip i may have been happy but it is not in my conscious memory now nor do i feel a longing for it as though i had never had it my spirit seeks different food from happiness for i think i have a suspicion of what it is i have suffered wretchedness but not because of the absence of happiness and without praying for happiness i pray for peace for motionlessness for the feeling of myself as of some plant absorbing life without seeking it and existing without individual sensation i feel that there can be no perfect peace in individualness therefore i hope one day to feel myself drank up into the pervading spirit animating all things i feel i am an exile here i still go straying yes in thy speech thou smilest but let me be silent again do not answer me when i resume i will not wander so but make short end reverently resolved not to offer the slightest let or hinting hindrance to the singular tale rehearsing to him but to sit passively and receive its marvellous droppings into his soul however long the pauses

and as touching less mystical considerations persuaded that by so doing he should ultimately derive the least nebulous and imperfect account of isabel's history pierre still sat waiting her resuming his eyes fixed upon the girls wonderfully beautiful ear which chancing to peep forth from among her abundant tresses nestled in that blackness like a transparent sea-shell of pearl she moved a little now and after some strange wanderings more coherently continued while the sound of the stepping on the floor above it seemed to cease i have spoken of the second or rather the third spot in my memory of the past as it first appeared to me i mean i've spoken of the people in the house according to my very earliest recallable impression of them but i stayed in that house for several years five six perhaps seven years and during that interval of my stay all things changed to me because i learned more though always dimly some of its occupants departed some changed from smiles to tears some went moping all the day some grew as savages and outrageous and were dragged below by dumb-like men into deep places that i knew nothing of but dismal sounds came through the lower floor groans and clanking fallings as of iron and straw now and then i saw coffins silently at noon day carried into the house and in five minutes time emerge again seemingly heavier than they entered but i saw not who was in them once i saw an immense-sized coffin and wise pushed through a lower window by three men who did not speak and watching i saw it pushed out again and they drove off with it but the night of the night of the night of the night of the night of the night of the night of the night of the night numbers of those invisible persons who thus departed from the house were made good by other invisible persons arriving in close carriages summoned rags and tatters came on foot or rather were driven on foot

once i heard horrible outcries and peeping from my window saw a robust but squalid and distorted man seemingly a peasant tied by cords with four long ends to them held behind by as many ignorant-looking men who with a lash drove the wild squalid being that way toward the house then i heard answering hand-clappings shrieks howls laughter blessings prayers oaths hymns and all audible confusions issuing from all the chambers of the house sometimes there entered the house though only transiently departing within the hour they came people of a then remarkable aspect to me they were very composed of countenance did not laugh did not groan did not weep did not make strange faces did not look endlessly fatigued were not strangely and fantastically dressed in short did not at all resemble any people i had ever seen before except a little like some few of the persons of the house who seem to have authority over the rest these people of a remarkable aspect to me i thought they were strangely demented people composed of countenance but wandering of mind soul composed and bodily wandering and strangely demented people by and by the house seemed to change again or else my mind took in more and modified its first impressions i was lodged upstairs in a little room there was hardly any furniture in the room sometimes i wished to go out of it but the door was locked sometimes the people came and took me out of the room into a much larger and very long room and here i would collectively see many of the other people of the house who seemed likewise brought from distant and separate chambers in this long room they would vacantly roam about and talk vacant talk to to each other some would stand in the middle of the room gazing steadily on the floor for hours together and never stirred but only breathed and gazed upon the floor some would sit crouching in the corner and sit crouching there and only breathe and crouch in the corners

some kept their hands tight on their hearts and went slowly promenading up and down moaning and moaning and moaning to themselves one would say to another feel of it here put thy hand in the brake another would mutter broken broken broken and would mutter nothing but that one word broken but most of them were dumb and could not or would not speak or had forgotten how to speak they were nearly all pale people some had hair white as snow and yet were quite young people some were always talking about hell eternity in god and some of all things as fixedly decreed others would say nay to this and then they would argue but without much conviction either way for once nearly all the people present even the dumb moping people and the sluggish person crouched in the corners nearly all of them laughed once when after a ho's daze loud babbling two of these predestinarian opponents said each to the other thou hast convinced me friend but we are quits for so also have i convinced thee the other way now then let's argue it all over again for still though mutually converted we are still at odds some harangued the wall some apostrophies the air some hissed at the air some la their tongues out at the air some struck the ear some made motions as if wrestling with the air and fell out of the arms of the air panting from the invisible hug now as in the former thing thou must dare this have suspected what manner of place this second or third house was that i then lived in but do not speak the word to me that word is never past my lips even now when i hear the word i run from it when i see it it printed in a book i run from the book the word is wholly unendurable to me who brought me to the house how i came there i do not know i lived a long time in the house that alone i know i say i know but still i am uncertain still pierre still thee oh the dreaminess the bewilderingness it never entirely leaves me let me be still again she leaned away from him she put her small hard hand to her forehead then moved it down very slowly but still hardly over her eyes and kept it there making no other sign and still as death

then she moved and continued her vague tale of terribleness i must be shorter i did not mean to turn off into the mere off shootings of my story here and there but the dreaminess i speak of leads me sometimes and i as impotent then obey the dreamy prompting bear with me now i will be briefer it came to pass at last that there was a contention about me in the house some contention which i heard in the after-rumour only not at the actual time some strangers had arrived or had come in haste being sent for to the house next day they dressed me in new and pretty but still plain clothes and they took me downstairs and out into the air and into a carriage with a pleasant-looking woman a stranger to me and i was driven off a good way two days nearly we drove away stopping somewhere overnight and on the evening of the second day we came to another house and went into it and stayed there this house was a much smaller one than the other and seemed sweetly quiet to me after that there was a beautiful infant in it and this beautiful infant always archly and innocently smiling on me and strangely beckoning me to come and play with it, and be glad with it, and be thoughtless, and be glad and gleeful with it. This beautiful infant first brought me to my own mind, as it were. First made me sensible that I was something different from stones, trees, cats.

First undid in me the fancy that all people were as stones, trees, cats. First fill me with the sweet idea of humanness. First made me aware of the infinite mercifleness and tenderness and beautifulness of humanness. and this beautiful infant first fill me with the dim thought of beauty and equally and at the same time with the feeling of the sadness of the immortleness and universalseness of the sadness i now feel that i should soon have gone stop me now do not let me go that way i owe all things to that beautiful infant oh how i envied it lying in its happy mother's breast and drawing life and gladness and all its perpetual smilingness from that white and smiling breast that infant saved me but still gave me vague desirings now i first began to reflect in my mind to endeavour after the recall but the bewilderingness and the stupor and the torpor and the blackness and the dimness and the vacant whirlingness of the bewilderiness let me be still again and the stepping on the floor above it then resumed chapter v i must have been nine or ten or eleven years old when the pleasant-looking woman carried me away from the large house she was a farmer's wife and now that was my residence the farmhouse they taught me to sew and work with wool and spin the wool i was nearly always busy now this being busy to this it must have been which partly brought to me the power of being sensible of myself as something human

now i began to feel strange differences when i saw a snake trailing through the grass and darting out the far fork from its mouth i said to myself that thing is not human but i am human when the lightning flashed and split some beautiful tree and left it to rot from all its greenness i said that lightning is not human but i am human and so with all other things i cannot speak coherently here but somehow i felt that all good harmless men and women were human things-and-i can not speak coherently here but somehow i felt that all good harmless men and women were human things things placed at cross purposes in a world of snakes and lightnings in a world of horrible and inscrutable in humanities i've had no training of any sort all my thoughts well up in me i know not whether they pertain to the old bewilderings or not but as they are they are and i cannot alter them for i had nothing to do with putting them in my mind and i never affect any thoughts and i never adulterate any thoughts but when i speak think forth from the tongues speech being sometimes before for the thought so often my own tongue teaches me new things now as yet i never had questioned the woman or her husband or the young girls their children why i had been brought to the house or how long i was to stay in the house there i was just as i found myself in the world there i was for what cause i'd been brought into the world would have been no stranger question to me than for what cause i had been brought to the house i knew nothing of myself or anything pertaining to myself i felt my pulse my thought but other things i was ignorant of except the general feeling of my humanness among the inhumanities but as i grew older i expanded in my mind i began to learn things out of me

to see still stranger and minuteer differences i called the woman mother and so did the other girls yet the woman often kissed them but seldom me she always helped them first at table the farmer scarcely ever spoke to me now months years rolled on and the young girls began to stare at me then the bewilderingness of the old staring of the solitary old man and old woman by the cracked hearthstone of the desolate old house in the desolate round open space the bewilderiness of those old staring now returned to me and the green staring and the serpent hissings of the uncompanionable cat recurred to me and the feeling of the infinite forornness of my life rolled over me but the woman was very kind to me she taught the girls now not to be cruel to me, she would call me to her, and speak cheerfully to me, and I thanked not God, for I had been taught no God. I thanked the bright human summer and the joyful human sun in the sky. I thank the human summer and the sun that they had given me the woman. That would sometimes steal away into the beautiful grass, and worship the kind summer and the sun, and often say over to myself the soft words summer and the sun.

still weeks and years ran on and my hair began to veil me with its fullness and its length and now often i heard the word beautiful spoken of my hair and beautiful spoken of myself they would not say the word openly to me but i would be a chance over here them whispering it the word joyed me with the human feeling of it they were wrong not to say it openly to me my joy would have been so much the more assured for the openness of their saying beautiful to me and i know it would have filled me with all conceivable kindness toward everyone. Now I had heard, the word beautiful, whispered, now and then, for some months, when a new being came to the house, they called him gentleman. His face was wonderful to me,

something strangely like it, and yet again unlike it, I had seen before, but where I could not tell. But one day, looking into the smooth water behind the house, there I saw the likeness, something strangely like, and yet unlike the likeness of his face. This filled me with puzzling. the new being the gentleman he was very gracious to me he seemed astonished confounded at me he looked at me then at a very little round picture so it seemed which he took from his pocket and yet concealed from me then he kissed me and looked with tenderness and grief upon me and i felt a tear fall on me from him then he whispered a word into my ear father was the word he whispered the same word by which the young girls call the farmer then i knew it was the word of kindness and of kisses i kissed the gentleman

when he left the house i wept for him to come again and he did come again all called him my father now he came to see me once every month or two till at last he came not at all and when i wept and asked for him they said the word dead to me then the bewilderings of the comings and the goings of the coffins at the large and populous house these bewilderings came over me what was it to be dead what is it to be living wherein is the difference between the words death and life had i been ever dead was i living let me be still again do not speak to me and the stepping on the floor above again it did resume months ran on and now i somehow learned that my father had every now and then sent money to the woman to keep me with her in the house and that no more money had come to her after he was dead the last penny of the former money was now gone now the farmer's wife looked troubledly and painfully at me and the farmer looked unpleasantly and impatiently at me i felt that something was miserably wrong i said to myself i am one too many i must go away from the pleasant house then the bewilderings of all the loneliness and forlornness of all my forlorn and lonely life all these bewilderings and the whelmings of the bewilderings rolled over me and i sat down without the house but could not weep but i was strong and i was a grown girl now i said to the woman keep me hard at work let me work all the time but let me stay with thee but the other girls were sufficient to do the work me me they wanted not the farmer looked out of his eyes at me and the outlookings of his eyes said plainly to me thee we do not want go from us thou art one too many and thou art more than one too many then i said to the woman hire me out to someone let me work for someone but i spread too wide my little story i must make an end the woman listened to me and through her means i went to live at another house and earned wages there my work was milking the cows and making butter

and spinning wool and weaving carpets of thin strips of cloth one day there came to this house a pedlar in his wagon he had a guitar an old guitar yet a very pretty one but with broken strings he had got it slylyly in part exchanged from the servants of a grand house some distance off spite of the broken strings the thing looked very graceful and beautiful to me and i knew there was melodiousness lurking in the thing though i had never seen a guitar before nor heard of one but there was a strange humming in my heart that seemed to prophesy of the humming of the guitar intuitively i knew that the strings were not as they should be i said to the man i will buy of thee the thing thou callest a guitar but thou must put new strings to it so he went to search for them and brought the strings and re-stringing the guitar tuned it for me so with part of my earnings i bought the guitar straightway i took it to my little chamber in the gable and softly laid it on my bed then i murmured sung and murmured to it very lowly very softly i could hardly hear myself and i changed the modulations of my singing and my murmurings and still sung and murmured lowly softly more and more and presently i heard a sudden sound sweet and low beyond all telling was the sweet and sudden sound i clapped my hands the guitar was speaking to me the dear guitar was singing to me murmuring and singing to me the guitar then i sung and murmured to it with a still different modulation and once more it answered me from a different string and once more it murmured to me and it answered to me with a different string the guitar was human the guitar taught me the secret of the guitar the guitar the guitar learned me to play on the guitar no music-master have i ever had but the guitar i made a loving friend of it a harp friend of it it sings to me as i to it love is not all on one side with my guitar all the wonders that are unimaginable and unspeakable all these wonders are translated in the mysterious melodiousness of the guitar

it knows all my past history sometimes it plays to me the mystic visions of the confused large house i never name sometimes it brings to me the bird twitterings in the air and sometimes it strikes up in me rapturous pulsations of legendary delights eternally unexperienced and unknown to me bring me the guitar chapter six entranced lost as one wandering bedazzled and amazed among innumerable dancing lights pierre had motionlessly listened to this abundant haired and large-eyed girl of mystery bring me the guitar starting from his enchantment pierre gazed round the room and saw the instrument leaning against her corner silently he brought it to the girl and silently sat down again now listen to the guitar and the guitar shall sing to thee the sequel of my story for not in words can it be spoken so listen to the guitar instantly the room was populous with sounds of elodiousness and mournfulness and wonderfulness the room swarmed with the unintelligible but delicious sounds the sounds seemed waltzing in the room the sounds hung pendulous light glittering icicles from the corners of the room and fell upon him with a ringing silveryness and were drawn up again to the ceiling and hung pendulous again and dropped down upon him again with the ringing silveryness fire-flies seemed buzzing in the sounds summer lightning seemed vividly yet softly audible in the sounds and still the wild girl played on the guitar and her long dark shower of curls fell over it and veiled it and still out from the veil came the swarming sweetness and the utter unintelligibleness

but the infinite significacies of the sounds of the guitar girl of all bewildering mystery cried pierre speak to me sister if thou indeed canst be a thing that's mortal speak to me if thou be isabel mystery mystery mystery of isabel mystery mystery mystery isabel and mystery among the waltzings and the droppings and the swarming of the sounds pierre now heard the tones above deftly steeply steeply and winding among the myriad serpentinings of the other melody deftly stealing and winding as respected the instrumental sounds but in themselves wonderfully and abandonedly free and bold bounding and rebounding as from multitudinous reciprocal walls while with every syllable the hair shrouded form of isabel swayed to and fro with a like abandonment and suddenness and wantonness then it seemed not like any song seemed not issuing from any mouth but it came forth from beneath the same veil concealing the guitar now a strange wild heat burned upon his brow he put his hand to it instantly the music changed and drooped and changed and changed and changed and lingeringly retreated as it changed and at last was wholly gone pierre was the first to break the silence isabel thou hast filled me with such wonderings i am so distraught with thee that the particular things i had to tell to thee when i hither came these things i cannot now recall to speak them to thee i feel that something is still unsaid by thee which at some other time thou wilt reveal but now i can stay no longer with thee know me eternally as thy loving revering and most marvelling brother who will never desert the isabel

now let me kiss thee and depart till to-morrow night when i shall open to thee all my mind and all my plans concerning me and thee let me kiss thee and adieu as full of unquestioning and unfaltering faith in him the girl set motionless and heard him out then silently rose and turned her boundlessly confiding brow to him he kissed it thrice and without another syllable left the place end of book six book seven of pierre o the ambiguities by hermann melville this libevox recording is in the public domain book seven intermediate between pierre's two interviews with isabel at the farmhouse chapter one not immediately not for a long time could pierre fully or by any approximation realized the scene which he had just departed but the vague revelation was now in him that the visible world some of which before had seemed but too common and prosaic to him and but too intelligible he now vaguely felt that all the world and every misconceivedly common and prosaic thing in it was steeped a million fathoms in a mysteriousness wholly hopeless of solution first the enigmatical story of the girl and the profound sincerity of it and yet the ever accompanying haziness obscurity and almost miraculousness of it first this wonderful story of the girl had displaced all commonness and prosaicness from his soul and then the inexplicable spell of the guitar and the subtleness of the melodious appealings of the few brief words from isabel

sung in the conclusion of the melody all this had bewitched him and enchanted him till he had sat motionless and bending over as a tree transformed and mystery-laden visitant caught and fast-bound in some necromancer's garden but as now burst from these sorceries he hurried along the open road he strove for the time to dispel the misty feeling or at least postpone it for a while until he should have time to rally both body and soul from the more immediate consequences of that day's long fastings and wanderings and that night's never to be forgotten seen he now endeavoured to beat away all thoughts from him but of present bodily needs passing through the silent village he heard the clock till the mid-hour of night hurrying on he entered the mansion by a private door their key of which hung in a secret outer place without undressing he flung himself upon the bed but remembering himself again he rose and adjusted his alarm clock so that it would emphatically repeat the hour of five than to bed again and driving off all intrudings of thoughtfulness and resolutely bending himself to slumber he by and by fell into its at first reluctant but at last welcoming and hospitable arms at five he rose and in the east saw the first spears of the advanced guard of the day it had been his purpose to go forth at that early hour and so avoid all casual contact with any inmate of the mansion and spend the entire day in a second

wandering in the woods as the only fit prelude to the society of so wild a being as his new-found sister isabel but the familiar home sights of his chamber strangely worked upon him for an instant he almost could have prayed isabel back into the wonder world from which she had so slightingly emerged for an instant the fond all understood blue eyes of lucy displace thee as tender but mournful and inscrutable dark glance of isabel he seemed placed between them to choose one or the other then both seemed his but into lucy's eyes there stole half of the mournfulness of isabel's without diminishing hers again the faintness and the long life-weariness benumbed him he left the mansion and put his bare forehead against the restoring wind he re-entered the mansion and adjusted the clock to repeat emphatically the call of seven and then lay upon his bed but now he could not sleep at seven he changed his dress and at half-past eight went below to meet his mother at the breakfast-table having a little before overheard her step upon the stair chapter two he saluted her but she looked gravely and yet alarmedly and then in a sudden illy repressed panic upon him then he knew he must be wonderfully changed but his mother spoke not to him only to return his good morning he saw that she was deeply offended with him on many accounts moreover that she was vaguely frightened about him

and finally that notwithstanding all this her stung pride conquered all apprehensiveness in her and he knew his mother well enough to be very certain that though he should unroll a magician's parchment before her now she would verbally express no interest and seek no explanation from him nevertheless he could not entirely abstain from testing the power of her reserviness i've been quite an absentee sister mary said he with ill-affected pleasantness yes pierre how does the coffee suit you this morning it is some new coffee it is very nice very rich and odorous sister mary i am glad you find it so pierre why don't you call me brother pierre have i not called you so well then brother pierre is that better why do you look so indifferently and icily upon me sister mary do i look indifferently and icily then i will endeavour to look otherwise then i will endeavour to look otherwise give me the toast there pierre you are very deeply offended at me my dear mother not in the slightest degree pierre have you seen lucy lately i've not my mother ah a bit of salmon pierre you are too proud to show toward me what you are this moment feeling my mother mrs glendinning slowly rose to her feet and her full stature of womanly beauty and majesty stood imposingly over him tempt me no more pierre i will ask no secret from thee all shall be voluntary between us as it ever has been until very lately or all shall be nothing between us beware of me pierre there lives not that being in the world of whom thou hast more reason to beware so you continue but a little longer to act thus with me she reseated herself and spoke no more pierre kept silence and after snathing

a few mouthfuls if he knew not what silently quitted the table and the room and the mansion chapter three as the door of the breakfast-room closed upon pierre mrs glendinning rose her fork unconsciously retained in her hand presently as she paced the room in deep rapid thought she became conscious of something strange in her grasp and without looking at it to mark what it was was impulsively flung it from her a dashing noise was heard and then a quivering she turned and hanging by the side of pierre's portrait she saw her own smiling picture pierced through and the fork whose silver times had caught in the painted bosom vibratingly rankled in the wound she advanced swiftly to the picture and stood intrepidly before it yes thou art stabbed but the wrong hand stabbed thee this should have been thy silver blow turning to pierre's portrait face pierre pier thou hast stabbed me with a poisoned point i feel my blood chemically changing in me i the mother of the only sir named glendinning i feel now as though i had borne the last of a swiftly to be extinguished race for swiftly to be extinguished is that race whose only air but so much as impends upon a deed of shame and some deed of shame or something most dubious and most dark is in thy soul or else some belying spectre with a cloudy shamefaced front sat at yon's seat but now what can it be pierre unbosom smile not so lightly upon my heavy grief answer what is it boy can it can it no yes surely can it it it cannot be

but he was not at lucy's yesterday nor was she here and she would not see me when i called what can this bode but not a mere broken match broken as lovers sometimes break to mend the break with joyful tears so soon again not a mere broken match can break my proud heart so if that indeed be part it is not all but no no no it cannot cannot be he would not could not do so mad so impious a thing it was a most surprising face though i confessed it not to him nor even hinted that i saw it but no no no it cannot be such young peerlessness and such humbleness can not have an honest origin lilies are not stalked on weeds though polluted they sometimes may stand among them she must be both poor and vile some chance blow of a splendid worthless rake doomed to inherit both parts of her infecting portion vileness and beauty no i will not think it of him but what then sometimes i have feared that my pride would work me some woe incurable by closing both my lily lips and varnishing all my front where i perhaps ought to be wholly in the melted and invoking mood but who can get at one's own heart to mend it write one's self against another that one may sometimes do but when that other is one's own self these ribs forbid then i will live my nature out i will stand on pride i will not budge let come what will i shall not half-way run to meet it to beat it off shall a mother abase

herself before her stripling boy let him tell me of himself or let him slide adown chapter four pierre plunged deep into the woods and paused not for several miles paused not till he came to a remarkable stone or rather smoothed mass of rock huge as a barn which wholly isolated horizontally was yet sweepingly overarched by beech trees and chestnuts it was shaped something like a lengthened egg but flattened more and at the ends pointed more and yet not pointed but irregularly wedge-shaped somewhere near the middle of its under side there was a lateral ridge and an obscure point of this ridge rested on a second lengthwise sharpened rock slightly protruding from the ground beside that one obscure and minute point of contact the whole enormous and most ponderous mass touched not another object in the wide terraquia's world it was a breathless thing to see one broad haunched and hovered within an inch of the soil all along to the point of teetering contact but yet touched not the soil many feet from that beneath one part of the opposite end which was all seamed and half-rivened the vacancy was considerably larger so as to make it not only possible but convenient to admit a crawling man yet no mortal being had ever been known to have the intrepid heart to crawl there it might well have been the wonder of all the country round but strange to tell though hundreds of cottage hearthstones were of long winter evenings both old men smoke their pipes and young men sheled their corn surrounded it at no very remote distance yet had the youthful peer been the first known publishing discoverer of this stone

which he had thereupon fancifully christened the memnon stone possibly the reason why this singular object had so long remained unblazoned to the world was not so much because it had never before been lighted on though indeed both belgium and topped by the dense deep luxuriance of the aboriginal forest it lay like captain kidd sunken hall in the gorge of the river hudson's highlands its crown being full eight fathoms under high foliage mark during the great spring tide of foliage and besides this the cottagers had no special motive for visiting its more immediate vicinity at all their timber and fuel being obtained from more accessible woodlands as because even if any of the simple people should have chanced to have beheld it they in their hoodwinked unappreciativeness would not have accounted it any very marvellous sight and therefore would never have thought it worth their while to publish it abroad so that in real truth they might have seen it and yet afterward have forgotten so inconsiderable a circumstance in short this wondrous memnon stone could be no memnon stone to them nothing but a huge stumbling-block deeply to be regretted as a vast prospective obstacle in the way of running a handy little cross-road through that wild part of the manor now one day while reclining near its flank and intently eyeing it and thinking how surprising it was that in so long settled a country he should have been the first discerning and appreciative person to light upon such a great natural curiosity pierre happened to brush aside several successive layers of old gray-haired close-crop nappy moss and beneath to his no small amazement he saw rudely hammered in the rock some half-obliterated initials s ye w

then he knew that ignorant of the stone as all the simple country round might immemorial have been yet was not himself the only human being who had discovered that marvellous impending spectacle but long and long ago in quite another age the stone had been beheld in its wonderful fully appreciated as the painstaking initials seemed to testify by some departed man who were he now alive might possibly wag a beard old as the most venerable oak of centuries growth but who who in mathusla's name who might have been this s ye w pierre pondered long but could not possibly imagine for the initials in their antiqueness seemed to point to some period before the era of columbus's discovery of of the hemisphere happening in the end to mention the strange matter of these initials to a white-haired old gentleman his city kinsman who after a long and richly varied but unfortunate life had at last found great solace in the old testament which he was continually studying with ever-increasing admiration this white-haired old kinsman after having learnt all the particulars about the stone its bulk its height the precise angle of its critical impending and all that and then after much-belonged cogitation upon it and several long-drawn sighs and aged looks of horror significance and reading certain verses in ecclesiastes after all these tedious preliminaries this not at all to be hurried white-haired old kinsman had laid his tremulous hand upon pierre's firm young shoulder and slowly whispered boy tis solomon the wise pierre could not repress a merry laugh at this wonderfully diverted by what seemed to him so queer in crotchety a conceit which he imputed to the alleged dotage of his venerable kinsman who he well knew had once maintained that the old scriptural offer was somewhere on our northern sea-coast so no wonder the old gentleman should fancy that king solomon might have taken a trip as a sort of

amateur supercargo of some tyre or sidon gold ship across the water and happen to light on the memnon stone while rambling about with bow and quiver shooting partridges but merriment was by no means pierre's usual mood when thinking of this stone much less when seated in the woods he in the profound significance of that deep forest silence viewed its marvellous impending's a flitting conceit had often cost him that he would like nothing better for a headstone than this same imposing pile at which at times during the soft swings of the surrounding foliage there seemed to lurk some mournful and lamenting plaint as for some sweet boy long since departed in the antediluvian time not only might this stone well have been the wonder of the simple country round but it might well have been its terror sometimes wrought to a mystic mood by contemplating its ponderous inscrutableness pierre had called it the terror stone few could be bribed to climb its giddy height and crawl out upon its more hovering end it seemed as if the dropping of one seed from the beak of the smallest blind bird were toppled the immense mass over crashing against the trees it was a very familiar thing to pierre he had often climbed it by placing long poles against it and so creeping up to where it sloped in little crumbling stepping-places or by climbing high up the neighboring beaches and then lowering himself down upon the forehead-like summit by the elastic branches but never had he been fearless enough or rather foolhardy enough it may be to crawl on the ground beneath the vacancy of the higher end that spot first menaced by the terrace stone should it ever really topple chapter v yet now advancing steadily and despite some interior predetermination and eyeing the mass unfalteringly

he then threw himself prone upon the woods last year's leaves and slid himself straight into the horrible interspace and lay there as dead he spoke not for speechless thoughts were in him these gave place at last to things less and less unspeakable till at last from beneath the very brow of the beetlings and the menacings of the terror-stone came the audible words of pierre if the miseries of the undisclosable things in me shall ever unhorse me from my manhood's seat if to vow myself all virtues and all truths be but to make a trembling distrusted slave of me if life is to prove a burden i cannot bear without ignominious cringings if indeed our actions are all foreordained and we are russian serfs to fate if invisible devils do titter at us when we most nobly strive if life be a cheating dream and virtue as unmeaning and unsequed with any blessing as the midnight mirth of wine if by sacrificing myself for duty's sake my own mother re-sacrifices me if duty's self be but a bugbear and all things are allowable and unpunishable to man then do thou mute massiveness fall on me ages thou hast waited and if these things be thus then wait no more for whom better canst thou crush than him who now lies here invoking thee a down darting bird all songs swiftly lighted on the unmoved and eternally immovable balancings of the terrace stone and cheerfully chirped to pierre the tree-boughs bent and waved to the rushes of a sudden balmy wind and slowly pierre crawled forth and stood heartily upon his feet as he owed thanks to none and went his moody way chapter six

when in his imaginative ruminating moods of early youth pierre had christened the wonderful stone by the old resounding name of memnon he had done so merely from certain associative remembrances of that egyptian marvel of which all eastern travellers speak and when the fugitive thought had long ago entered him of desiring that same stone for his headstone when he should be no more than he had only yielded to one of those innumerable fanciful notions tinged with dreamy painless melancholy which are frequently suggested to the mind of a poetic boy but in after times when placed in far different circumstances from those surrounding him at the meadows pierre pondered on the stone and his young thoughts concerning it and later his desperate act in crawling under it then an immense significance came to him and the long-past unconscious movements of his then youthful heart seemed now prophetic to him and allegorically verified by the subsequent event for not to speak of the other and subtler meanings which lie crouching behind the colossal haunches of this stone regarded as the menacingly impending terror stone hidden to all the simple cottagers but revealed to pier consider its aspects as the memnon stone for memnon was that dewy royal boy son of aurora and born king of egypt who with enthusiastic rashness flinging himself on another's account into a rightful quarrel fought hand to hand with his overmatch and met his boyish and most over death beneath the walls of troy his wailing subjects built a monument in egypt to commemorate his untimely fate touched by the breath of the bereaved aurora every sunrise that statue gave forth a mournful broken sound as of a harp-string suddenly sundered being too harshly wound

herein lies an unsummed world of grief for in this plaintive fable we find embodied the hamletism of the antique world the hamletism of three thousand years ago the flower of virtue cropped by a too rare mischance and the english tragedy is but egyptian memnon montaenized and modernized for being but a mortal man shakespeare had his fathers too the memnon statue survives down to this present day so does that nobly striving but ever shipwrecked character in some royal youths for both memnon and hamlet were the sons of kings of which that statue is the melancholy type but memnon's sculptured woes did once melodiously resound now all is mute fit emblem that of old poetry was a consecration and an obsequy to all hapless modes of human life but in a bantering barren and prosaic heartless age aurora's music moan is lost among our drifting sands which whelm alike the monument and the dirge chapter seven as pierre went on through the woods all thoughts now left him but those investing isabel he strove to condense her mysterious haze into some definite and comprehensible shape he could not but infer that the feeling of the wilderness which she had so often hinted of during their interview had caused her continually to go aside from the straight line of her narration and finally to end it in an abrupt and enigmatical obscurity but he also felt assured that as this was entirely unintended and now doubtless regretted by herself so their coming second interview would help to clear up much of this mysteriousness

considering that the elapsing interval would do much to tranquillize her and rally her into less of wonderfulness to him he did not therefore so much accuse his unthinkingness in naming the postponing hour he had for indeed looking from the morning down the vista of the day it seemed as indefinite and interminable to him he could not bring himself to confront any face or house a plod field any sign of tillage the rotted stump of a long-felt pine the slightest passing trace of man was uncongenial and repelling to him likewise in his own mind all remembrances and imaginings that had to do with the common and general humanity had become for the time in the most singular manner distasteful to him still while thus loathing all that was common in the two different worlds that without and that within nevertheless even the most withdrawn and subtlest region of his own essential spirit pierre could not now find one single agreeable twig of thought whereon to perch his weary soul men in general seldom suffer from this utter pauperism of the spirit if god hath not blessed them with incurable frivolity men in general have still some secret thing of self-conceit or virtuous gratulation men in general have always done some small self-sacrificing deed for some other man and so in those now and then recurring hours of despondent lassitude which must at various and differing intervals overtake almost every civilized human being such persons straightway bethink them of their one or two or three small self-sacrificing things and suck respite consolation and more or less compensating deliciousness from it but with men of self disdainful spirits in whose chosen souls heaven itself hath by a primitive persuasion unindocrinally fixed that most true christian doctrine of the utter nothingness of good works the casual remembrance of their benevolent well-doons does never distill one drop of comfort for them

even as in harmony with the correlative scripture doctrine the recalling of their outlived errors and mysties conveys to them no slightest pang or shadow of reproach though the cluedifying mysteriousness of isabel's narration did now for the time in this particular mood of his put on a repelling aspect to our peer yet something must occupy the soul of man and isabel was nearest to him then and isabel he thought of at first with great discomfort and with pain but anon for heaven eventually rewards the resolute and dutious thinker with lessening repugnance and at last with still increasing willingness and congenial now he recalled his first impressions here and there while she was rehearsing to him her wild tale he recalled the swift but mystical corroborations in his own mind and memory which by shedding another twinkling light upon her history had but increased its mystery while at the same time remarkably substantiating it her first recallable recollection was of an old deserted chateau-like house in a strange french-like country which she dimly imagined to be somewhere beyond the sea did not this surprisingly correspond with certain natural inferences to be drawn from his aunt dorothea's account of the disappearance of the french young lady yes the french young lady's disappearance on this side the water was only contingent upon her reappearance on the other then he shuddered as he darkly pictured the possible sequel of her life and the resting from her of her infant and its immurement in the savage mountain wilderness but isabel had also vague impressions of herself crossing the sea recrossing emphatically thought pierre as he pondered on the unbidden conceit that she had probably first unconsciously and smuggledly crossed it hidden beneath her sorrowing mother's heart

but in attempting to draw any inferences from what he himself had ever heard for a coinciding proof or elucidation of this assumption of isabel's actual crossing the sea at so tender an age here pierre felt all the inadequateness of both his own and isabel's united knowledge to clear up the profound mysteriousness of her early lights to the certainty of this irremovable obscurity he bowed himself and strove to dismiss it from his mind as worse than hopeless so also in a good degree did he endeavour to drive out of him isabel's reminiscence of the to her unnameable large house from which she had been finally removed by the pleasant woman in the coach this episode in her life about all other things was most cruelly suggestive to him as possibly involving his father in the privity to a thing at which peers in most soul fainted with amazement and abhorrence here the helplessness of all for the light and the eternal impossibility of logically exonerating his dead father in his own mind from the liability to this and many other of the blackest self-insincipated suppositions all this came over pierre with a power so infernal and intense that it could only have proceeded from the unretarded malice of the evil one himself but subtly and wantonly as the conceits stole into him pierre as subtly opposed them and with the hue and cry of his whole indignant soul pursued them forth again into the wide tartarian realm from which they had emerged the more and the more that pierre revolved the story of isabel in his mind so much the more he amended his original idea that much of its obscurity would depart upon a second interview

he saw or seemed to see that it was not so much isabel who had by her wild idiosyncrasies mystified the narration of her history as it was the essential and unavoidable mystery of her history itself which had invested isabel with such wonderful enigmas to him chapter eight the issue of these reconsiderings was the conviction that all he could now reasonably anticipate from isabel in further disclosure on the subject of her life were some few additional particulars bringing it down to the present moment and also possibly filling out the latter portion of what she had already revealed to him nor here could he persuade himself that she would have much to say isabel had not been so digressive and withholding as he had thought what more indeed could she now have to impart except by what strange means she had at last come to find her brother out and the dreary recital of how she had pecuniarily wrestled with her destitute condition how she had come to leave one place of toiling refuge for another till now he found her in humble servitude at farmer uvers is it possible then thought pierre that there lives a human creature in this common world of every days whose whole history may be told in little less than two score words and yet embody in that smallness of fadlemless fountain of ever-welling mystery is it possible after all that spite of bricks and shaven faces this world we live in is brimmed with wonders and i and all mankind beneath our garbs of commonplaceness conceal amygmas that the stars themselves and perhaps the highest there of them cannot resolve the intuitively certain however literally unproven fact of isabel's sisterhood to him was a link that he now felt binding him to a before unimagined and endless chain of wondering

his very blood seemed to flow through all his arteries with unwonted subtleness when he thought that the same tide flowed through the mystic veins of isabel all his occasional pangs of dubiousness as to the grand governing thing of all the reality of the physical relationship only would coil back upon him with added tribute of both certainty and insolubleness she is my sister my own father's daughter well why do i believe it the other day i had not so much as heard the remotest rumour of her existence and what has since occurred to change me what so new and incontestable vouchers have i handled not at all but i have seen her well granted i might have seen a thousand other girls whom i had never seen before but for that i would not own any one among them for my sister but the portrait the chair portrait pierre think of that but that was painted before isabel was born what can that portrait have to do with isabel it is not the portrait of isabel it is my father's portrait and yet my mother swears it is not he now alive as he was to all these searching argumentative itemisings of the minutest known facts anyway bearing upon the subject and yet at the same time persuaded strong as death that in spite of them isabel was indeed his sister how could pierre naturally poetic and therefore piercing as he was how could he fail to acknowledge the existence of that all controlling and all permeating wonderfulness which when imperfectly and isolatedly recognized by the generality is so significantly dominated the finger of god but it is not merely the finger it is the whole outspread hand of god for doth not scripture intimate that he holdeth all of us in the hollow of his hand

a hollow truly still wandering through the forest its eye pursuing its ever-shifting shadowy vistas remote from all visible haunts and traces of that strangely willful race who in the sordid traffickers of clay and mud are ever seeking to denationalize the natural heavenliness of their souls there came into the mind of pure thoughts and fancies never imbibed within the gates of towns but only given forth by the atmosphere of primeval forests which with the eternal ocean are the only unchanged general objects remaining to this day from those that originally met the gaze of adam for so it is that the apparently most inflammable or evaporable of all earthly things wood and water are in this view immensely the most endurable now all his ponderings however excursive wheeled round isabel as their scented and back to her they came again from every excursion and again derive some new small germs for wonderment. The question of time occurred to Pierre. How old was Isabel? According to all reasonable inferences from the presumed circumstances of her life, she was his elder, certainly, though, by uncertain years, yet her whole aspect was that of more than childlikeness. Nevertheless, not only did he feel his muscular superiority to her, so to speak, which made him

spontaneously alive to a feeling of elderly protectingness over her. Not only did he experience the thoughts of superior world acquaintance and general culture of knowledge, but spite of reason's self, and irrespective of all mere computings, he was conscious of a feeling which independently pronounced him her senior end point of time, and Isabella child of everlasting youngness. This strange, though, strong conceit of his mysterious persuasion, doubtless had its untraced and but little suspected origin in his mind from ideas born of his devout meditations upon the artless impantilness of her face

which though profoundly mournful in the general expression yet did not by any means for that cause lose one wit in its singular infantileness as the faces of real infants in their earliest visibleness do oft-times wear a look of deep and endless sadness but it was not the sadness nor indeed strictly speaking the infantileness of the face of isabah which so singularly impressed him with the idea of her original and changeless youthfulness it was something else yet something which entirely eluded him imaginatively exalted by the willing suffrages of all mankind into higher and pure realms than men themselves inhabit beautiful women those of them at least who are beautiful in soul as well as body do notwithstanding the relentless law of earthly fleetingness still seem for a long interval mysteriously exempt from the incantations of decay for as the outward loveliness touch by touch departs the interior beauty touch by touch replaces that departing bloom with charms which underivable from earth possessed the ineffaceableness of stars else why at the age of sixty have some women held in the strongest bonds of love and fealty men young enough to be their grandsons and why did all seducing nignon unintendingly break scores of hearts at seventy it is because of the perennalness of womanly sweetness out from the infantile yet eternal mournfulness of the face of isabel there looked on pierre that angelic childlikeness which our saviour hints is the one only investiture of translated souls for of such even of little children is the other world now unending as the wonderful rivers which once bathed the feet of the primeval generations

and still remain to flow fast by the graves of all succeeding men and by the beds of all now living unending ever-flowing ran through the soul of pierre fresh and fresher further and still further thoughts of isabel but the more his thoughtful river ran the more mysteriousness it floated to him and yet the more certainty that the mysteriousness was unchangeable in her life there was an unraveled plot and he felt that unravelled it would eternally remain to him no slightest hope or dream had he that what was dark and mournful in her would ever be cleared up into some coming atmosphere of light and mirth like all youths pierre had conned his novel lessons had read more novels than those persons of his years but their false inverted attempts at systemizing eternally unsystemizable elements their audacious intermeddling impotency in trying to unravel and spread out and classify the more thin than gossamer threads which make up the complex web of life these things over pierre had no power now straight through their helpless miserableness he pierced the one sensational truth in him transfixed like beetles all the speculative lies in them he saw that human life doth truly come from that which all men are agreed to call by the name of god and that it partakes of the unravelable inscrutable inscrutable resentment he saw that not always doth life's beginning gloom and conclude in gladness that wedding bells peal not ever in the last scene of life's fifth act that while the countless tribes of common novels laboriously spin veils of mystery only to complacently clear them up at last and while the countless tribe of common dramas do but repeat the same yet the profounder emanations of the human mind

intended to illustrate all that can be humanly known of human life these never unravel their own intricacies and have no proper endings but in imperfect unanticipated and disappointing sequels as mutilated stumps hurried to abrupt intermptes intermergings with the eternal tides of time and fate so pierre renounced all thought of ever having isabel's dark lantern illuminated to him her light was litted and the lid was locked nor did he feel a pang at this by posting hither and thither among the reminiscences of his family and craftily interrogating his remaining relatives on his father's side he might possibly rake forth some few small grains of dubious and most unsatisfying things which were he that way strongly bent would only serve the more hopelessly to cripple him in his practical he determined to pry not at all into this sacred problem for him now the mystery of isabel possessed all the bewitchingness of the mysterious vault of night whose very darkness evokes the witchery the thoughtful river still ran on in him and now it floated still another thing to him though the letter of isabel gushed with all a sister's sacred longings to embrace her brother and in the most abandoned terms painted the anguish of her lifelong estrangement from him and though in effect it took boughs to this that without his continual love and sympathy further life for her was only fit to be thrown into the nearest unfathened pool or rushing stream yet when the brother and sister had encountered according to the said appointment none of these impassionediments had been repeated she had more than thrice thank god and most earnestly blessed himself that now he had come near to her in her loneliness but no gesture of common and customary sisterly affection

nay from his embrace had she not struggled nor kissed him once nor had he kissed her except when the salute was solely sought by him now pierre began to see mysteries interpired with mysteries and mysteries eluding mysteries and began to seem to see the mere imaginariness of the so supposed solidest principle of human association fate had done this thing for them fate had separated the brother and the sister till to each other they somehow seemed so not at all sister shrank not from their brother's kisses and pierre felt that never never would he be able to embrace isabel with the mere brotherly embrace while the thought of any other caress which took of any domesticness was entirely vacant from his uncontaminated soul for it had never consciously intruded there therefore forever unsistered for him by the stroke of fate and apparently forever and twice removed from the remotest possibility of that love which had drawn him to his lucy yet still the object of the ardentest and deepest emotions of his soul therefore to him isabel wholly soared out of the realms of mortals of mortals and for him became transfigured in the highest heaven of uncorrupted love end of book seven book eight of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liberoix recording is in the public domain the second interview at the farmhouse and the second part of the story of isabel their immediate impulsive effect upon pierre one his second interview with isabel was more satisfying but none the less affecting and mystical than the first though in the beginning to his no small surprise it was far more strange and embarrassing

as before isabel herself admitted him into the farm-house and spoke no word to him till they were both seated in the room of the double casement and himself had first addressed her if pierre had any way predetermined how to deport himself at the moment it was to manifest by some outward token the utmost affection for his sister but her rapt silence and that atmosphere of unearthliness which invested her now froze him to his seat his arms refused to open his lips refused to meet in the fraternal kiss while all the while his heart was overflowing with the deepest love and he knew for well that his presence was inexpressibly grateful to the girl never did love and reverence so intimately react and blend never did pity so join with wonder in casting a spell upon the movements of his body and impeding him in its command after a few embarrassed words from pierre and a brief reply a pause ensued during which not only was the slow soft stepping overhead quite audible as at intervals on the night before but also some slight domestic sounds were heard from the adjoining room and noticing the unconsciously interrogating expression of pierre's face isabel thus spoke to him i feel my brother that thou dost appreciate the peculiarity and the mystery of my life and of myself and therefore i am at rest concerning the possibility of thy misconstruing any of my actions

it is only when people refuse to admit the uncommonness of some persons and the circumstances surrounding them that erroneous conceits are nourished and their feelings pained my brother if ever i shall seem reserved and unembracing to thee still thou must ever trust the heart of isabel and permit no doubt to cross thee there my brother the sounds thou hast just overheard in yonder room have suggested to thee interesting questions connected with myself do not speak i fervently understand thee i will tell thee upon what terms i have been living here and how it is that i a hired person am enabled to receive thee in this seemly privacy for as thou mayest very readily imagine this room is not my own and this reminds me also that i have yet some few further trifling things to tell thee respecting the circumstances which have ended in bestowing upon me so angelical a brother i cannot retain that word said pierre with earnest lowness and drawing a little nearer to her of right it only pertains to her of right it only pertains to thee my brother i will now go on and tell thee all that i think thou couldst wish to know in addition to what was so dimly rehearsed last night some three months ago the people of the distant farmhouse where i was then staying broke up their household and departed for some western country

no place immediately presented itself where my services were wanted but i was hospitably received at an old neighbor's heart and most kindly invited to tarry there till some employ should offer but i did not wait for chance to help me my inquiries resulted in ascertaining this sad story of deli ulver and that through the fate which had overtaken her her aged parents were not only plunged into the most poignant grief but were deprived of the domestic help of an only daughter a circumstance whose deep discomfort cannot be easily realized by persons who have always been ministered to by servants though indeed my natural mood if i may call it so for want of a better term was strangely touched by thinking that the misery of delhi should be the source of benefit to me yet this had no practically operative effect upon me my most inmost and truest thoughts seldom had and so i came hither and my hands will testify that i did not come entirely for naught now my brother since thou didst leave me yesterday i have felt no small surprise that thou didst not then seek from me how and when i came to learn the name of glendinning as so closely associated with myself and how i came to know saddle meadows to be the family seat and how i at last resolved upon addressing thee and none other and to what may be attributed that very memorable scene in the sewing circle at the miss pennies i have myself been wondering at myself that these things should hitherto have so entirely absented themselves from my mind responded pey's

here but truly isabel thy all-abounding hair falls upon me with some spell which dismisses all ordinary considerations from me and leaves me only sensible to the nubian power in thine eyes but go on and tell me everything and anything i desire to know all isabel and yet nothing which thou wilt not voluntarily disclose i feel that already i know the pith of all that already i feel toward thee to the very limit of all and that whatever remains for thee to tell me can but corroborate and confirm so go on my dearest i my only sister isabel fixed her wonderful eyes upon him with a gaze of long impassionment then rose suddenly to her feet and advanced swiftly toward him but more suddenly paused and resee seated herself in silence and continued so for a time with her head averted from him and mutely resting on her hand gazing out of the open casement upon the soft heat lightning occasionally revealed there she resumed chapter two my brother thou wilt remember that certain part of my story which in reference to my more childish years spent remote from here introduced the gentlemen my yes our father pierre i cannot describe to thee for indeed i do not myself comprehend how it was that though at the time i sometimes called him my father and the people of the house also called him so sometimes when speaking of him to me yet partly i suppose because of the extraordinary secludedness of my previous life i did not then join in my mind with the word father all those peculiarly

peculiar associations which the term ordinarily inspires in children the word father only seemed a word of general love and endearment to me little or nothing more it did not seem to involve any claims of any sort one way or the other i did not ask the name of my father for i could have had no motive to hear him named except to individualize the person who was so peculiarly kind to me and individualized in that way he already was since he was generally called by us the gentleman and sometimes my father as i have no reason to suppose that had i then or afterward questioned the people of the house as to what more particular name my father went by in the world they would have it all disclosed it to me and indeed since for certain singular reasons i now feel convinced that on that point they were pledged to secrecy i do not know that i ever would have come to learn my father's name and by consequence ever have learned the least shade or shadow of knowledge as to you pierre or any of your kin had it not been for the merest little accident which early revealed it to me though at the moment i did not know the value of that knowledge the last time my father visited the house he chanced to leave his handkerchief behind him it was the farmer's wife who first discovered it she picked it up and fumbling at it a moment as if rapidly examining the corners tossed it to me saying here isabel here is the good gentleman's handkerchief keep it for him now till he comes to see little bell again gladly i caught the handkerchief and put it into my bosom it was a white one and upon closely scanning it was a white one and upon closely scanning

it i found a small line of fine faded yellowish writing in the middle of it at that time i could not read either print or writing so i was none the wiser then but still some secret instinct told me that the woman would not so freely have given me the handkerchief had she known there was any writing on it i forbore questioning her on the subject i waited till my father should return to secretly question him the handkerchief had become dusty by lying on the uncarpeted floor i took it to the brook and washed it and laid it out on the grass where none would chance to pass and i ironed it under my little apron so that none would be attracted to it to look at it again but my father never returned so in my grief the handkerchief became the more and the more endeared to me it absorbed many of the secret tears i wept in memory and the memory of my dear departed friend whom in my childlike ignorance i then equally called my father and the gentleman but when the impression of his death became a fixed thing to me then again i washed and dried and ironed a precious memorial of him and put it away where none should find it but myself and resolved never more to soil it with my tears and i folded it in such a manner that the name was invisibly buried in the heart of it and it was like opening a book and turning over many blank leaves before i came to the mysterious writing which i knew should be one day read by me without direct help from any one now i resolved to learn my letters and learn to read in order that of myself i might learn the meaning of those faded character

no other purpose but that only one did i have in learning them to read i easily induced the woman to give me my little teachings and being uncommonly quick and moreover most eager to learn i soon mastered the alphabet and went on to spelling and by and by to reading and at last to the complete deciphering of the talismanic word glendinning i was yet very ignorant glendinning thought i what is that it sounds something like gentlemen glendineng just as many syllables as gentlemen and g it begins with the same letter yes it must mean my father i will think of him by that word now i will not think of the gentleman but of glendinning when at last i removed from that house and went to another and still another and as i still grew up and thought more to myself that word was ever humming in my head i saw it would only prove the key to more but i repressed all undue curiosity if any such has ever filled my breast i would not ask of any one who it was that had been glendinning where he had lived whether ever any other girl or boy had called him father as i had done i resolved to hold myself in perfect patience as somehow mystically certain that fate would at last disclose to me of itself and at the suitable time whatever fate thought it best for me to know but now my brother i must go aside a little for a moment hand me the guitar surprised and rejoiced thus far at the unanticipated newness and the sweet lucidness and simplicity

of isabel's narrating as compared with the obscure and marvellous revelations of the night before and all eager for her to continue her story in the same limpid manner but remembering into what a wholly tumultuous and unearthly frame of mind the melodies of her guitar had formerly thrown him pierre now in handing the instrument to isabel could not entirely restrain something like a look of half regret accompanied rather strangely with a half-smile of gentle humour it did not pass unnoticed by his sister who receiving the guitar looked up into his face with an expression which or almost have been arch and playful were it not for the ever abiding shadows cast from her infinite hair into her unfathomed eyes and and redoubledly shot back again from them do not be alarmed my brother and do not smile at me i am not going to play the mystery of isabel to thee to-night draw nearer to me now hold the light near to me so saying she loosened some ivory screws of the guitar so as to open out peep lengthwise through its interior now hold it thus my brother thus and see what thou wilt see but wait one instant till i hold the lamp so saying as pierre held the instrument before him as directed isabel held the lamp so as to cast its light through the round sounding-hole into the heart of the guitar now pierre now eagerly pierre did as he was bid but somehow felt disappointed and yet surprised at what he saw he saw the word isabel quite legibly but still fatally gilded upon a part of one side of the interior where it made a projecting curve a very curious place thou hast chosen isabel wherein to have the ownership of the guitar engraved how did ever any person get in there to do it i should like to know the girl looked surprisingly at him a moment then took the instrument from him and looked into it herself

she put it down and continued i see my brother thou dost not comprehend when one knows every thing about any object one is too apt to suppose that the slightest hint will suffice to throw it quite as open to any other person i did not have the name gilded there my brother how cried pierre the name was gilded there when i first got the guitar though then i did not know it the guitar must have been exposed made for someone by the name of isabel because the lettering could only have been put there before the guitar was put together go on hurry said pierre yes one day after i had owned it a long time a strange wind came into me thou knowest that it is not at all uncommon for children to break their dearest playthings in order to gratify a half-crazy curiosity of find out what is in the hidden heart of them so it is with children sometimes and pierre i have always been and feel that i must always continue to be a child though i should grow to three school years and ten seized with this sudden wind i unscrewed the part i showed thee and peeped in and saw isabel now i have not yet told thee that from as early a time as i can remember i have nearly always gone by the name of bell and at the particular time i now speak of my knowledge of general and trivial matters was sufficiently advanced to make it quite a familiar thing to me that bell was often a diminutive for isabella or isabel it was therefore no very strange affair that considering my age and other connected circumstances at the time i should have instinctively associated the word isabel found in the guitar with my own abbreviated name and so

be led into all sorts of fancyings they return upon me now do not speak to me she leaned away from him toward the occasionally illuminated casement in the same manner as on the previous night and for a few moments seemed struggling with some wild bewilderment but now she suddenly turned and fully confronted pierre with all the wonderfulness of her most surprising face i am called woman and thou man pierre but there is neither man nor woman about it why should i not speak out to thee there is no sex in our immaculateness pierre the secret name in the guitar even now thrills me through and through pierre think think oh canst thou not comprehend see it what i mean pierre the secret name in the guitar thrills me thrills me whirls me whirls me whirls me whirls me so secret wholly hidden yet constantly carried about in it unseen unsuspected always vibrating to the hidden heart-strings broken heart-strings oh my mother my mother my mother as the wild plains of isabel pierced into his bosom's core they carried with them the first inkling of the extraordinary conceit so vaguely and shrinkingly hinted at in her till now entirely unintelligible words she lifted her dry burning eyes of long fringed fire to him pierre i have no slightest proof but the guitar was hers i know i feel it was say did i not last night tell thee how it first sung to me upon the bed and answered me without my once touching it and how it always sung to me and answered me and soothed and loved me hark now thou shalt him

my mother's spirit she carefully scanned the strings and tuned them carefully then placed the guitar in the casement bench and knelt before it and in low sweet and changefully modulated notes so barely audible that pierre bent over to catch them breathe the word mother mother there was profound silence for a time when suddenly to the lowest and least audible note of all the magical untouched guitar responded with a quick spark of melody which in the following hush long vibrated and subsidingly tingled through the room while to his augmented wonder he now espied quivering along the metallic strings of the guitar some minute scintillations seemingly caught from the instrument's close proximity to the occasionally irradiated window the girl still kept kneeling but an altogether unwonted expression suddenly overcast her whole countenance she darted one swift glance at pierre and then with a single toss of her hand tumbled her unrestrained locks all over her so that they tentwise invested her whole kneeling form close to the floor and yet swept the floor with their wild redundancy never sigh of lemian girl at dim mass in st dominic's cathedral so completely muffled the human figure to pierre the deep oaken recess of the double casement before which isabel was kneeling seemed now the immediate vestibule of some awful shrine mystically revealed through the obscurely open window which ever and anon was still softly illumined by the mild heat lightnings and ground lightnings that wove their wonderful

without in the unsearchable air of that ebony warm and most noiseless summer night some unsubduable word was on pierre's lip but a sudden voice from out the veiled bat him be silent mother mother again after a preluding silence the guitar as magically responded as before the sparks quivered along its strings and again pierre as in the immediate presence of the spirit shall i mother art thou ready wilt thou tell me now now these words were lowly and sweetly murmured in the same way with the word mother being changefully varied in their modulations till at the last now the magical guitar again responded and the girl swiftly drew it to her beneath her dark tent of hair in this act as the long curls swept over the strings of the guitar the strange sparks still quivering there caught at those attractive curls the entire casement was suddenly and wovenly illumined then waned again while now in the succeeding dimness every downward undulating wave and billow of isabel's tossed tresses gleamed here gleamed here and there like a tract of phosphorescent midnight sea and simultaneously all the four winds of the world of melody broke loose and again as on the previous night only in a still more subtle and wholly inexplicable way pierre felt himself surrounded by ten thousand sprites and gnomes and his whole soul was swayed and tossed by supernatural tides and again he heard the wondrous rebounding chanted words

mystery mystery mystery of isabel mystery mystery mystery of isabel and mystery mystery mystery mystery chapter three almost deprived of consciousness by the spell flung over him by the marvellous girl pierre unknowingly gazed away from her as on vacancy and when at last stillness had once more fallen upon the room all except the stepping and he recovered his self-possession and turned to look where he might now be he was surprised to see isabel composedly though avertedly seated on the bench the longer and fuller tresses of her now ungleaming hair flung back and the guitar quietly leaning in the corner he was about to put some unconsidered question to her but she half anticipated it by bidding him in a low but nevertheless almost authority tone not to make any allusion to the scene he had just beheld he paused profoundly thinking to himself and now felt certain that the entire scene from the first musical invocation of the guitar must have unpremeditatedly proceeded from a sudden impulse in the girl inspired by the peculiar mood into which the preceding conversation and especially the handling of the guitar under such circumstances had irresistibly thrown her but that certain something of the preternatural in the scene of which he could not rid his mind the so to speak voluntary and all but intelligent responsiveness of the guitar its strangely scintillating strings the so suddenly glorified head of isabel altogether these things seem not at the time entirely produced by customary or natural causes

to pierre's dilated senses isabel seemed to swim in an electric fluid the vivid buckler of her brow seemed as a magnetic plate now first this night was pierre made aware of what in the superstitiousness of his rapt enthusiasm he could not help believing was an extraordinary physical magnetism in isabel and as it were derived from this marvellous quality thus imputed to her he now first became vaguely sensible of a certain still more marvellous power in the girl over himself and his most interior thoughts and motions a power so hovering upon the confines of the invisible world that it seemed more inclined that way than this a power which not only seemed irresistibly to draw him toward isabel but to draw him away from another quarter wantonly as it were and yet quite ignorantly and unintendingly and besides without respect apparently to anything ulterior and yet again only under cover of drawing him to her for over all these things and interfusing itself with the sparkling electricity in which she seemed to swim was an ever creeping and condensing haze of ambiguities often in after times with her did he recall this first magnetic night and would seem to see that she then had bound him to her by an extraordinary atmospheric spell both physical and spiritual which henceforth it had become impossible for him to break but whose full potency he never recognized till long after he had become habituated to its sway this spell seemed one with that pantheistic master spell which eternally locks in mystery and in muteness the universal subject-world

and the physical electricalness of isabel seemed reciprocal with the heat lightnings and the ground lightnings nigh to which it had first become revealed to pierre she seemed moulded from fire and air and vivified at some foltaic pile of august thunder clouds heaped against the sunset the occasional sweet simplicity and innocence and humbleness of her story her often serene and open aspect her deep-seated but mostly quiet unobtrusive sadness and that touchingness of her less unwonted tone and air these only the more signalized and contrastingly emphasized the profounder subtler and more mystic part of her especially did pierre feel this when after another silent interval she now proceeded with her story in a manner so gently confiding so entirely artless so almost peasant-like in its simplicity and dealing in some details so little sublimated in themselves that it seemed well-nigh impossible that this unassuming maid should be the same dark regal being who had but just now bad pierre be silent in so imperious a tone and around whose wondrous temples the strange electric glory had been playing yet not very long did she now thus innocently proceed ere at times some fainter flashes of her electricalness came from her but only to be followed by such melting human and most feminine traits as brought all his soft enthusiast tears into the sympathetic but still unshitting eyes of pierre chapter four thou rememberest my brother my telling thee last night how the

thou knowest what i mean that there avertedly pointing to the guitar thou rememberest how it came into my possession but perhaps i did not tell thee that the peddler said he had got it from the servants of a great house some distance from the place where i was then residing pierre signed his acquiescence and isabel proceeded now at long though stated intervals that man passed the farmhouse in his trading route between the small towns and villages when i discovered the gilding in the guitar i kept watch for him but though i truly felt persuaded that fate had the dispensing of her own secrets and her own good time yet i also felt persuaded that in some cases fate drops us one little hint leaving our own minds to follow it up so that we of ourselves may come to the grand secret in so i kept diligent watch for him and the next time he stopped without permitting him at all to guess my motives i contrived to steal out of him what great house it was from which the guitar had come and my brother it was the mansion of saddle meadows pierre started and the girl went on yes my brother saddle meadows old general glendinning's place he said but the old hero's long dead and gone now and the more's the pity so is the young general his son dead and gone but then there is a still younger grandson general left that family always keep the title and the name a-going yes even to the surname pierre pierre glendinning was the white-haired old general's name who fought in the old french and indian wars and pierre glendinning is his young great-grandson's name thou mayest well look at me so my brother yes he meant thee thee my brother

but the guitar the guitar cried pierre how came the guitar openly at saddle meadows and how came it to be bartered away by servants tell me that isabel do not put such impetuous questions to me pierre else thou mayest recall the old maybe it is the evil spell upon me i cannot precisely and knowingly answer thee i could surmise but what are surmises worth oh pierre better a million times and far sweeter are mysteries than surmises though the mystery be unfathomable it is still the unfathomableness of fullness but the surmise that is but shallow that is but shallow and unmeaning emptiness but this is the most inexplicable point of all tell me isabel surely thou must have thought something about this thing much pierre very much but only about the mystery of it nothing more could i i would not now be fully told how the guitar came to be at saddle meadows and came to be bartered away by the servants of saddle meadows enough that it found me out and came to me and spoke and sung to me and sued me and has been everything to me she paused a moment while vaguely to his secret self pierre revolved these strange revelings but now he was all attention again as isabel resumed i now held in my mind's hand the clue my brother but i did not immediately follow it further up sufficient to me in my loneliness was the knowledge that i now knew where my father's family was to be found as yet not the slightest intention of ever disclosing myself to them had entered my mind and assured as i was that for obvious reasons none of his surviving relatives could possibly know me even if they saw me for what i really was

i felt entire security in the event of encountering any of them by chance but my unavoidable displacements and migrations from one house to another at last brought me within twelve miles of saddle meadows i began to feel an increasing longing in me but side by side with it a new-born and competing pride yes pride pierre do my eyes flash they belie me if they do not but it is no common pride pierre for what has isabel to be proud of in this world it is the pride of a two-to-longing loving heart pierre the pride of lasting suffering and grief my brother my brother my brother my brother of a two-to-longing loving heart pierre the pride of lasting suffering and grief my brother yes i conquered the great longing with the still more powerful pride pierre and so i would not now be here in this room nor wouldst thou ever have received any line from me nor in all worldly probability ever so much has heard of her who is called isabel had it not been for my hearing that at walter ulvers only three miles from the mansion of saddle meadows poor belle would find people kind enough to give her wages for her work feel my hand my brother dear divine girl my own exalted isabel cried pierre catching the offered hand with ungovernable emotion how most unbeceaming that this strange hardness and this still stranger littleness should be united in any human hand but hard and small it by an opposite analogy hints of the soft capacious heart that made the hand so hard with heavenly submission to that most undeserved and martyred lot would isabel that these my kisses on the hand were on the heart itself and dropped the seeds of eternal joy and comfort there

he leaped to his feet and stood before her with such warm godlike majesty of love and tenderness that the girl gazed up at him as though he were the one benignant star in all her general knight isabel cried pierre i stand the sweet penance in my father's stead thou in thy mothers by our earthly acts we shall redeemingly bless both their eternal lots we will love with the pure and perfect love of angel to an angel if ever i fall from thee dear isabel may pierre fall from himself fall back for ever into vacant nothingness and night my brother my brother speak not so to me it is too much i'm used to any love ere now thine so heavenly and immense falls crushing on me such love is almost hard to bear as hate be still do not speak to me they were both silent for a time when she went on yes my brother fate had now brought me within three miles of thee and but shall i go straight on and tell thee all pierre all everything art thou of such divineness that i may speak straight on in all my thoughts heedless whither they may flow or what things they may float to me straight on and fearlessly said pierre by chance i saw thy mother pierre and under such circumstances that i knew her to be thy mother and but shall i go on straight on my isabel thou did see my mother well and when i saw her though i spake not to her nor she to me yet straightway my heart knew that she would love me not thy heart spake true muttered pierre to himself go on i re swore an oath never to reveal myself to thy mother oath well sworn again he muttered go on but i saw thee pierre and more than ever filled my mother toward thy father

pier then upheaved in me straightway i knew that if ever i should come to be made known to thee then thy own generous love would open itself to me again thy heart spake true he murmured go on and didst thou re swear again no pierre but yes i did i swore that thou wert my brother with love and pride i swore that young and noble pierre glendinning was my brother and only that nothing more pierre not to thee even did i ever think to reveal myself how then thou art revealed to me yes but the great god did it pierre not poor bell listen i felt very dreary here poor dear delhi thou must have heard something of her story a most sorrowful house pierre hark that is her seldom pausing pacing thou hearest from the floor above so she keeps ever pacing pacing pacing in her track all threadbare pierre is her chamber rug her father will not look upon her her mother she hath cursed her to her face out of yon chamber pierre delhi hath not slept for now four weeks and more nor ever hath she once laid upon her bed it was last made up five weeks ago but paces paces paces all through the night till after twelve and then sits vacant in her chair often i would go to her to comfort her but she says nay nay to me through the door says nay nay nay and only nay to me through the bolted door bolted three weeks ago when i by cunning art stole her dead baby from her and with these fingers alone by night scooped out a hollow and seconding heaven's own charitable stroke buried that sweet wee symbol of her

not unpardonable shame far from the ruthless foot of man yes bolted three weeks ago not once unbolted since her food i must thrust through the little window in her closet pierre hardly these two handfuls has she eaten in a week curses wasp-like cohere on that villain ned and sting him to his death cried pierre smit by this most piteous tale what can be done for her sweet isabel can pierre do aught if thou or i do not then the ever hospitable grave will prove her quick refuge pierre father and mother both are worse than dead and gone to her they would have turned her forth i think but for my own poor petitionings unceasing in her behalf pierre's deep concern now gave place to a momentary look of benevolent intelligence isabel a thought of benefit to delhi has just entered me but i am still uncertain how best it may be acted on resolved i am though to succor her do thou still hold her here yet awhile by thy sweet petitionings till my further plans are more matured now run on with thy story and so divert me from the pacing her every step steps in my soul thy noble heart hath many chambers pierre the records of thy wealth i see are not bound up in the one poor book of isabel my brother thou art a visible token pierre of the invisible angelhoods which in our darker hours we do sometimes distrust the gospel of thy axe goes very far my brother were all men like to thee then were there no men at all mankind extinct in seraphim praises are for the base my sister cunningly to entice them to fair virtue by our ignorings of the ill in them and our impudings of the good not theirs so make not my head to hang sweet isabel praise me not go on now with thy tale

i have said to thee my brother how most dreary i found it here and from the first wanted all my life to sadness if it be such still this health hath such acuteness in its general grief such hopelessness and despair of any slightest remedy that even poor bell could scarce abide it always without some little going forth into contrasting scenes so i went forth into the places of delight only that i might return more braced to minister in the haunts of wo for continual unchanging residence therein doth but bring on woe's stupor and make us as dead so i went forth the times visiting the neighboring cottages where there were chattering children and no one placed vacant at the cheerful board thus at last i chanced to hear of the sewing circle to be held at the miss pennies and how that they were anxious to press into their kind charity all the maidens of the country round in various cottages i was besought to join and they at length persuaded me not that i was naturally loath to it and needed such entreaties but at first i felt great fear lest at such a scene i might closely encounter some of the glendinings and that thought was then namelessly repulsive to me but by stealthy inquiries i learned that the lady of the minorial house would not be present it proved decepted information but i went and all the rest thou knowest i do sweet isabel but thou must tell it over to me and all thy emotions there chapter five though but one day hath passed my brother since we first met in life yet thou hast that heavenly magnet in thee which draws all my soul's interior to thee i will go on having to wait for a neighbor's wagon i arrived but late at the sewing circle when i entered the two joined rooms were very full with the farmer's girls our neighbors i passed along to-and-a-lawed-lawed-the-fowndtttttttwin were very full with the farmer's girls our neighbors i passed along

to the further corner where thou didst see me and as i went some heads were turned and some whispers i heard of she's the new help at poor walter overs the strange girl they've got she thinks herself amazing pretty i'll be bound but nobody knows her oh how demure but not over good i guess i wouldn't be her not i mayhap she's some other ruined deli run away minks it was the first time poor bell had ever mixed in such a general crowded company and knowing little or nothing of such things i had thought that the meeting being for charity's sweet sake uncharity could find no harbor there but no doubt it was mere thoughtlessness not malice in them still it made my heart-ache in me sadly for then i very keenly felt the dread suspiciousness in which a strange and lonely grief invests itself to common eyes as if grief itself were not enough nor innocence any armour to us but despite must also come an icy infamy miserable returnings then i had of the feeling the bewildering feeling of the inhumanities i spoke of in my earlier story but pierre bless a pierre do not look so sadly and half reproachfully upon me lone and lost though i have been i love my kind and charitably and intelligently pity them who uncharitably and unintelligently do me despite and thou thou blessed brother hath glorified many sombre places in my soul and taught me once for all to know that my kind are capable of things which would be glorious in angels so look away from me dear pier till thou hast taught thine eyes more wanted glances they are vile falsifying telegraphs of me then sweet isabel what my look was i cannot tell but my heart was only dark with ill-restrained upbraiding against heaven

that could unrelentingly see such innocence as thine so suffer go on with thy two-touching tail quietly i sat there sewing not brave enough to look up at all and thanking my good-and-and-thoubting good star that had led me to so concealed a nook behind the rest quietly i sat there sewing on a flannel's shirt and with each stitch praying god that whatever heart it might be folded over the flannel might hold it truly warm and keep out the wide-world coldness which i felt myself and which no flannel or thickest fur or any far than could keep off from me quietly i sat there sewing when i heard the announcing words oh how deep and ineffaceably engraved they are ah dames dames madame glendinning master pierre glendinning instantly my sharp needle went through my side and stitched my heart the flannel dropped from my hand thou heard'st my shriek but the good people bore me still nearer to the casement close at hand and threw it open wide and god's own breath breathed on me and i rallied and said it was some merest passing fit twas quite over now i was used to it they had my heart's best thanks but would they now only leave me to myself it were best for me i would go on and sew and thus it came and passed away and again i sat sewing on the flannel hoping either that the unanticipated persons would soon depart or else that some spirit would catch me away from there i sat sewing on till pierre pire without looking up for that i dared not do at any time that evening only once without looking up or knowing aught but the flannel on my knee and the needle in my heart i felt pierre felt a glance of magnetic meaning on me long eye shrinking sideways turned to meet it but could not till some helping spirit seized me

and all my soul looked up at thee in my full fronting face it was enough fate was in that moment all the loneliness of my life all the choked longings of my soul now poured over me i could not away from them then first i felt the complete deplorableness of my state that while thou my brother had a mother and troops of aunts and cousins and plentiful friends in city and in country ay ay isabel thy own father's daughter was thrust out of all heart's gates and shivered in the winter way but this was but the least not poor bell can tell thee all the feelings of poor bell or what feelings she felt first it was all one whirl of old and new bewilderings mixed and slanted with a driving madness but it was most the sweet inquisitive kindly interested aspect of thy face so strangely like thy fathers too the one only being that i first did love it was that which most stirred the distracting storm in me most charged me with the immense longings for some one of my blood to know me and to own me though but once and then away oh my dear brother pier pier pier couldst thou take out my heart and look at it in thy hand then thou wouldst find it all over-ridden this way and that and crossed again and yet again with continual lines of longings that found no end but in suddenly calling thee call him call him he will come so cried my heart to me so cried the leaves and stars to me as i that night went home but pride rose up the very pride in my own longings and as one arm pulled the other held so i stood still and called thee not but fate will be fate and it was fated once having met thy fixed regardful glance once having seen the full angelicalness in thee my whole soul was undone by thee

my whole pride was cut off at the root and soon showed a blighting in the bud which spread deep into my whole being till i knew that utterly decay and die away i must unless pride let me go and i with the one little trumpet of a pen blew my heart's shrillest blast and called dear pier to me my soul was full and as my beseeching ink went tracing o'er the page my tears contributed their might and made a strange alloy how blessed i felt that my so bitterly teared mingled ink that last depth of my anguish would never be visibly known to thee but the tears would dry upon the page and all be fair again ere the so submerged freighted letter should meet thine eye ah there thou wast deceived poor isabel cried pierre impulsively thy tears dried not fair but dried red almost like blood and nothing so much moved my inmost soul as that tragic sight how how pierre my brother dried they red oh horrible enchantment most undreamed of nay the ink the ink something chemic in it changed thy real tears to seeming blood only that my sister oh pierre thus wonderfully is it seems to me that our own hearts do not ever know the extremity of their own sufferings sometimes we bleed blood when we think it only water of our sufferings as of our talents others sometimes are the better judges but stop me force me backward to my story yet methinks that now thou knowest all no not entirely all thou dost not entirely all thou dost not know what planned and women motive i did have in writing thee nor does poor bell know that for poor bell was too delirious to have planned and winnowed motives then the impulse in me call thee not poor bell god call thee pierre not poor bell even now when i have passed one night after seeing thee and hearkening to all thy full love and graciousness even now i stand as one amazed and feel not what may be coming to me or what will now befall me from having so rashly claim thee for mine pierre now now this instant a vague angry

fills me tell me by loving me by owning me publicly or secretly tell me doth it involve any vital hurt to thee speak without reserve speak honestly as i do to thee speak now pierre and tell me all is love a harm can truth betray to pain sweet isabel how can hurt come in the path to god now when i know thee all now did i forget thee fail to acknowledge thee and love thee before the wide world's whole brazen width could i do that then mightst thou ask thy question reason and say, tell me, Pierre, does not the suffocating in thee, of poor bell's holy claims, does not that involve for thee, unending misery? And my truthful soul would echo, unending misery. Nay, nay, nay, thou art my sister, and I am thy brother, and that part of the world which knows me shall acknowledge thee, or by heaven I will crush the disdainful world down on its knees to thee, my sweet Isabel.

The many things in thy eyes are dear delights to me. I grow up with thy own glorious stature, and in thee, my brother, I see. god's indignant ambassador to me saying up up isabel and take no terms from the common world but do thou make terms to it and grind thy fierce rites out of it thy catching nobleness unsexes me my brother and now i know that in her most exalted moment the woman no more feels the twin-born softness of her breasts but feels chain armor palpitating there her changed attitude of beautiful audacity her long scornful hair that trailed out a disheveled banner her wonderful transfigured eyes in which some meteors seemed playing up all this now seemed to pier the work of an invisible enchanter transformed she stood before him and pierre bowing low over to her own that irrespective darting majesty of humanity which can be majestical and menacing in woman as in man but her gentler sex returned to isabel at last and she sat silent in the casement's niche looking out upon the soft ground lightnings of the electric summer night chapter six sadly smiling pierre broke the pause my sister thou art so rich that thou must do me alms i am very hungry i have forgotten to eat since breakfast and now thou shalt bring me bread and a cup of water isabel ere i go forth from thee last night i went rummaging in a pantry like a bake-house burglar but to-night thou and i must sup together isabel for as we may henceforth live together let us begin forth with the eat in company

isabel looked up at him with sudden and deep emotion then awe acquiescing sweetness and silently left the room as she returned pierre casting his eyes toward the ceiling said she is quiet now the pacing hath entirely ceased not the beating though her foot hath paused not her unceasing heart my brother she is not quiet now quiet for her hath gone so that the pivoted stillness of this night is yet a noisy madness to her give me pen or pencil and some paper isabel she ate down her loaf and played in knife and brought him pen and ink and paper pierre took the pen was this the one dear isabel it is the one my brother none other is in this poor cot he gazed at it intensely then turning to the table steadily wrote the following note for deli olver with the deep and true regard and sympathy of pierre thy sad story partly known before hath now more fully come to me from one who sincerely feels for thee and who hath imparted her own sincerity to me thou desirous to quit this neighborhood and be somewhere at peace and find some secluded employ fitted to thy sex and age with this i now willingly charge myself and insure it to thee so far as my utmost ability can go therefore if consolation be not wholly spurned by thy great grief which too often happens though it be but grief's great folly so to feel therefore two true friends of thine do here beseech thee to take some little heart to thee and bethink thee that all thy life has not yet lived that time hath surest healing in his continuous balm be patient yet a little while till thy future lot be disposed to thee through our best help and so know me and isabel thy earnest friends and true-hearted lovers

he handed the note to isabel she read it silently and put it down and spread her two hands over him and with one motion lifted her eyes toward delhi and toward god thou think'st it will not painer to receive the note isabel thou knowest best i thought that ere our help do really reach her some promise of it now might prove slight comfort but keep it and do as thou thinkest best then straightway will i give it her my brother said isabel quitting him and in fixing stillness now thrust a long rivet through the knife and fast nailed it to that side of the world and alone again in such an hour pierre could not but listen he heard isabel step on the stair then it approached him from above then he heard a gentle knock and thought he heard a rustling as of papers lid over a threshold underneath the door then another advancing and opposite step tremblingly met isabel's and then both steps stepped from each other and soon isabel came back to him thou didst knock and slide it underneath the door yes and she hath it now hark a sobbing thank god long ere a grief hath found a tear at last pity sympathy hath done this pierre for thy dear deed thou art already sainted ere thou be dead do saints hunger isabel said pierre striving to call her away from this come give me the loaf but no thou shalt help me my sister thank thee this is twice over the bread of sweetness is this of thine own making isabel my own making my brother give me the cup handed me with thine own hand so isabel my heart and soul are now full of deepest reverence yet i do dare to call this the real sacrament of the supper eat with me they eat together without a single word and without a single word pierre rose and kissed her pure and spotless brow and without a single word departed from the place chapter seven

we know not pierre glendinning's thoughts as he gained the village and passed on beneath its often shrouding trees and saw no light from man and heard no sound from man but only by intervals saw at his feet the soft ground lightning snake-like playing in and out among the blades of grass and between the trees caught the far dim light from heaven and heard the far wide general hum of the sleeping but still breathing earth he paused before a detached and pleasant house with much shrubbery about it he mounted the portico and knocked distinctly there just as the village clock struck one he knocked but no answer came he knocked again and soon he heard a sash thrown up in the second story and an astonished voice inquired who was there it is pierre grandinning and he desires an instant interview with the reverend mr fallsgrave do i hear right in heaven's name what is the matter young gentleman everything is the matter the whole world is the matter will you admit me sir certainly but i beseech thee nay stay i will admit thee in quicker time than could have been anticipated the door was opened to pierre by mr falls grave in person holding a candle and invested in his very becoming student's wrapper of scotch plaid for heaven's sake what is the matter mr glendinning heaven and earth is the matter sir shall we go up to the study certainly but but well let us proceed them they went upstairs and soon found themselves in the clergyman's retreat and bow sat down the amazed host still holding the candle in his hand and intently eyeing pierre with an apprehensive aspect thou art a man of god sir i believe ay ay ay upon my word mr grendon yes sir the world calls thee a man of god now what hast thou the man of god decided with my mother concerned deli olver deli olver why why what can this madness mean it means sir what have thou and my mother decided concerning deli olver she deli olver she is to depart the neighbourhood why her own parents want her not

how is she to depart who is to take her art thou to take her where is she to go who has food for her what is to keep her from the pollution to which such as she are every day driven to contribute by the detestable uncharitableness heartlessness of the world mr glendinning said the clergyman now somewhat calmly putting down the candle and folding himself with dignity in his gown mr glendinning i will not now make any mention of my natural astonishment at this most unusual call in the most extraordinary time of it thou hast sought information upon a certain point and i have given it to thee to the best of my knowledge all thy after and incidental questions i choose to have no answer for i would be most happy to see thee at any other time but for the present thou must excuse my presence good-night sir the pierre sat entirely still and the clergyman could not but remain standing still i perfectly comprehend the whole sir delhi olver then is to be driven out to starve or lot and this too by the acquiescence of a man of god mr falts grave the subject of delhi deeply interesting as it is to me is only the preface to another still more interesting to me and concerning which i once cherished some slight hope that thou wouldst have been able in that christian character to sincerely and honestly counsel me but a hint from heaven assures me now that thou hast no earnest and world disdaining counsel for me i must seek it direct from god himself whom i now know never delegates his holiest admonishings but i do not blame thee i think i begin to see how thy profession is unavoidably entangled by all fleshly alliances and cannot move with godly freedom in a world of benefices

i am more sorry than indignant pardon me for my most uncivil call and know me as not thy enemy good-night sir in the book eight book nine of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liber vogue's recording is in the public domain book nine more lights and the gloom of that light more gloom and the light of that gloom and the light of that gloom chapter one in those hyperborean regions to which enthusiastic truth and earnestness and independence will invariably lead a mind fitted by nature for profound and fearless thought all objects are seen in a dubious uncertain and refracting light viewed through that rarefied atmosphere the most immemorially admitted maxims of men begin to to slide and fluctuate and finally become wholly inverted the very heavens themselves being not innocent of producing this confounding effect since it is mostly in the heavens themselves that these wonderful mirages are exhibited but the example of many minds for ever lost like undiscoverable arctic explorers amid those treacherous regions warns us in entirely away from them and we learn that it is not for man to follow the trail of truth too far since by so doing he entirely loses

the directing compass of his mind for arrived at the pole to whose barrenness only it points there the needle indifferently respects all points of the horizon alike but even the less distant regions of thought are not without their singular introversions hardly any sincere man of ordinary reflective powers and accustomed to exercise them at all but must have been independently struck by the thought that after all what is so enthusiastically applauded as the march of mind meaning the inroads of truth into error which has ever been regarded by hopeful persons as the one fundamental thing most earnestly to be prayed for has the greatest possible catholic blessing to the world almost every thinking man must have been some time or other struck with the idea that in certain respects a tremendous mistake may be lurking here since all the world does never gregariously advance to truth but only here and there some of its individuals do and by advancing leave the rest behind cutting themselves forever adrift from their sympathy and making themselves always liable to be regarded with distrust dislike and often downright though oft-times concealed fear and hate what wonder then that those advanced minds which in spite of advance happen still to remain for the time ill-regulated should now and then be goaded into

turning round in acts of wanton aggression upon sentiments and opinions now for ever left in their rear certain it is that in their earlier stages of advance especially in youthful minds as yet un tranquillized by long habituation to the world as it inevitably and eternally is this aggressiveness is almost invariably manifested and as invariably afterward deplored by themselves that amazing shock of practical truth which in the compass of a very few days and hours had not so much advanced as magically transplanted the youthful mind of pierre far beyond all common discernments it had not been entirely unattended by the lamentable rear-word aggressiveness we have endeavored to portray above yielding to that unwarrantable mood he had invaded the profound midnight slumbers of the reverend mr falls grave and most discourteously made war upon that really amiable and estimable person but as through the strange force of circumstances his advance in insight had been so surprisingly rapid so also was now his advance in some sort of wisdom in charitableness and his concluding words to mr fallsgrave sufficiently evinced that already ere quitting that gentleman's study he had begun to repent his ever entering it on such a mission and as he now walked on in the profound meditations induced by the hour and as all that was in him stirred to and fro

intensely agitated by the ever-creative fire of enthusiastic earnestness he became fully alive to many palliating considerations which had they previously occurred to him would have peremptorily forbidden his impulsive intrusion upon the respectable clergyman but it is through the malice of this earthly air that only by being guilty of folly does mortal man in many cases arrive at it is through the malice of this earthly air that only by being guilty of folly does mortal man in many cases arrive at the perception of sense a thought which should forever free us from hasty implications upon our ever-recurring intervals of folly since though folly be our teacher sense is the lesson she teaches since if folly wholly depart from us further sense will be her companion in the flight and we will be left standing midway in wisdom for it is only the miraculous vanity of man which ever persuades him that even for the most richly gifted mind there ever arrives an earthly period where it can truly say to itself i have come to the ultimate of human speculative knowledge hereafter at this present point i will abide sudden onsets of new truth will assail him and overturn him as the tartars did china for there is no china wall that man can build in his soul which shall permanently stay the eruptions of those barbarous hordes which truth ever nourishes in the loins of her frozen yet teeming north so that the empire of human knowledge can never be lasting in any one dynasty since truth still gives new emperors to the earth

but the thoughts we here indict as pierre's are to be very carefully discriminated from those we indict concerning him ignorant at this time of the ideas concerning the reciprocity and partnership of folly and sense in contributing to the mental and moral growth of the mind pierre keenly upbraided his thoughtlessness and began to stagger in his soul as distrustful of that radical change in his general sentiments which had thus hurried him into a glaring impropriety and folly as distrustful of himself the most wretched distrust of all but this last distrust was not of the heart for heaven itself so he felt had sanctified that with its blessing but it was a distrust of his intellect which in undisciplinedly espousing the manly enthusiast cause of his heart seemed to cast a reproach upon that cause itself but though evermore hath the earnest heart an eventual balm for the most deplorable error of the head yet in the interval small alleviation is to be had and the whole man droops into nameless melancholy then it seems as though the most magnanimous and virtuous resolutions were only intended for fine spiritual emotions not as mere preludes to their bodily translation into acts since in a saying their embodiment we have but proved ourselves miserable bunglers and thereupon taken ignominious shame to ourselves then to the never entirely repulsed hosts of commonness and conventionalness and worldly prudent-mindedness returned to the two

charge press hard on the faltering soul and within human hootings deride all its nobleness as mere eccentricity which further wisdom and experience shall assuredly cure the man is as seized by arms and legs and convulsively pulled either way by his own indecisions and doubts blackness advances her banner over this cruel altercation and he droops and swoons beneath its folds it was precisely in this mood of mind that at about two in the morning pierre with a hanging head now crossed the private threshold of the mansion of saddle meadows chapter two in the profoundly silent heart of a house full of sleeping serving men and maids pierre now sat in his chamber before his accustomed round table still tossed with the books and the papers which three days before he had abruptly left for a sudden and more absorbing object uppermost and most conspicuous among the books were the inferno of dante and the hamlet of shakespeare his mind was wandering and vague his arm wandered and was vague soon he found the open inferno in his hand and as i met the following lines allegorically over-scribed within the arch of the outgoings of the womb of human life through me you pass into the city of woe through me you pass into eternal pain through me among the people lost for i all hope abandon ye who enter here

he dropped the fatal volume from his hand he dropped his faded head upon his chest his mind was wandering and vague his arm wandered and was vague some moments passed and he found the open hamlet in his hand and his eyes met the following lines the time is out of joint o cursed spite that ever i was born to set it right he dropped the two true volume from his he dropped the two true volume from his hand his petrifying heart dropped hollowly within him as a pebble down carersbrook well chapter three the man dante allegieri received unforgivable affronts and insults from the world and the poet dante allegieri bequeathed his immortal curse to it in the sublime malediction of the inferno the fiery tongue whose political forkings lost him the solacements of this world found its malicious counterpart in that muse of fire which would forever bar the vast bulk of mankind from all solacement in the worlds to come fortunately for the felicity of the dilettante in literature the horrible allegorical meanings of the inferno lie not on the surface but unfortunately for the felicity of the dilettante in literature the horrible allegorical meanings of the inferno lie not on the surface but unfortunately for the earnest and youthful piercers into truth and reality those horrible meanings when first discovered infused their poison into a spot previously unprovided with that sovereign antidote of a sense of uncapitulatible security which is only the possession of the furthest advanced and profoundest souls judge ye then ye judicious the mood of pierre so far as the passage in dante touched

him if among the deeper significances of its pervading indefiniteness which significances are wisely hidden from all but the rarest adepts the pregnant tragedy of hamlet convey any one particular moral at all fitted to the ordinary uses of man it is this that all meditation is worthless unless it prompt to action that it is not for man to stand shilly-shallying amid the conflicting invasions of surrounding impulses that in the earliest instant of conviction the roused man must strike and if possible with the precision and the force of the lightning bolt pierre had always been an admiring reader of hamlet but neither his age nor his mental experience thus far had qualified him either to catch initiating glimpses into the hopeless gloom of its interior meaning or to draw from the general story those superficial and purely incidental lessons wherein the pains-taking moralist so complacently expatiates the intensest light of reason and revelation combined cannot shed such blazonings upon the deeper truths in man as will sometimes proceed from his own profoundest gloom utter darkness is then his light and cat-like he distinctly sees all objects through a medium which is mere blindness to common vision wherefore have gloom and grief been celebrated of old as the selectest chamberlain's to knowledge wherefore is it that not to know gloom and grief is not to know aught that an heroic man should learn by the light of that gloom

pierre now turned over the soul of hamlet in his hand he knew not at least felt not then that hamlet though a thing of life was after all but a thing of breath evoked by the wanton magic of a creative hand and as wantonly dismissed at last into endless halls of hell and night it is the not impartially bestowed privilege of the more final insights that at the same moment they reveal the depths they do sometimes also reveal though by no means so distinctly some answering heights but when only midway down the gulf its crags wholly concealed the upper vaults and the wanderer thinks it all one gulf of downward dark judge ye then ye judicious the mood of pierre so far as the passage in hamlet touched him chapter four torn into a hundred shreds the printed pages of hell and hamlet lay at his feet which trampled them while the their vacant covers mocked him with their idle titles dante had made him fierce and hamlet had insinuated that there was none to strike dante had taught him that he had bitter cause of quarrel hamlet taunted him with faltering in the fight now he began to curse anew his fate for now he began to see that after all he had been finally juggling with himself and postponing with himself and in meditative sentimentalities wasting the moments consecrated to instant action eight and forty hours and more had passed was isabel acknowledged had she yet hung on his public arm who knew yet of isabel but pierre like a skulking coward he had gone prowling in the woods by day and like a skulking coward he had stolen to her haunt by night like a thief

he had sat and stammered and turned pale before his mother and in the cause of holy rite permitted a woman to grow tall and hector over him easy for man to think like a hero but hard for man to act like one all imaginable audacities readily enter into the soul few come boldly forth from it did he or did he not vitally mean to do this thing was the immense stuff to do it his or was it not his why defer why put off what was there to be gained by defering and putting off his resolution had been taken why was it not executed what more was there to learn what more which was essential to the public acknowledgment of isabel had remained to be learned after his first glance at her first letter had doubts of her identity come over him to stay him none at all against the wall of the thick darkness of the mystery of isabel recorded as by some phosphoric finger was the burning fact that isabel was his sister why then how then whence then this utter nothing of his acts did he stagger at the thought that at the first announcement to his mother concerning isabel and his resolution to own her boldly in lovingly his proud mother spurning the reflection on his father would likewise spurn pierre and isabel and denounce both him and her and hate them both alike as unnatural accomplices against the good name of the purest of husbands and parents not at all such a thought was not in him for had he not already resolved that his mother should know nothing of the fact of isabel but how now what then how was isabel to be acknowledged to the world if his mother was to know nothing of that acknowledgment

short-sighted miserable palterer and huckster thou hast been playing a most fond and foolish game with thyself fool and coward and fool tear thyself open and read there the confounding story of thy blind dotishness thy two grand resolutions the public acknowledgment of isabel and the charitable withholding of her existence from thy own mother these are impossible adjuncts likewise thy so magnanimous purpose to screen thy father's honourable memory from reproach and thy other intention the open vindication of thy fraternalness to isabel these also are impossible adjuncts and the having individually entertained for such resolves without perceiving that once brought together they all mutually expire this this ineffable folly pierre brands thee in the forehead for an unaccountable inthatuate well mayest thou distrust thyself and curse thyself and tear thy hamlet and thy hell o fool blind fool and a million times an ass go go thou poor and feeble one high deeds are not for such blind grubs as thou quit isabel and go to lucy beg how bold pardon of thy mother and hereafter be a more obedient and good boy to her pierre pierre pier piet infatuate impossible would it be now to tell all the confusion and confoundings in the soul of pierre so soon as the above absurdities in his mind presented themselves first to his combining consciousness he would fain have disowned the very memory and the mind which produced to him such an immense scandal upon his common sanity now indeed did all the fiery floods in the inferno and all the rolling gloom in hamlets suffocate him

at once in flame and smoke the cheeks of his soul collapsed in him he dashed himself in blind fury and swift madness against the wall and fell dabbling in the vomit of his loath identity book ten of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-box recording is in the public domain the unprecedented final resolution of pierre chapter one glorified be his gracious memory who first said the deepest gloom precedes the day we care not whether the saying will prove true to the utmost bounds of things sufficient that it sometimes does hold true within the bounds of earthly finitude next morning pierre rose from the floor of his chamber haggard and tattered in body from his past night's utter misery but stoically serene and symmetrical in soul with the foretaste of what then seemed to him a planned and perfect future now he thinks he knows that the wholly unanticipated storm which had so terribly burst upon him had yet burst upon him for his good for the place which in its undetected insipiency the storm had obscurely occupied in his soul seemed now clear sky to him and all his horizon seemed distinctly commanded by him his resolution was a strange and extraordinary one but therefore it only the better met a strange and extraordinary emergency but it was not only strange and extraordinary in its novelty of mere aspect

but it was wonderful in its unequaled renunciation of himself from the first determined at all hazards to hold his father's fair fame in violet from anything he should do in reference to protecting isabel and extending to her a brother's utmost devotedness and love and equally determined not to shake his mother's lasting peace by any useless exposure of unwelcome facts and yet vowed in his deepest soul some way to embrace isabel before the world and yield to her his constant consolation and companionship and finding no possible mode of unidly compassing all these ends without a most singular act of pious in posture which ye thought all heaven would justify in him since he himself was to be the grand self-renouncing victim therefore this was his settled and a movable purpose now namely to assume before the world that by secret rites pierre glendinning was already become the husband of isabel banford an assumption which would entirely warrant his dwelling in her continual company and upon equal terms taking her wherever the world admitted him and at the same time foreclose all sinister inquisitions bearing upon his deceased parents memory or any way affecting his mother's lasting peace as indissulably linked with thine mat true he in embryo foreknew that the extraordinary thing he had resolved would in another way indirectly though inevitably dart a most keen pang into his mother's heart

but this then seemed to him part of the unavoidable vast price of his enthusiastic virtue and thus minded rather would he privately pain his living mother with a wound that might be curable than cast world-wide and a remediable dishonor so it seemed to him upon his departed father probably no other being than isabel could have produced upon pierre impressions powerful enough to eventuate in a final resolution so unparalleled as the above but the wonderful melodiousness of her grief had touched the secret monochord within his breast by an apparent magic precisely similar to that which had moved the stringed tongue of her guitar to respond to the heart-strings of her own melancholy plaints the deep voice of the being of isabel called to him from out the immense distances of sky and air and there seemed no veto of the earth that could forbid her heavenly claim during the three days that he had personally known her and so been brought into magnetic contact with her other persuasions and potencies than those direct ones involved in her bewildering eyes and marvellous story had unconsciously left their ineffaceable impressions on him and perhaps without his privity had mainly contributed to his resolve she had impressed him as the glorious child of pride and grief in whose countenance were traceable the divinest lineaments of both her parents pride gave to her her nameless nobleness grief touched that nobleness with an angelical softness and again that softness was steeped in a most charitable humility

which was the foundation of her loftiest excellence of all neither by word or letter had isabel betrayed any spark of those more common emotions and desires which might not unreasonably be ascribed to an ordinary person placed in circumstances like hers though almost penniless she had not invoked the pecuniary bounty of pierre and though she was altogether silent on that subject yet pierre could not but be strangely sensible of something in her which disdained to voluntarily hang upon the mere bounty even of a brother nor though she by various nameless ways manifested her consciousness of being surrounded by uncongenial and inferior beings while yet descended from a general stock and personally meriting the most refined companionships which the wide world could yield nevertheless she had not demanded of pierre that he should array her in brocade and lead her forth among the rare and opulent ladies of the land but while thus evincing her intuitive true lady likeness and nobleness by this entire freedom from all sordid motives neither had she merged all her feelings and any sickly sentimentalities of sisterly affections of sisterly effect toward her so suddenly discovered brother which in the case of a naturally unattractive woman in her circumstances would not have been altogether alluring to pierre no that intense and indescribable longing which her letter by its very incoherencies had best embodied proceeded from no base vain or ordinary motive whatever but was the unsuppressible and unmistakable cry of the godhead through her soul commanding pier to fly to her and do his highest and most glorious duty in the world

nor now as it changedly seemed to pier did that duty consist in stubbornly flying in the marble face of the past and striving to reverse the decree which had pronounced that isabel could never perfectly inherit all the privileges of a legitimate child of her father and thoroughly now he felt that even as this would in the present case be both preposterous in itself and cruel in effect to both the living and the dead so was it entirely undesired by isabel who though once yielding to a momentary burst of aggressive enthusiasm yet in her more wanted mood of mournfulness and sweetness evinced no such lawless wandering thoroughly now he felt that isabel was content to live obscure in her paternal identity so long as she could any way appease her deep longings for the constant love and sympathy and close domestic contact of some one of her blood so that pierre had no slightest misgiving that upon learning the character of esteem she would deem it to come short of her natural expectations while so far as its apparent strangeness was concerned a strangeness perhaps invincible to squeamish and humdrum women here pierre anticipated no obstacle in isabel for her whole past was strange and strangeness seemed best befitting to her future but had pierre now re-read the opening paragraph of her letter to him he might have very quickly derived a powerful anticipative objection from his sister which his own complete disinfestedness concealed from him though pierre had every reason to believe that owing to her secluded and humble life isabel was in entire ignorance of the fact of his precise relation to lucy tartan

an ignorance whose first indirect and unconscious manifestation in isabel had been unspeakably welcome to him and though of course he had both wisely and benevolently abstained from enlightening her on that point still notwithstanding this was it possible that any true-hearted noble girl like isabel would to benefit herself willingly become a participator in an act which would prospectively and forever bar the blessed boon of marriageable love from one so young and generous as pierre and eternally entangle him in a fictitious alliance which though in reality but a web of air yet in effect would prove a wall of iron for the same powerful motive which induced the thought of forming such an alliance would always thereafter forbid that tacit exposure of its fictitiousness which would be consequent upon its public discontinuance and the real nuptials appear with any other being during the lifetime of isabel but according to what view you take of it it is either the gracious or the malicious gift of the great god's demand that on the threshold of any holy new and momentous devoted enterprise the thousand ulterior intricacies and imperilings to which it most conduct these at the outset are mostly withheld from sight and so through her ever primeval wilderness fortune's knight rides on alike ignorant of the palaces or the pitfalls in its heart surprising and past all ordinary belief are those strange oversights and inconsistencies into which the enthusiastic meditation upon unique or extreme resolves will sometimes begin in young and over ardent souls that all comprehending oneness that calm representativeness by which a steady philosophic mind reaches forth and draws to itself in their collective entirety the objects of its contemplations

that pertains not to the young enthusiast by his eagerness all objects are deceptively foreshortened by his intensity each object is viewed as detached so that essentially and relatively everything is misseen by him already have we exposed that passing preposterousness in pierre which by reason of the above-named cause which we have endeavoured to portray induced him to cherries for a time for unitedly impossible designs and now we behold this hapless youth fall eager to involve himself in such an inexplicable twist of fate that the three dexterous maize themselves could hardly disentangle him if once he tied the complicating knots about him and isabel ah thou rash boy are there no couriers in the air to warn thee away from these imperilings and point thee to those cretan labyrinths to which thy life's court is leading thee where now are the high benefices whither fled the sweet angels that are alleged guardians to man not that the impulsive pier wholly overlooked all that was menacing to him in his future if now he acted out his most rare resolve but eagerly foreshortened by him they assumed not their full magnitude of menacing nor indeed so riveted now his purpose were they pushed up to his face would he for that renounce his self-renunciation while concerning all things more immediately contingent upon his central resolution these were doubtless in a measure foreseen and understood by him perfectly at least he seemed to foresee and understand that the present hope of lucy tartan must be banished from his being that this would carry a terrible pang to her which in the natural recoil would but redouble his own

that to the world all his heroiness standing equally unexplained and unsuspected therefore the world would denounce him as infamously false to his betrothed reckless of the most binding human vows a secret wooer and wetter of an unknown and enigmatic a spurner of all a loving mother's wisest counsellings a bring her down of lasting reproach upon an honourable name a besotted self-exile from a most prosperous house and bounteous fortune and lastly that now his whole life would in the eyes of the wide humanity be covered with an all-pervading haze of incurable sinisterness possibly not to be removed even in the concluding hour of death such o thou son of man are the perils and the miseries thou callest down on thee when even in a virtuous cause thou stepest aside from those arbitrary lines of conduct by which the common world however base undastardly surrounds thee for thy worldly good oft times it is very wonderful to trace the rarest and profoundest things and find their probable origin in something extremely trite or trivial yet so strange and complicate is the human soul so much is confusedly evolved from out itself and such vast and varied accessions come to it from abroad and so impossible is it always to distinguish between these two that the wisest man were rash positively to assign the precise and his and incipient origination of his final thoughts and acts far as we blind moles can see man's life seems but an acting upon mysterious hints it is somehow hinted to us to do thus or thus for surely no mere mortal who has at all gone down into himself will ever pretend that his slightest thought or act solely originates in his own defined identity

this preamble seems not entirely unnecessary as usher of the strange conceit that possibly the latent germ of pierre's proposed extraordinary mode of executing his proposed extraordinary resolve namely the nominal conversion of a sister into a wife might have been found in the previous conversational conversion of a mother into a sister for hereby he had habituated his voice and manner to a certain fictitiousness in one of the closest domestic relations of life and since man's moral texture is very porous and things assumed upon the surface at last strike in hence this outward habituation to the above-named fictitiousness had insensibly disposed as mind to it as it were but only innocently and pleasantly as yet if by any possibility this general conceit be so then to pierre the times of sportfulness were as pregnant with the hours of earnestness and in sport he learnt the terms of of woe chapter two if next to that resolve concerning his lasting fraternal succor to isabel there was at this present time any determination in pierre absolutely inflexible and partaking at once of the sacredness and the indesolubleness of the most solemn oath it was the enthusiastic and apparently wholly supererogatory resolution to hold his father's memory untouched nor to one single being in the world revealed that paternity of isabel unrecollably dead and gone from out the living world again returned to utter helplessness so far as this world went his perished father seemed to appeal to the dutifulness and mercifleness of pierre in terms far more moving than though the accents proceeded from his mortal mouth in what though not through the sin of pierre but through his father's sin that father's fair fame now lay at the mercy of the son and could only be

be kept inviolate by the sun's free sacrifice of all earthly felicity what if this were so it but struck a still loftier cord in the bosom of the sum and filled him with infinite magnanimities never had the generous pierre cherished the heathenish conceit that even in the general world sin is a fair object to be stretched on the cruelest racks by self-complacent virtue that self-complacent virtue may feed her lily-liveredness on the pallor of sins anguish for perfect virtue does not more lovely claim our approbation than repentant sin in its concludedness does demand our utmost tenderness and concern and as the more immense the virtue so should be the more immense our approbation likewise the more immense the sin the more infinite our pity in some sort sin hath its sacredness not less than holiness and great sin calls forth more magnanimity and small virtue what man who is a man does not feel livelier and more generous emotions toward the great god of sin satan than toward yonder haberdasher who only is a sinner in the small and entirely honorable way of trade though pierre profoundly shuddered at that impenetrable yet blackly significant nebulousness which the wild story of isabel threw around the early life of his father yet as he recalled the dumb anguish of the invocation

of the empty and the ashy hand uplifted from his father's death-bed he most keenly felt that of whatsoever unknown shade his father's guilt might be yet in the final hour of death it had been most dismally repented of by repentance only the more full of utter wretchedness than it was a consuming secret in him mince the matter how his family would had not his father died a raver whence that raving following so prosperous a life whence but from the cruelest compunctions touched thus and strung in all his sinews and his nerves to the holding of his father's memory intact pierre turned his confronting an unfrightened face toward lucy tartan and still vowed vowed that not even she should know the whole know not know the least there is an inevitable keen cruelty in the loftier heroism it is not heroism only to stand unflinched ourselves in the hour of suffering but it is heroism to stand unflinched both at our own and at some loved ones united suffering a united suffering which we could put an instant period to if we would but renounce the glorious cause for which ourselves do bleed and see our most loved one bleed if he would not reveal his father's shame to the common world whose favorable opinion for himself pierre now despised how then reveal it to the woman he adored to her above all others would he now uncover his father's tune and bid her behold from what vile a taintings he himself had sprung so pierre turned round and tied lucy to the same state which must hold himself for he too plainly saw that it could not be but that both their hearts must burn yes his resolve concerning his father's memory involved the necessity of assuming even to lucy his marriage with isabel here he could not explain himself even to her this would aggravate the sharp pang of parting by self-suggested though wholly groundless surmising in lucy's mind

in the most miserable degree contaminating to her idea of him but on this point he still fondly trusted that without at all marring his filial bond he would be enabled by some significant intimations to arrest in lucy's mind those darker imaginings which might find entrance there and if he could not set her wholly right yet prevent her from going wildly long for his mother pierre was more prepared he considered that by an inscrutable decree which it was but foolishness to try to evade or shun or deny existence to since he felt it so profoundly pressing on his inmost soul the family of the glendinnings was imperiously called upon to offer up a victim to the gods of woe. One grand victim at the least, and that grand victim must be his mother or himself. If he disclosed his secret to the world, then his mother was made the victim. If at all hazards he kept it to himself, then himself would be the victim. A victim as respecting his mother, because under the peculiar circumstances of the case, the non-disclosure of the secret involved her entire and infamy

engendering misconception of himself but to this he bowed submissive one other thing and the last to be here named because the very least in the conscious thoughts of pierre one other thing remained to menace him with assured disastrousness this thing it was which though but dimly hinted of as yet still in the apprehension must have exerted a powerful influence upon pierre in preparing him for the worst his father's last and fatal sickness had seized him suddenly both the probable concealed distraction of his mind with reference to his early life as recalled him in an evil hour and his consequent mental wanderings these with other reasons had prevented him from framing a new will to supersede one made shortly after his marriage and ere pierre was born by that will which as yet had never been dragged into the courts of law and which in the fancied security of her own and her son's congenial and loving future mrs glendinning had never but once and then inconclusively offered to discuss with a view to a better and more appropriate ordering of things to meet circumstances non-existent at the time at the period the testament was framed by that will all the glendinny property was declared his mother's acutely sensible to those prophetic intimations in him which painted in advance the haughty temper of his offended mother as all bitterness and scorn toward a son once the object of her proudish joy but now become a deep reproach as not only rebellious to her but glaringly dishonorable before the world pierre distinctly foresaw that she never would have permitted isabel banford in her true character to cross her threshold neither would she now permit isabel

to cross her threshold in any other and disguised character least of all as that unknown an insidious girl who by some pernicious arts had lured her only son from honour into infamy but not to admit isabel was not to exclude pierre if indeed on independent grounds of exasperation against himself his mother would not cast him out nor did the same interior intimations in him which forepainted the above bearing of his mother abstained to trace her whole haughty heart as so unrelentingly set against him that while she would close her doors against both him and his fictitious wife so also she would not willingly contribute one copper to support them in a supposed union so entirely abhorrent to her and though pierre was not so familiar with the science of the law as to be quite certain what the law if appealed to concerning the provisions of his father's will would decree concerning any possible claims of the son to share with the mother in the property of the sire yet he prospectively felt an invincible repugnance to dragging his dead father's hand and seal into open court and fighting over them with a base mercenary motive and with his own mother for the antagonist for so thoroughly did his infallible presentiments paint his mother's character to him as operated upon and disclosed in all those fiercer traits hitherto held in abeyance by the mere chance and felicity of circumstances that he felt assured that her exasperation against him would even meet the test of a public legal contention concerning the glendinning property for indeed there was a reserved strength and masculinness in the character of his mother from which on all these points pierre had every thing to dread besides will the matter how he would pierre for nearly two whole years to come would still remain a minor an infant in the eye of the law incapable of personally asserting any

legal claim and though he might sue by his next friend yet who would be his voluntary next friend when the execution of his great resolve would for him depopulate all the world of friends now to all these things and many more seem the soul of this infatuated young enthusiast braced chapter three there is a dark mad mystery in some human hearts which sometimes during the tyranny of an usurper mood leads them to be all all eagerness to cast off the most intense beloved bond as a hindrance to the attainment of whatever transcendental object that usurper mood so tyrannically suggests then the beloved bond seems to hold us to no essential good lifted to exalted mounts we can dispense with all the veil endearments we spurn kisses our blisters to us and forsaking the palpitating forms of mortal love we emptily embrace the boundless and the unbodied air we think we are not human we become as immortal bachelors and gods but again like the greek gods themselves prone we descend to earth glad to be usorious once more glad to hide these godlike heads within the bosoms made of two seducing clay weary with the invariable earth the restless sailor breaks from every enfolding arm and puts to sea and height of tempest that blows off shore but in long night watches at the antipities how heavily that ocean gloom lies in vast bales upon the deck thinking that that very moment in his deserted hamlet home the household sun is high and many a sun-eyed maiden

as the sun he curses fate himself he curses his senseless madness which is himself for whoso once has known this sweet knowledge and then fled it in absence to him the avenging dream will come pierre was now this vulnerable god this self-uprating sailor this dreamer of the avenging dream though in some things he had unjuggled himself and forced himself to eye the prospect as it was yet so far as lucy was concerned he was at bottom still a juggler true in his extraordinary scheme lucy was so intimately interwoven that it seemed impossible for him at all to cast his future without some way having that heart's love in view but ignorant of its quantity is yet or fearful of ascertaining it like an algebraist for the real lucy he in his scheming thoughts had substituted but a sign some empty x and in the ultimate solution of the problem that empty x still figured not the real lucy but now when risen from the abasement of his chamber floor and risen from the still profounder frustration of his soul pierre had thought that all the horizon of his dark fate was commanded by him all his resolutions clearly defined and removably decreed now finally to top all there suddenly slid into his inmost heart the living and breathing form of lucy his lungs collapsed his eyeballs glared for the sweet imagined form so long buried alive in him seemed now as gliding on him from the grave and her light hair swept far adown her shroud then for the time all minor things were wellmed in him his mother isabel the whole wide world and one only thing remained to him this all including query lucy or god

but here we draw a veil some nameless struggles of the soul cannot be painted and some woes will not be told let the ambiguous procession of events reveal their own ambiguousness in of book ten book eleven of pierre o'er the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-box recording is in the public domain he crosses the rubicon chapter one sucked within the maelstrom man must go round strike at one end the longest conceivable row of billiard balls in close in close contact and the furthest ball will start forth while all the rest stand still and yet that last ball was not struck at all so through long previous generations whether of births or thoughts fate strikes the present man idly he disowns the blow's effect because he felt no blow and indeed received no blow but pierre was not arguing fixed fate and free will now fixed fate and free will were arguing him and fixed fate got the better in the debate the peculiarities of those influences which on the night and early morning following the last interview with isabel persuaded pierre to the adoption of his final resolve did now irresistibly impel him to a remarkable instantaneousness in his actions even as before he had proved a lagger

without being consciously that way pointed through the desire of anticipating any objections on the part of isabel to the assumption of a marriage between himself and her pierre was now impetuously hurried into an act which should have the effective virtue of some such an executed intention without its corresponding motive because as the primitive resolve so deplorably involved lucy her image was then prominent in his mind and hence because he felt all eagerness to hold her no longer in suspense but by a certain sort of charity of cruelty at once to pronounce to her her fate therefore it was among his first final thoughts that morning to go to lucy and to this undoubtedly so trifling a circumstance as her being nearer to him geographically than isabel must have contributed some added though unconscious influence in his present fateful frame of mind on the previous undetermined days pierre had solicitously sought to disguise his emotions from his mother by a certain carefulness and choiceness in his dress but now since his very soul was forced to wear a mask he would wear no paltry palliatives and disguisements on his body he went to the cottage of lucy as disordid in his person as haggard in his face chapter two she was not risen yet so the strange imperious instantaneousness in him impelled him to go straight to her chamber door and in a voice of mild invincibleness demand immediate audience for the matter pressed

already namelessly concerned and alarmed for her lover now eight and forty hours absent on some mysterious and undisclosable affair lucy at this surprising summons was overwhelmed with sudden terror and an oblivion of all ordinary proprieties responded to pierre's call by an immediate assent opening the door he advanced slowly and deliberately toward her and as lucy caught his pale determined figure she gave a cry of groping misery which knew not the pang that caused it and lifted herself trembling in her bed but without uttering one word pierre sat down on the bedside and his set eyes met her terrified and virgin aspect decked in snow-white and pale of cheek thou indeed art fitted for the altar but not that one of which thy fond heart didst dream so fair a victim pierre tis the last cruelty of tyrants to make their enemies slay each other my heart my heart nay lucy i am married the girl was no more pale but white as any leper the bedclothes trembled to the concealed shudderings of all her limbs one moment she sat looking vacantly into the blank eyes of pierre and then fell over toward him in a swoon swift madness mounted into the brain of pierre all the past seemed as a dream and all the present an unintelligible horror

he lifted her and extended her motionless form upon the bed and stamped for succor the maid martha came running into the room and beholding those two inexplicable figures shrieked and turned in terror but pierre's repeated cry rallied martha from this and darting out of the chamber she returned with a sharp restorative which at length brought lucy back to life martha martha now murmured lucy in a scarce audible whispering and shuddering in the maid's own shuddering arms quick quick come to me drive it away wake me wake me nay pray god to sleep again cried martha bending over her and embracing her and half turning upon pierre with a glance of loathing indignation in god's holy name sir what may this be how came you here accursed accursed it is well is she herself again martha thou hast somehow murdered her how then be herself again my sweet mistress oh my young mistress tell me tell me and she bent low over her pierre now advanced toward the bed making a gesture for the maid to leave them but soon as lucy recall his haggard form she whisperingly wailed again martha drive it away there there him him and shut her eyes convulsively with arms abhorrently outstretched monster incomprehensible fiend cried the anew terror smitten maid depart see she dies away at the sight of thee begone wouldst thou murder her afresh begone

starched and frozen by his own emotion pierre silently turned and quitted the chamber and heavily descending the stairs tramped heavily as a man slowly bearing a great burden through a long narrow passage leading to a wing in the rear of the cottage and knocking at miss lanellan's door summoned her to lucy who he briefly said had fainted then without waiting for any response left the house and went directly to the mansion chapter three is my mother up yet said he to dates whom he met in the hall not yet sir heaven sir are you sick to death let me pass pass ascending toward his mother's chamber he heard a coming step and met her on the great middle landing of the stairs where in an ample niche a marble group of the temple polluting and his two innocent children caught in inextricable snarls of snakes writhed in eternal torments mother go back with me to thy chamber she eyed his sudden presence with a dark but repressed foreboding drew herself up haughtily and repellingly and with a quivering lip said pierre thou thyself hast denied me thy confidence and thou shalt not force me back to it so easily speak what is that now between thee and me i am married mother great god to whom not to lucy tartan mother that thou merely sayest tis not lucy without saying who indeed it is this is good proof she is something vile does lucy know thy marriage i am but just from lucy's

thus far mrs glendinning's rigidity had been slowly relaxing now she clutched the baluster bent over and trembled for a moment then erected all her haughtiness again and stood before pierre in in curious unappeasable grief and scorn for him my dark soul prophesied something dark if already thou hast not found other lodgment and other table than this house supplies then seek it straight beneath my roof and at my table he who was once pierre glendinning no more puts himself she turned from him and with a tottering stepped climbed the winding stairs and disappeared from him while in the baluster he held pierre seemed to feel the sudden thrill running down to him from his mother's convulsive grasp he stared about him with an idiot eye staggered to the floor below to dumbly quit the house but as he crossed its threshold his foot tripped upon its raised ledge he pitched forward upon the stone portico and fell he seemed as jeeringly hurled from beneath his own ancestral roof chapter four passing through the broad courtyard's post turnpierre closed it after him and then turned and leaned upon it his eyes fixed upon the great central chimney of the mansion from which a light blue smoke was wreathing gently into the morning air the hearth stone from which thou risest never more i inly feel will these feet press o god what callest thou that which has thus made pierre a vagabond

he walked slowly away and passing the windows of lucy looked up and saw the white curtains closely drawn the white cottage profoundly still and a white saddle-horse tied before the gate i would enter but again would her abhorrent whales repel what more can i now say or do to her i cannot explain she knows all i propose to disclose ay but thou didst cruelly burst upon her with it thy impetuousness thy instantaneousness hath killed her pierre nay nay nay cruel tidings who can gently break if to stab be inevitable then instant be the dagger those curtains are close drawn upon her so let me upon her sweet image draw the curtains of my soul sleep sleep sleep thou angel wake no more to pierre nor to thyself my lucy passing on now hurriedly and blindly he jostled against some oppositely going wayfarer the man paused amazed and looking up pierre recognized the domestic of the mansion that instantaneousness which now impelled him in all his actions again seized the ascendency in him ignoring the dismayed expression of the man at thus encountering his young master pierre commanded him to follow him going straight to the black swan the little village inn he entered the first vacant room and bidding the man be seated sought the keeper of the house and ordered pen and paper

if fit opportunity offer in the hour of unusual affliction minds of a certain temperament find a strange hysterical relief in a wild perverse humorousness the more alluring from its entire unsuitableness to the occasion although they seldom manifest this trait toward those individuals more immediately involved in the cause or the effect of their suffering the cool censoriousness of the mere philosopher would denominate such conduct as nothing short of temporary madness and perhaps it is since in the inexorable and inhuman eye of mere undiluted reason all grief whether on our own account or that of others is the sheerest unreason and insanity the note now written was the following for that fine old fellow dates dates my old boy bestir thyself now go to my room dates and bring me down my mahogany strong box and lock up the thing covered with blue chintz strap it very carefully my sweet dates it is rather heavy and set it just without the post-turn then back and bring me down my writing-desk and set that to just without the post-turn then back yet again and bring me down the old camp-bed see that all the parts be there and bind the case well with a cord then go to the left corner little drawer in my wardrobe and thou wilt find my visiting cards tack one on the chest and the desk and the camp-bed case then get all my clothes together and pack them in trunks not forgetting the two old military cloaks my boy and tack cards on them also my good dates then fly round three times indefinitely my good dates and wipe a little of the perspiration off and then let me see then my good dates why what then why this much pick up all papers of all sorts that may be lying round my chamber and see them burned and then have old white hoof put to the

lightest farm wagon and send the chest and the desk and the camp-bed and the trunks to the black swan where i shall call for them when i'm ready and not before sweet dates so god bless thee my fine old imperturbable dates and adieu thy old young master pierre nota benet mark well though dates should my mother possibly interrupt thee say that it is my orders and mention what it is i send for but on no account show this to thy mistress do you hear pierre again folding this scrawl into a grotesque shape pierre ordered the man to take it forthwith to dates but the man all perplexed hesitated turning the billet over in his hand till pierre loudly and violently pat him begone but as the man was then rapidly departing in a panic pierre called him back and retracted his rude words but as the servant now lingered again perhaps thinking to avail himself of this repentant mood in pierre to say something in sympathy or remonstrance to him pierre ordered him off with augmented violence and stamped for him to be gone apprising the equally perplexed old landlord that certain things would in the course of that forenoon be left for him pierre at the inn and also desiring him to prepare a chamber for himself and wife that night some chamber with a commodious connecting-room which might answer for a dressing-room and likewise still another chamber for a servant pierre departed the place leaving the old landlord staring vacantly at him and dumbly marvelling what horrible thing had happened to turn the brain of his fine young favorite and old shooting comrade master pierre soon the short old man went out bareheaded upon the low port of the inn descended its one step and crossed over to the middle of the road gazing after pierre and only as pierre turned up a distant lane did his amazement and his solicitude find utterance

i taught him yes old casks the best shot in all the country round is master pierre pray god he hits not now the bull's eye in himself married married and coming here this is pesky strange in the book eleven book twelve of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this libervox recording is in the public domain isabel mrs glendinning the portrait and lucy chapter one when on the previous night pierre had left the farmhouse where isabel harbored it will be remembered that no hour either of night or day no special time at all had been assigned for a succeeding interview it was isabel who for some doubtlessly sufficient reason of her own had for the first meeting assigned the early hour of darkness as now when the full sun was well up the heavens pierre drew near the farmhouse of the oldvers he descried isabel standing without the little dairy wing occupied in vertically arranging numerous glittering shield-like milk pans on a long shelf where they might purifyingly meet the sun her back was toward him as pierre passed through the open wicket and crossed the short soft green sward he unconsciously muffled his footsteps and now standing close behind his sister touched her shoulder and stood still she started trembled turned upon him swiftly made a low strange cry and then gazed rivetedly and imploringly upon him i look rather queerish sweet isabel do i not said pierre at last with a writhed and painful smile my brother my blessed brother speak tell me what has happened what hast thou done oh oh i should have warned thee before pierre pierre pierre it is my fault mine mine

what is thy fault sweet isabel thou hast revealed isabel to that mother pierre i have not isabel mrs glendeney knows not thy secret at all mrs glendeney that's that's the secret at all mrs glendeney that's that's thine own mother pierre in heaven's name my brother explain thyself knows not my secret and yet thou here so suddenly and with such a fatal aspect come come with me into the house quick pierre why dost thou not stir oh my god if mad myself sometimes i am to make mad him who loves me best and who i fear has in some way ruined himself for me then let me no more stand upright on this side but fall prone beneath it that i may be hidden tell me catching pierre's arms in both her frantic hands tell me do i blast where i look is my face nay sweet isabel but it hath a more sovereign power that turned a stone thine might turn white marble into mother's milk come with me come quickly they passed into the dairy and sat down on a bench by the honey-suckled casement pierre for ever fatal and accursed be the day my longing heart call thee to me if now in the very spring-time of our related love thou art minded to play deceivingly with me even though thou shouldst fancy it for my good speak to me oh speak to me my brother thou hintest of deceiving one for one's good now supposing sweet isabel that in no case would i affirmatively deceive thee in no case whatever wouldst thou then be willing for thee and me to piously deceive others for both there and our united good thou sayest nothing now then is it my turn sweet isabel to bid thee speak to me oh speak to me that unknown approaching thing seemeth ever ill my brother which must have unfranc heralds to go before

oh pierre dear dear pierre be very careful with me this strange mysterious unexampled love between us makes me all plastic in my hand be very careful with me i know little out of me the world seems all one unknown india to me look up look on me pierre say now thou wilt be very careful say so say so pierre if the most exquisite and fragile filigree of genoa be carefully handled by its artisan if say so if sacred nature carefully folds and warms and by inconceivable attentivenesses eggs round and round her minute and marvellous embryos and isabel do i most carefully and most tenderly egg thee gentlest one and the fate of thee short of the great god isabel there lives none who will be more careful with thee more infinitely considered and delicate with thee from my deepest heart do i believe thee pierre yet thou mayest be very delicate in some point where delicateness is not all essential and in some quick impulsive hour omit thy fullest heedfulness somewhere where heedlessness were most fatal nay nay my brother bleach these locks snow-white thou son if i have any thought to reproach thee pierre or betray distrust of thee but earnestness must sometimes seem suspicious else it is none. Pierre Pierre, all thy aspect speaks eloquently of some already executed resolution born in suddenness. Since I last saw thee, Pierre, some deed irrevocable has been done by thee.

My soul is stiff and starch to it. Now tell me what it is. Thou and I, and Delhi over, to-morrow morning, depart this whole neighborhood, and go to the distant city. That is it. No more. is it not enough there is something more pierre thou hast not yet answered a question i put to thee but just now bethink thee isabel the deceiving out brothers by thee and me in a thing wholly pertaining to ourselves for there and our united good wits i would do anything that does not tend to the marring of thy best lasting fortunes pierre what is it thou wits have thee and me to do together i wait i wait let us go into the room of the double casement my son sister said pierre rising nay then if it cannot be said here then can i not do it anywhere my brother for it would harm thee girl cried pierre sternly if for thee i have lost but he checked himself lost for me now does the very worst blacken on me pierre pierre i was foolish and sought but to frighten thee my sister it was very foolish do thou now go on with thine innocent work here and i will come again a few hours hence let me go now he was turning from her when isabel sprang forward to him caught him with both her arms round him and held him so convulsively that her hair sideways swept over him and half concealed him

pierre if indeed my soul hath cast on thee the same black shadow that my hair now flings on thee if thou hast lost aught for me then eternally is isabel lost to isabel and isabel will not outlive this night if i am indeed an a cursing thing i will not act the given part but cheat the air and die from it see i let thee go lest some poison i know not of distil upon thee from me she slowly drooped and trembled from him but pierre caught her and supported her foolish foolish one behold in the very bodily act of loosing hold of me thou dost reel and fall unanswerable emblem of the indispensable heart stay i am to thee my sweet sweet isabel pray not then of parting what hast thou lost for me tell me a gainful loss my sister tis mere rhetoric what hast thou lost nothing that my inmost heart would now recall i have bought inner love and glory by a price which large or small i would not now have paid me back so i must return the thing i bought is love then cold and glory white thy cheek is snowy pierre it should be for i believe to god that i am pure let the world think how it may what hast thou lost not thee nor the pride and glory of ever loving thee and being a continual brother to thee my best sister nay why dost thou now turn thy face from me with fine words he wheedles me and coaxes me not to know some secret thing go go pierre come to me when thou wilt i am steel now to the worst and to the last again i tell thee i will do anything yes anything that pierre commands for though outer ill do lower upon us still deep with him thou wilt be careful very careful with me pierre

thou art made of that fine unshared stuff of which god makes his seraphim but thy divine devotedness to me is met by mine to thee well mayest thou trust me isabel and whatever strangest thing i may yet propose to thee thy confidence will it not bear me out surely thou will not hesitate to plunge when i plunged first already have i plunged now thou canst not stay upon the bank hearken hearken to me i seek not now to gain thy prior ascent to a thing as yet undone but i call to thee now isabel from the depth of a foregone act to ratify backward by thy consent look not so hard upon me listen i will tell all visible though thou art all fearfulness to injure any living thing least of all thy brother still thy true heart for knoweth not the myriad alliances and criss-crossings among mankind the infinite entanglements of all social things which forbids that one thread should fly the general fabric on some new line of duty without tearing itself and tearing others listen all that has happened up to this moment and all that may be yet to happen some sudden inspiration now assures me inevitably proceeded from the first hour i saw thee not possibly could it or can it be otherwise therefore feel i that i have some patience listen whatever outer things might possibly be mine whatever seeming brightest blessings yet now to live uncomforting and unloving to thee isabel now to dwell domestically away from thee so that only by stealth and base connivances of the night i could come to thee as that related brother this would be and is unutterably impossible in my bosom a secret adder of self-reproach and self-infamy would never leave off its sting

but without gratuitous dishonour to a memory which for right cause or wrong is ever sacred and inviolate to me i cannot be an open brother to thee isabel but thou wantest not the openness for thou dost not pine for empty nominal but for vital realness. What thou wantest, does not the occasional openness of my brotherly love, but its continual domestic confidence. Do I not speak thine own hidden heart to thee, say, Isabel? Well, then, still listen to me. One only way presents to this, a most strange way, isabel. To the world that never throbbed for thee in love, a most deceitful way, but to all a harmless way, so harmless in its essence, Isabel, that seems to me. me, Pierre, hath consulted heaven itself upon it, and heaven itself did not say nay. Still listen to me, mark me.

As thou knowest that thou wouldst now droop and die without me, so would I without thee. We are equal there. Mark that, too, Isabel. I do not stoop to thee, nor thou to me, but we both reach up alike to a glorious ideal. Now the continuateness, the secretness, yet the always present domesticness of our love, how may we best compass that without jeopardizing the ever sacred memory i hinted up one way one way only one a strange way but most pure listen brace thyself here let me hold thee now and then whisper it to thee isabel come i hold him thee thou canst not fall he held her tremblingly she bent over toward him his mouth wet her ear he whispered it the girl moved not was done with all her tremblings leaned closer to her to him with an inexpressible strangeness of an intense love new and inexplicable over the face of pierre the shot of terrible self-revelation he imprinted repeated burning kisses upon her pressed hard her hand would not let go her sweet and awful passiveness then they changed they coiled together and entangledly stood mute chapter two mrs glendony walked her chamber

her dress loosened that such a cursed vileness should proceed from me now will the tongued world say see the vile boy of mary glendening deceitful thick with guilt where i thought it was all guilelessness and gentless docility to me it is not happened it is not day were this thing so i should grow mad and be shut up and not walk here where every door is open to me my own only son married to an unknown thing my own only son foster his holiest plightest public vow and the wide world knowing to it he bears my name clendening i will disown it were it like this dress i would tear my name off from me and burn it till it shrivel to a crisp pierre pierre come back come back and swear it is not so it cannot be wait i will ring the bell and see if it be so She wrung the bell with violence, and soon heard a responsive knock. Come in, nay, falter not, throwing a shawl over her. Come in, stand there, and tell me, if thou darest that my son was in this house this morning, and met me on the stairs, darest thou, say that. Dates look confounded at her most unwanted aspect.

Say it, find thy tongue, or I will root mine out and fling it at thee. my dear mistress i am not thy mistress but thou my master for if thou sayest it thou commandest me to madness o vile boy begone from me she locked the door upon him and swiftly and distractedly walked her chamber she paused and tossing down the curtains shut out the sun from the two windows another but an unsummoned knock was at the door she opened it my mistress his reverences below i would not call you but he insisted let him come up here immediately didst thou hear me that mr faldgrave come up as if suddenly and admonishingly made aware by dates of the ungovernable mood of mrs glendening the clergyman entered the open door of her chamber with the most deprecating but honest reluctance and apprehensiveness of he knew not what be seated sir stay shut the door and lock it madam i will do it be seated hast thou seen him whom madam master pierre him quick it was to speak of him i came madam he made a most extraordinary call upon me last night midnight and thou marriedst him damned thee nay nay nay madam there is something here i know not of i came to tell thee news but thou hast some orwhelming tidings to reveal to me i beg no pardons but i may be sorry mr falls grave my son standing publicly plighted to lucy tartan has privately wedded some of the girl some slut

impossible true as thou art there thou knowest nothing of it then nothing nothing not one grain till now who is it he has wedded some slut i tell thee i am no lady now but something deeper a woman an outraged and pride poisoned woman she turned from him swiftly and again paced the room as frantic and entirely regardless of any presence waiting for her to pause but in vain mr falls grave advanced toward her cautiously and with the profoundest deference which was almost a cringing spoke it is the hour of woe to thee and i confess my cloth hath no consolation for thee yet awhile permit me to withdraw from thee leaving my best prayers for thee that thou mayest know some peace ere this now shut out sun goes down send for me whenever thou desirest me may i go now begone and let me not hear thy soft mincing voice which is an infamy to a man begone thou helpless an unhelping one she swiftly paced the room again swiftly muttering to herself now now now now i see it clearer clearer clearer now as day my first dim suspicions pointed right to right i the sewing it was the sewing the shriek i saw him gazing rooted at her he would not speak going home with me i charged him with his silence he put me off with lies lies lies ay he is married to her to her to her perhaps was then and yet and yet how can it be lucy lucy i saw him after that look on her as if he would be glad to die for her and go to hell for her whether he deserves to go oh oh oh thus ruthlessly to cut off at one gross sensual dash the fair succession of an honourable race mixing the choicest wine with filthy water from the plebeian pool and so turning

all too undistinguishable rankness o viper had i thee now in me i would be a suicide and a murderer with one blow a third knock was at the door she opened it my mistress i thought it would disturb you it is so just overhead so i have not removed them yet unravely thy gibberish what is it pardon my mistress i somehow thought you knew it but you cannot what is that writing crumpling in my hand give it me i have promised my young master not to my mistress i will snatch it then and so leave thee blameless what what he's mad sure fine old fellow dates what what mad and merry chest clothes trunks he wants them tumble them out of his window and if he stand right beneath tumble them out dismantle that whole room tear up the carpet i swear he shall leave no smallest vestige in this house here this very spot here here where i stand he may have stood upon yes he tied my shoestring here it slippery dates my mistress do his bidding by reflection he has made me infamous to the world and i will make him infamous to it listen and do not delude thyself that i am crazy go up to yonder room pointing upward and remove every article in it and where he bid thee set down the chest and trucks there set down all the contents of that room twas before the house this house and if it had not been there i would not order thee to put them there dunce i would have the world know that i disown and scorn him do my bidding stay let the room stand but take him what he asked for i will my mistress as dates left the chamber mrs glendinning again paced it swiftly and again swiftly muttered now if i were less a strong and haughty woman the fit would have gone by ere now but deep volcanoes long burn ere they burn out

oh that the world were made of such malleable stuff that we could recklessly do our fieriest hearts wish before it and not falter a curse be those four syllables of sound which make up that vile word propriety it is a chain and bell to drag drag what sound is that there's dragging his trunks the travellers dragging out oh would i could so drag my heart as fisher's for the drowned do as that i might drag up my sunken happiness boy boy worse than brought in dripping drowned to me drowned in icy infamy oh oh oh she threw herself upon the bed covered her face and lay motionless but suddenly rose again and hurriedly rang the bell open that desk and draw the stand to me now wait and take this to miss lucy with a pencil she rapidly traced these lines my heart bleeds for thee sweet lucy i cannot speak i know it all look for me the first hour i-i i know it all look for me the first hour i I regain myself. Again, she threw herself upon the bed and lay motionless. Chapter 3. Towards sundown that evening, Pierre stood in one of the three bespoken chambers in the black swan inn. The blue chintz-covered chest and the riding-desk before him. His hands were eagerly searching through his pockets.

The key, the key! Nay, then, I must force it open. It bodes ill, too. Yet lucky is it. Some bankers can break into their own vaults when other means do fail. not so ever let me see yes the tongs there now then for the sweet sight of gold and silver i never loved it till this day how long it has been hoarded little token pieces of years ago from aunt's uncles cousins innumerable and from but i won't mention them dead henceforth to me sure there'll be a premium on such ancient gold there's some broad bits token pieces to my i name him not more than half a century ago well well i never thought to cast them back into the sordid circulations whence they came but if they must be spent now is the time in this last necessity and in this sacred cause tis utmost stupid dunderheady crowbar hoi so ah now for it snake's nest four suddenly back the chest lit had as suddenly revealed to him the chair portrait lying on top of all the rest where he had secreted it some days before face up it met him with its noiseless ever nameless and ambiguous unchanging smile. Now his first repugnance was augmented by an emotion altogether new,

that certain lurking lineament in the portrait, whose strange transfer blended with far other and sweeter and noble characteristics was visible in the countenance of Isabel. That lineament in the portrait was somehow now detestable, nay altogether loathsome ineffably so to Pierre. He argued not with himself why this was, so he only felt it and most keenly omitting more subtle inquisition into this deftly winding theme it will be enough to hint perhaps that possibly one source of this new hatefulness had its primary and unconscious rise in one of those profound ideas which at times atmospherically as it were do insinuate themselves even into very ordinary minds in the strange relativeness reciprocalness and transmittedness between the long-dead father's

portrait and the living daughter's face pierre might have seemed to see reflected to him by visible and uncontradictable symbols the tyranny of time and fate painted before the daughter was conceived of born like a dumb seer the portrait still seemed levelling its prophetic finger at that empty air from which isabel did finally emerge there seemed to lurk some mystical intelligence and vitality in the picture because since in his own memory of his father pierre could not recall any distinct lineament transmitted to isabel but vaguely saw such in the portrait therefore not pierre's parent as any way rememberable by him but the portraits paint itself seemed the real father of isabel for so far as all sense went isabel had inherited one peculiar trait no whither traceable but to it and as his father was now sought to be banished from his mind as a most bitter presence there but isabel was become a thing of intense and fearful love for him therefore it was loathsome to him that in the smiling and ambiguous portrait her sweet mournful image should be so sinisterly be crooked bemixed and mutilated to him when the first shock and then the pause were over he lifted the portrait in his two hands and held it averted from him it shall not live hitherto i have hoarded up mementos and monuments of the past been a worshipper of all heirlooms a fond filer a wave of letters locks of hair bits of ribbon flowers and the thousand and one minutenesses which love and memory think they sanctify but it is forever over now if to me any memory shall henceforth be dear i will not mummy it in a visible memorial for every passing beggar's dust to gather on love's museum is vain and foolish as the catacombs where grinning apes and abjecture blizzards are embalmed as forsooth significant of some imagined charm.

It speaks merely of decay and death and nothing more. Decay and death of endless andumerable generations. It makes of earth one mold. How can lifelessness be fit memorial of light? So far four mementos of the sweetest. As for the rest, now I know this, that in commonest memorials, the twilight fact of death first discloses in some secret way all the ambiguities of that departed thing or person obliquely it casts hints and insinuates surmises base and eternally incapable of being cleared

decreed by god omnipotent it is that death should be the last scene of the last act of man's play a play which begin how it may in farce or comedy ever hath its tragic end the curtain inevitably falls upon a corpse therefore never more will i play the vile pigmy and by small memorials after death attempt to reverse the decree of death by assaying the poor perpetuating of the image of the original let all die and mix again as for this this why longer should i preserve it why preserve that on which one cannot patient look if i am resolved to hold his public memory in violet destroy this thing for here is the one great condemning and unsuborn proof whose mysticalness drives me half mad of old greek times before man's brain went into doting bondage and bleached and beaten in baconian fooling mills his four limbs lost their barbaric tan and beauty when the round world was fresh and rosy and spicy as a new plucked apple all's wilted now in those bold times the great dead were not turkey-like dished in trenches and set down all garnished in the ground to glut the damned cyclops like a cannibal but nobly envious life cheated the glutton worm and gloriously burned the corpse so that the spirit up pointed and visibly forked to heaven so now will i serve thee though that surity of which thou art the unsolved duplicate hath long gone to its hideous churchyard account and though god knows but for one part of thee it may have been fit auditing yet will i now a second time see thy obsequies performed and by now burning thee earn thee in the great vase of air come now a small wood-fire had been kindled on the hearth to purify the long-closed room it was now diminished to a small pointed heap of glowing embers and dismembering the gilded but tarnished frame pierre laid the four pieces on the coals as their dryness soon caught the sparks he rolled the reverse canvas into a scroll and tied it and committed it to the now crackling clamorous flames

steadfastly pierre watched the first crispings and blackenings of the painted scroll but started as suddenly unwinding from the burnt string that had tied it for one swift instant seen through the flame and smote the uprithing portrait tormentedly stared at him in beseeching horror and then wrapped in one broad sheet of oily fire disappeared forever yielding to a sudden ungovernable impulse pier darted his hand among the flames to rescue the imploring face but as swiftly drew back his scorched and bootless grasp his hand was burnt and blackened but he did not heed it he ran back to the chest and seizing repeated packages of family letters and all sorts of miscellaneous memorials and paper he threw them one after the other upon the fire thus and thus and thus on thy manes i fling fresh spoils pour out all my memory in one libation so so so lower lower lower now all is done and all is ashes henceforth cast out pierre hath no paternity and no past and since the future is one blank to all therefore twice disinherited pierre stands untrammeledly his ever-present self free to do his own self-will and present fancy to whatever end chapter four that same sunset lucy lay in her chamber a knock was heard at its door and the responding martha was met by the now self-controlled and resolute face of mrs glendening how is your young mistress martha may i come in but waiting for no answer with the same breath she passed the maid and determinedly entered the room she sat down by the bed and met the open eye but closed and pallid mouth of lucy she gazed rivetedly and inquisitively a moment then turned a quick aghast looked toward martha as if seeking warrant for some shuddering thought miss lucy said martha it is your it is mrs glendinning speak to her miss lucy as if left in the last helpless attitude of some spent contortion of her grief lucy was not lying in the ordinary posture of one in bed

but lay half crosswise upon it with the pale pillars propping her hewless form but a single sheet torn over her as though she were so heart overlaid that her white body could not bear one added feather and as in any snowy marble statue the draper clings to the limb so as one found round the fin defining she invested lucy it is mrs glendinny will you speak to her miss lucy the thin lips moved and trembled for a moment and then were still again and augmented pallor shrouded her martha brought restoratives and when always as before she made a gesture for the lady to depart and in a whisper said she will not speak to any she does not speak to me the doctor's just left he has been here five times since morning and says she must be kept entirely quiet then pointing to the stand at it you see where he has left mere restoratives quiet is her best medicine now he says quiet quiet oh sweet quiet will thou now ever come has mrs tartan been written to whispered the lady martha nodded so the lady moved to quit the room saying that once every two hours she would send to know how lucy fared but where where is her aunt martha she exclaimed lowly pausing at the door and glancing in sudden astonishment about the room surely surely mrs poor poor old lady weepingly whispered martha she hath caught infection from sweet lucy's woe she hurried hither caught one glimpse of that bed and fell like dead upon the floor the doctor hath two patients now lady glancing at the bed and tenderly feeling lucy's bosom to mark if yet it heaved alack alack o reptile reptile that could sting so sweet a breast fire would be too cold for him accursed thy own tongue blister the roof of thy mouth cried mrs glendinning in a half-stifled whispering scream tis not for thee hired one to rail it my son though he were lucifer simmering in hell mend thy manners minx and she left the chamber dilated with her unconquerable pride leaving martha aghast at such venom in such beauty

end of book twelve book thirteen of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this livervox recording is in the public domain they depart the meadows chapter one it was just dusk when pierre approached the ulver farmhouse in a wagon belonging to the black swan inn he met his sister shawled and bonneted in in the porch now then isabel is already where is delhi i see two most small and inconsiderable portmanteau we is the chest that holds the goods of the disowned the wagon waits isabel now is already and nothing left nothing pierre unless in going hence but i'll not think of that all's faded delhi where is she let us go in for her said pierre catching the hand of isabel and turning rapidly as he thus half dragged her into the little lighted entry and then dropping her hand placed his touch on the catch of the inner door isabel stayed his arm as if to keep him back till she should forewarn him against something concerning delhi but suddenly she started herself and for one instant eagerly pointing at his right hand seemed almost to half shrink from pierre tis nothing i am not hurt a slight burn the merest accidental scorch this morning but what's this he added lifting his hand higher smoke soot this comes of going in the dark sunlight and i had seen it but i had not touched thee isabel

isabel lifted her hand and showed the marks but it came from thee my brother and i would catch the plague from thee so that it should make me share thee do thou clean thy hand let mine alone deli cried pierre why may i not go to her to bring her forth placing her finger upon her lip isabel softly opened the door and showed the object of his inquiry avertedly seated muffled on a chair do not speak to her my brother whispered isabel and do not seek to behold her face as yet it will pass over now ere long i trust come shall we go now take delhi forth but do not speak to her i have bidden all good-bye the old people are in yonder room in the rear i am glad that they chose not to come out to attend our going forth come now be very quick pierre this is an hour i like not be it swiftly passed soon all three alighted at the inn ordering lights pierre led the way above stairs and ushered his two companions into one of the two outermost rooms of the three adjoining chambers prepared for all see said he to the mute and still self-averdhyselphiver is thy room miss ulver isabel has told thee all thou knowest our till now secret marriage she will stay with thee now till i return turned from a little business down the street to-morrow thou knowest very early we take the stage i may not see thee again till then so be steadfast and cheer up a very little miss olver and good-night all will be well

chapter two next morning by break of day at four o'clock the four swift hours were personified in four impatient horses which shook their trappings beneath the windows of the inn three figures emerged into the cool dim air and took their places in the coach the old landlord had silently and despondently shaken pierre by the hand the vain-glorious driver was on his box threadingly adjusting the four reins among the fingers of his buck-skin gloves the usual thin company of admiring oslers and other early onlookers were gathered about the port when on his companion's account all eager to cut short any vain delay at such a painful crisis pierre impetuously shouted for the coach to move in a moment the four meadow-fed young horses leaped forward their own generous lengths and the four responsive wheels roll their complete circles while making vast rearward flourishes with his whip the elated driver seemed as a bravado hero his ostentatious farewell signature in the empty air and so in the dim of the dawn and to the defiant crackings of that long and sharp resounding whip the three forever fled the sweet fields of saddle meadows the short old landlord gazed after the coach awhile and then re-entering the inn stroked his gray beard and muttered to himself i have kept this house now three and third and third years and have had plenty of bridal parties come and go in their long train of wagons break downs buggies gigs a gay and giggling train ha there's a pun

popped out like a cork i and once in ox-carts all garlanded ay and once the merry bride was bedded on a load of sweet-scented new-cut clover but such a bridle party as this morning's why it's as sad as funerals and brave mr pier glendinning is the groom well well wonders is all the go i thought i had done with wondering when i passed fifty but i keep wondering still ah somehow now i feel as though i had just come from lowering some old friend beneath the side and yet felt the grating cord marks in my palms tis early but i'll drink let's see cider a mug of cider tis shud sharp and pricks like a game-cock spur ciders the drink for grief oh lord that fat men should be so thin-skinned and suffer in pure sympathy on others account a thin-skin thin man he don't suffer so because there ain't so much stuff in him for his thin skin to cover well well well well well of all colics save me from the melancholics green melons is the greenest thing end of book thirteen book fourteen of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this libevox recording is in the public domain the journey and the pamphlet chapter one all profound things and emotions of things are preceded and attended by silence what a silence is that with which the pale bride precedes the responsive i will

to the priest's solemn question wilt thou have this man for thy husband in silence too the wetted hands are clasped yea in silence the child christ was born in silence the child christ was born in to the world. Silence is the general consecration of the universe. Silence is the invisible laying on of the divine pontiff's hands upon the world. Silence is at once the most harmless and the most awful thing in all nature. It speaks of the reserved forces of fate.

Silence is the only voice of our God. Nor is this. this so august silence confined to things simply touching or grand like the air silence permeates all things and produces its magical power as well during that peculiar mood which prevails at a solitary traveller's first setting forth on a journey as at the unimaginable time when before the world was silence brooded on the face of the waters no word was spoken by its inmates as the coach bearing our young enthusiast pierre and his mournful party sped forth through the dim dawn into the deep midnight which still occupied unrepulsed the hearts of the old woods through which the road wound very shortly after quitting the village when first entering the coach pierre had pressed his hand upon the cushioned seat to steady his way some crumpled leaves of paper had met his fingers he had instinctively clutched them and the same strange clutching mood of his soul which had prompted that instinctive act did also prevail in causing him now to retain the crumpled paper in his hand for an unconsted

hour or more of that wonderful intense silence which the rapid coach bore through the heart of the general stirless morning silence of the fields and the woods his thoughts were very dark and wild for a space there was rebellion and horrid anarchy and infidelity in his soul this temporary mood may best be likened to that which according to a singular story once told in the pulpit by a reverend man of god invaded the heart of an excellent priest in the midst of a solemn cathedral upon a cloudy sunday afternoon this priest was in the act of publicly administering the bread at the holy sacrament of the supper when the evil one suddenly propounded to him the possibility of the mere moonshine of the christian religion just such now was the mood of pierre to him the evil one propounded the possibility of the mere moonshine of all his self-renouncing enthusiasm the evil one footed at him and called him a fool but by instant and earnest prayer closing his two eyes with his two hands still holding the sacramental bread the devout priest had vanquished the impious devil not so with pierre the imperishable monument of his holy catholic church the imperishable record of his holy bible the imperishable intuition of the innate truth of christianity

these were the indestructible anchors which still held the priest to his firm faith's rock when the sudden storm raised by the evil one assailed him but pierre where could he find the church the monument the bible which unequivocally said to him go on thou art in the right i endorse thee all over go on so the difference between the priest and pierre was herein with the priest it was a matter whether certain bodily thoughts of his were true or not true but with pierre it was a question whether certain vital acts of his were right or wrong in this little nut germ-like the possible solution of some puzzling problems and also the discovery of additional and still more profound problems ensuing upon the solution of the former for so true is this last that some men refuse to solve any present problem for fear of making still more work for themselves in that way now pierre thought of the magical mournful letter of isabel he recalled the divine inspiration of that hour when the heroic words burst from his heart comfort thee and stand by thee and fight for thee will thy leapingly acknowledging brother

these remembrances unfurled themselves in proud exultations in his soul and from before such glorious banners of virtue the club-footed evil one limped away in dismay but now the dread fateful parting look of his mother came over him anew he heard the heart proscribing words beneath my roof and at my table he who was once pierre glendinning no more puts himself swooning in her snow-white bed the lifeless lucy lay before him wrapped as in the reverberating echoings of her own agonizing shriek my heart my heart then how swift the recurrence to isabel and the nameless awfulness of his still imperfectly conscious incipient new mingled emotion toward this mysterious being lo i leave corpses wherever i go groaned pierre to himself can then my conduct be right lo by my conduct i seem threatened by the possibility of a sin anomalous and accursed so anomalous it may well be the one for which scripture says there is never forgiveness corpses behind me and the last sin before how then can my conduct be right in this mood the silence accompanied him and the first visible rays of the morning sun in this same mood found him and saluted him the excitement and the sleepless night just passed and the strange narcotic of a quiet steady anguish and the sweet quiescence of the air and the monotonous

cradle-like motion of the coach over a road made firm and smoothed by a refreshing shower overnight these had wrought their wonted effect upon isabel and delhi with hidden faces they leaned fast asleep in pierre's sight fast asleep thus unconscious o sweet isabel oh forlorn delhi your swift destinies i bear in my own suddenly as his sad eye fell lower and lower from scanning their magically quiescent persons his glance lit upon his own clutched hand which rested on his knee some paper protruded from that clutch he knew not how it had got there or whence it had come though himself had closed his own grip upon it he lifted his hand and slowly unfingered and unbolted the paper and unrolled it and carefully smoothed it to see what it might be it was a thin tattered dried fish-like thing printed with blurred ink upon mean sleazy paper it seemed the opening pages of some ruinous old pamphlet a pamphlet containing a chapter or so a of some very voluminous disquisition the conclusion was gone it must have been accidentally left there by some previous traveller who perhaps in drawing out his handkerchief had ignorantly extracted his waist paper there is a singular infatuation in most men which leads them in odd moments intermitting between their regular occupations and when they find themselves all alone in some quiet

corner or nook to fasten with unaccountable fondness upon the merest rag of old printed paper some shred of a long exploded advertisement perhaps and read it and study it and reread it and pour over it and fairly agonize themselves over this miserable sleazy paper rag which at any other time or in any other place they would hardly touch with st dunstan's long tongs so now in a degree with pierre but notwithstanding that he with most other human beings shared in the strange hallucination above mentioned yet the first glimpse of the title of the dried fish-like pamphlet-shaped rag did almost tempt him to pitch it out of the window for be a man's mood what it may what sensible and ordinary mortal could have patience for any considerable period to knowingly hold in his conscious hand a printed document and that to a very blurred one as to ink and a very sleazy one as to paper so metaphysically and insufferably entitled as this chronometricals and horologicals doubtless it was something vastly profound but it is to be observed that when a man is in a really profound mood then all merely verbal or written profundities are unspeakably repulsive and seemed outright childish to him nevertheless the silence still continued the road ran through an almost unplowed and uninhabited region the slumberer still slumbered before him the evil mood was becoming well not insupportable to him so more to force his mind away from the dark realities of things than from any

other motive pierre finally tried his best to plunge himself into the pamphlet chapter two sooner or later in this life the earnest or enthusiastic youth comes to know and more or less appreciate this startling solacism that while as the grand condition of acceptance to god christianity calls upon all men to renounce this world yet by all other the most mammonish part of this world europe and america are owned by none but professed christian nations who glory in the owning and seem to have some reason therefore this solicism once vividly and practically apparent then comes the earnest re perusal of the gospels the intense self-absorption into that greatest real miracle of all religions the sermon on the mount from that divine mount to all earnest loving youths flows an inexhaustible soul-melting stream of tenderness and loving kindness and they leap exulting to their feet to think that the founder of their holy religion gave utterance to sentences so infinitely sweet and soothing as these sentences which embodying as these sentences which embodies all the love of the past and all the love which can be imagined in any conceivable future such emotions as that sermon raises in the enthusiastic heart such emotions all youthful hearts refuse to ascribe to humanity as their origin this is of god cries the heart and in that cry ceases all inquisition now with this fresh red sword

sermon in his soul the youth again gazes abroad upon the world instantly in aggravation of the former solacism an overpowering sense of the world's downright positive falsity comes over him the world seems to lie saturated and soaking with lies the sense of this thing is so overpowering that at first the youth is apt to refuse the evidence of his own senses even as he does that same evidence in the matter of the movement of the visible sun in the heavens which with his own eyes he plainly sees to go round the world but nevertheless on the authority of other persons the copernican astronomers whom he never saw he believes it not to go round the world but the world round it just so too he hears good and wise people sincerely say this world only seems to be saturated and soaking with lies but in reality it does not so lie soaking and saturate along with some lies there is much truth in this world but again he refers to his bible and there he reads most explicitly that this world is unconditionally depraved and accursed and that at all hazards men must come out of it but why come out of it if it be a true world and not a lying world assuredly then this world is a lie here upon then in the soul of the enthusiast youth two armies come to the shock and unless he prove recreant or unless he prove gullible or unless he can find the talismanic secret to reconcile this world with his own soul then there is no peace for him

no slightest truce for him in this life now without doubt this talismanic secret has never yet been found and in the nature of human things it seems as though it never can be certain philosophers have time and again pretended to have found it but if they do not in the end discover their own delusion other people soon discover it for themselves and so those philosophers and their vain philosophy are left that glide away into practical oblivion plato and spinoza and gerta and many more belong to this guild of self-impostors with a preposterous rabble of muggletonian scots and yankees whose vile brogue still the more bestreeks the stripedness of their greek or german neoplatonical originals that profound silence that only voice of our god which i before spoke of from that divine thing without a name those impostor philosophers pretend somehow to have got an answer which is as absurd as though they should say they had got water out of stone for how can a man get a voice out of silence certainly all must admit that if for any one this problem of the possible reconcilment of this world with our own souls possessed a peculiar and potential interest that one was pierre glendinning at the period we now write of for in obedience to the loftiest behest of his soul he had done certain vital acts which had already lost him his worldly felicity in which he felt must in the end indirectly work him some still additional and not to be thought of woe

soon then as after his first distaste at the mystical title and after his then reading on merely to drown himself pierre at last began to obtain a glimmering into the profound intent of the writer of the sleazy rag pamphlet he felt a great interest awakened in him the more he read and re-read the more this interest deepened but still the more likewise did his failure to comprehend the writer increased he seemed somehow to derive some general vague inkling concerning it but the central conceit refused to become clear to him the reason whereof is not so easy to be laid down seeing that the reason originating heart and mind of man these organic things themselves are not so easily to be expounded something however more or less to the point may be adventured here if a man be in any vague latent doubt about the intrinsic correctness and excellence of his general life theory and practical course of life then if that man chanced to light on any other man or any little treatise or sermon which unintendingly as it were yet very palpably illustrates to him the intrinsic incorrectness and non-excellance of both the theory and the practice of his life than that man will more or less unconsciously try hard to hold himself back from the self-admitted comprehension of a matter which thus condemns him for in this case to comprehend is himself to condemn himself which is always highly inconvenient and uncomfortable to a man again

and if a man be told a thing wholly new then during the time of its first announcement to him it is entirely impossible for him to comprehend it for absurd as it may seem men are only made to comprehend things which they comprehended before though but in the embryo as it were things new it is impossible to make them comprehend by merely talking to them about it true sometimes they pretend to comprehend in their own hearts they really believe they do comprehend outwardly look as though they did comprehend wag their bushy tails comprehendingly but for all that they do not comprehend possibly they may afterward come of themselves to inhale this new idea from the circumambient air and so come to comprehend it but not otherwise at all it will be observed that neither points of the above speculations do we in set terms attribute to pierre in connection with the rag pamphlet possibly both might be applicable possibly neither certain it is however that at the time in his own heart he seemed to think that he did not fully comprehend the strange writer's conceit in all its bearings yet was this conceit apparently one of the plainest in the world so natural a child might almost have originated it nevertheless again so profound that scarce jugularius himself could be the author and still again so exceedingly trivial that jugularius smallest child might well have been ashamed of it

seeing then that this curious paper rag so puzzled pierre foreseeing too that pierre may not in the end be entirely uninfluenced in his conduct by the torn pamphlet when afterwards perhaps by other means he shall come to understand it or peradventure come to know that he in the first place did seeing too that the author thereof came to be made known to him by reputation and though pierre never spoke to him yet exerted a surprising sorcery upon his spirit by the mere distant glimpse of his countenance all these reasons i account sufficient apology for inserting in the following chapters the initial part of what seems to me a very fanciful and mystical rather than philosophical lecture from which i confess that i myself can derive no conclusion which permanently satisfies those peculiar motions in my soul to which that lecture seems more particularly addressed for to me it seems more the excellently illustrated restatement of a problem than the solution of the problem itself but as such mere illustrations are almost universally taken for solutions and perhaps they are the only possible human solutions therefore it may help to the temporary quiet of some inquiring mind and so not be wholly without use at the worst each each one person can now skip or read and rail for himself chapter three e i by platinus plin lemon in three hundred and thirty three lectures lecture first chronometricals and horologicals being not to much the portal as part of the temporary scaffold to the portal of the

new philosophy few of us doubt gentlemen that human life on this earth is but a state of probation which among other things implies that here below be mortals have only to do with things provisional accordingly i hold that all our so-called wisdom is likewise but provisional this preamble laid down i begin it seems to me in my visions that there is a certain most rare order of human souls which if carefully carried in the body will almost always and everywhere give heaven's own truth with some small grains of variance for peculiarly coming from god the sole source of that heavenly truth and the great greenwich hill and tower from which the universal meridians are far out into infinity reckoned such souls seem as london sea sea chronometers greek time namers which as the london ship floats past greenwich down the thames are accurately adjusted by greenwich time and if heedfully kept will still give that same time even though carried to the aesores true in nearly all cases of long remote voyages to china say chronometers of the best make and the most carefully treated will gradually more or less vary from greenwich time without the possibility of the error being corrected by direct comparison with their great standard but skilful and devout observations of the stars by the sextant will serve materially to lessen such errors and besides there is such a thing as rating a chronometer that is having ascertained its degree of organic inaccuracy however small than in all subsequent chronometrical calculations that ascertained loss or gain can be readily added or deducted as the case may be

then again on these long voyages the chronometer may be corrected by comparing it with the chronometer of some other ship at sea more recently from home now in an artificial world like ours the soul of man is further removed from its god and the heavenly truth than the chronometer carried to china is from greenwich and as that chronometer if at all accurate will pronounce it to be twelve o'clock high noon when the china local watches say perhaps it is twelve o'clock midnight so the chronometric soul if in this world true to its great greenwich and the other will always in its so-called intuitions of right and wrong be contradicting the mere local standards and watchmaker's brains of this earth bacon's brains were mere watchmaker's brains but christ was a chronometer and the most exquisitely adjusted and exact one and the least affected by all terrestrial drawings of any that have ever come to us and the reason why his teachings seemed folly to the jews was because he carried that heaven's time in jerusalem while the jews carried jerusalem time there did he not expressly say my wisdom time is not of this world but whatever is really peculiar in the wisdom of christ seems precisely the same folly to-day as it did eighteen hundred and fifty years ago because in all that interval his bequeathed chronometer has still preserved its original heaven's time and the general jerusalem of this world has likewise carefully preserved its own but though the chronometer carried from greenwich to china should truly exhibit in china what the time may be at greenwich at any moment yet though thereby it must necessarily contradict china time it does by no means thence follow that with respect to china the china watches are at all out of the way precisely the reverse for the fact of that variance is a presumption that with respect to china the chinese watch is a presumption that with respect to china the chinese watch

watches must be all right and consequently as the china watches are right as to china so the greenwich chronometers must be wrong as to china besides of what use to the chinaman would a greenwich chronometer keeping greenwich time be were he thereby to regulate his daily actions he would be guilty of all manner of absurdities going to bed at noon save when his neighbors would be sitting down to dinner and thus though the earthly wisdom of man be heavenly folly to god so also conversely is the heavenly wisdom of god and earthly folly to man literally speaking this is so nor does the god that the heavenly greenwich expect common men to keep greenwich wisdom in this remote chinese world of ours because such a thing were unprofitable for them here and indeed a falsification of himself inasmuch as in that case china time would be identical with greenwich time which would make greenwich time long but why then does god now and then send a heavenly chronometer as a meteoric stone into the world uselessly as it would seem to give the lie to all the world's timekeepers because he is unwilling to leave men without some occasional testimony to this that though man's chinese notions of things may answer well enough here they are by no means universally applicable, and that the central Greenwich in which he dwells goes by a somewhat different method from this world. And yet it follows not from this that God's truth is one thing and man's truth another, but as above hinted and as will be

further elucidated in subsequent lectures, by their very contradictions they are made to correspond. By inference it follows also that he who finding in himself a chronometrical soul seeks practically to force that heavenly time upon the earth, in such an attempt he can never succeed, with an absolute and essential success. And as for himself, if he seek to regulate his own daily conduct by it, he will but array all men's earthly timekeepers against him, and thereby work himself woe and death.

Both these things are plainly evinced in the character and fate of Christ in the past and present condition of the religion he taught. But here one thing is to be especially observed, though Christ encountered, woe, in both the precept and the practice of his chronometricals yet did he remain throughout entirely without folly or sin whereas almost invariably with inferior beings the absolute effort to live in this world according to the strict letter of the chronometricals is somehow apt to involve those inferior beings eventually in strange unique follies and sins unimagined before it is the story of the ephesian matron allegorized to any earnest man of insight a faithful contemplation of these ideas concerning chronometricals and horologicals will serve to render provisionally far less dark some few of the otherwise obscurest things which have hitherto tormented the honest thinking men of all ages what man who carries a heavenly soul in him has not grown to perceive that unless he committed a sort of suicide as to the practical things of this world he never can hope to regulate his earthly conduct by that same heavenly soul and yet by an infallible instinct he knows that that monitor cannot be wrong in itself

and where is the earnest and righteous philosopher gentleman who looking right and left and up and down through all the ages of the world the present included where is there such an one who has not a thousand times been struck with a sort of infidel idea that whatever other worlds god may be lord of he is not the lord of this for else this world would seem to give the lie to him so utterly repugnant seemed its ways to the instinctively known ways of heaven but it is not and cannot be so nor will he who regards this chronometrical conceit aright ever more be conscious of that horrible idea for he will then see or seem to see that this world's seeming incompatibility with god absolutely results from its meridinal correspondence with him this chronometrical conceit does by no means involve the justification of all the acts which wicked men may perform for in their wickedness downright wicked men sin as much against their own horologues as again the heavenly chronometer that this is so their spontaneous liability to remorse does plainly events no this conceit merely goes to show that for the mass of men the highest abstract heavenly righteousness is not only impossible but would be entirely out of place and positively wrong in a world like this to turn the left cheek if the right be smitten is chronometrical hence no average son of man ever did such a thing to give all that thou hast to the poor this too is chronometrical Hence no average son of man ever did such a thing. Nevertheless, if a man gives with a certain self-considerate generosity to the poor,

abstains from doing downright yield to any man, does his convenient best in a general way to do good to his whole race, takes watchful loving care of his wife and children, relatives, and friends, is perfectly tolerant to all other men's opinions, whatever they may be, is an honest dealer, an honest citizen, and all that, and more especially if he believe that there is a God for infidels, as well as for believers, and acts upon that belief, then, though such a man falls infinitely short of the chronometrical standard, though all his actions are entirely horological, yet such a man need never-lastingly despond, because he is sometimes guilty of some minor offence, hasty words impulsively, returning a blow, fits of domestic petulance, selfish enjoyment of a glass of wine, while he knows there are those around him who lack a loaf of bread, I say he need never-lastingly despond on account of his perpetual liability to these things, because not to do them, and their like would be, to be, to be to be to-beck,

to be an angel, a chronometer, whereas he is a man and a horologue. Yet does the horologue itself teach that all liabilities to these things should be checked as much as possible, though it is certain they can never be utterly eradicated. They are only to be checked, then, because, if entirely unrestrained, they would finally run into utter selfishness and human demonism, which, as before hinted, are not by any means justified by the horologue. in short this chronometrical and horological conceit in some seems to teach this that in things to rest real horological a man must not be governed by ideas celestial chronometrical that certain minor self-renunciation is in this life his own mere instinct for his own everyday general well-being will teach him to make but he must by no means make a complete unconditional sacrifice of himself and behalf of any other being or any cause or any conceit

for does aught else completely unonditionally sacrifice itself for him god's own son does not abate one titul of its heat in july however ye swoon with that heat in the sum and if it did abate its heat on your behalf then the wheat and the rye would not ripen and so for the incidental benefit of one a whole population would suffer a virtuous expediency then seems the highest desirable or attainable earthly excellence for the mass of men and is the only earthly excellence that their creator intended for them when they go to heaven it would be quite another thing there they can freely turn the left cheek because there the right cheek will never be smitten there they can freely give all to the poor for there there will be no poor to give to to a due appreciation of this matter will do good to man for hitherto being authoritatively taught by his dogmatical teachers that he must while on earth aim at heaven and attain it to in all his earthly acts on pain of eternal wrath in finding by experience that this is utterly impossible in his despair he is too apt to run clean away into all manner of moral abandonment self-deceit and hypocrisy cloaked however mostly under an aspect of the most respectable devotion or else he openly runs like a mad dog into atheism whereas let men be taught those chronometricals and or horologicals and while still retaining every common-sense incentive to whatever a virtue be practicable and desirable and having these incentives strengthened to by the consciousness of powers to attain their mark then there would be an end to that fatal despair of becoming it all good which has to often prove the vice-producing result of many minds of the undiluted chronometricical doctrines here did you taught him that mankind. But if any man say that such a doctrine as this I lay down is false, as impious,

I would charitably refer that man to the history of Christendom for the last eighteen hundred years, and ask him whether, in spite of all the maxims of Christ, that history is not just as full of blood, violence, wrong, and iniquity of every kind as any previous portion of the world's story. Therefore it follows that so far, as practical results are concerned, regarded in a purely earthly light, the only great original moral doctrine of Christian, that is the chronometrical retuitous return of good for evil as to stungish from the horological forgiveness of injuries taught by some of the pagan philosophers has been found horologically a false one because after eighteen hundred years in calcation from tens of thousands of pulpits it has proved entirely impracticable i but lay down then what the best mortal men do daily practice and what all really wicked men are very far removed from i present consolation to the earnest man who among all his human frailies is still agonizingly conscious of the beauty of chronometrical excellence i hold up our practicable virtue to the vicious and interfere not with the eternal truth that sooner or later in all cases downright vice is downright woe

moreover if but here the pamphlet was torn and came to a most untidy termination end of book fourteen book fifteen of pierre for the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-box recording is in the public domain the cousins chapter one though resolved to face all out to the last at whatever desperate hazard pierre had not started for the city without some reasonable plans both with reference to his more immediate circumstances and his ulterior condition there resided in the city a cousin of his glenning stanley better known in the general family as glen stanley and by pierre as cousin glen like pierre he was an only son his parents had died in his early childhood and within the present year he had returned from a protracted sojourn in europe to enter at the age of twenty one into the untrammeled possession of a noble property which in the hand of faithful guardians had largely accumulated in their boyhood and earlier adolescence pierre and glen had cherished a much more than cousinly attachment at the age of ten they had furnished an example of the truth that the friendship of fine-hearted generous boys nurtured amid the romance and generating comforts and elegancies of life sometimes transcends the bounds of mere boyishness and revels for a while in the imperian of a love which only comes short by one degree of the sweetest sentiment entertained between the sexes nor is this boy love without the occasional phillips and spicinesses

which at times by an apparent abatement enhanced the permanent delights of those more advanced lovers who love beneath the cestus of venus jealousies are felt the sight of another lad too much consorting with the boy's beloved object shall fill him with emotions akin to those of othello's a fancied slight or lessening of the everyday indications of warm feelings shall prompt him to bitter upbraidings and reproaches or shall plunge him into evil moods for which grim solitude only is congenial nor are the letters of aphroditean devotees more charged with headlong vows and protestations more cross-written and crammed with discursive sentimentalities more undeviating in their semi-weekliness or dailiness as the case may be than are the loved friendship missive of boys among those bundles of papers which pierre in an ill hour so frantically destroyed in the chamber of the end were two large packages of letters densely written and in many cases inscribed crosswise throughout with red ink upon black so that the love in those letters was two layers deep in one pen and one pigment were insufficient to paint it the first package contained the letters of glen to pier the feather those of pierre to glen which just prior to glen's departure for europe pierre had obtained from him in order to re-read them in his absence and so fortify himself the more in his affection by reviving reference to the young ardent hours of its earliest manifestations but as the advancing fruit itself extrudes the beautiful blossom so in many cases does the eventual love for the other sex forever dismiss the preliminary love friendship of boys

the mere outer friendship may in some degree greater or less survive but the singular love in it has perishingly dropped away if in the eye of unyielding reality and truth the earthly heart of man do indeed ever fix upon some one woman to whom alone thenceforth eternally to be a devotee without a single shadow of the misgiving of its faith and who to him does perfectly embody his finest loftiest dream of feminine loveliness if this indeed be so and may heaven grant that it be nevertheless in metropolitan cases the love of the most single-eyed lover almost invariably is nothing more than the ultimate settling of innumerable wandering glances upon some one specific object as admonished that the wonderful scope and variety of female loveliness if too long suffered to sway us without decision shall finally confound all power of selection the confirmed bachelor is in america at least quite as often the victim of a too profound appreciation of the infinite charmingness of woman as made solitary for life by the legitimate empire of a cold and tasteless temperament though the peculiar heart-longings pertaining to his age had at last found their glowing response in the bosom of lucy yet for some period prior to that pierre had not been insensible to the miscellaneous promptings of the passion so that even before he became a declarative lover love had yet made him her general votary and so already there had gradually come a cooling over that ardent sentiment which in earlier years he had cherished for glen all round and round does the world lie as in a sharp shooter's ambush to pick off the beautiful illusions of youth by the pitiless cracking rifles of the realities of the age

if the general love for women had in pierre sensibly modified his particular sentiment toward glen neither had the thousand nameless fascinations of the then brilliant paradises of france and italy failed to exert their seductive influence on many of the previous feelings of glen for as the very best advantages of life are not without some envious drawback so it is among the evils of a large foreign travel that in young and unsolididized minds it dislodges some of the finest feelings of the home-born nature replacing them with a fastidious superciliousness which like the alleged bigoted federalism of old times would not according to a political legend grind its daily coffee in any mill save of european manufacture and was satirically said to have thought of importing European air for domestic consumption. The mutually curtailed, lessening long postponed, and at last altogether, ceasing letters of Pierre and Glenn were the melancholy attestations of a fact which perhaps neither of them took very severely to heart, as certainly concerning it, neither took the other to task.

In the earlier periods of that strange transition from the generous impulsiveness of youth to the provident circumspectness of age there generally intervenes a brief pause of unpleasant reconsidering when finding itself all wide of its former spontaneous self the soul hesitates to commit itself wholly to selfishness more than repents its wanderings yet all this is but transient and again hurried on by the swift current of life the prompt-hearted boy scarce longer is to be recognized and matured man very slow to feel deliberate even in a in love and statistical even impiety during the sway of this peculiar period the boy shall still make some strenuous efforts to retrieve his departing spontaneities but so alloyed are all such endeavours with the insipioncies of selfishness that they were best not made at all since too often they seem but empty and self-deceptive sallius or still worse the merest hypocritical assumptions upon the return of glen from abroad the commonest courtesy not to say the blood-deceptive relation between them prompted pierre to welcome him home with a letter which though not overlong and little enthusiastic still breathe the spirit of cousinly consideration and kindness pervadingly touched by the then naturally frank and all attractive spirit of pierre to this the less earnest and now europeanized glen had replied in a letter all sudden suavity and in a strain of artistic artlessness mourned the apparent decline of their friendship yet fondly but now notwithstanding their long separation it would revive with added sincerity yet upon accidentally fixing his glance upon the opening salutation of this delicate

piette pierre thought he perceived certain not wholly disguisable chiro-graphic tokens that the my very dear pierre with which the letter seemed to have been begun had originally been written dear pierre but that when all was concluded and glen's signature put to it then the ardent words my very had been prefixed to the reconsider dear pierre a casual supposition which possibly however unfounded materially retarded in the answering warmth in pierre lest his generous flame should only embrace a flaunted feather no was this idea altogether unreinforced when on the reception of a second and now half-business letter of which mixed sort nearly all the subsequent ones were from glen he found that the my very dear pierre had already retreated into my dear pierre and on a third occasion into dear pierre and on a fourth had made a forced and very spirited advance march up to my dearest pierre all of which fluctuations augured ill for the determinateness of that love which however immensely devoted to one cause could yet hoist and sail under the flags of all nations nor could he but now applaud a still subsequent letter from glen which abruptly and almost with apparent indecuousness under the circumstances commenced the strain of friendship without any overture of salutation whatever as if at last owing to its infinite delicateness entirely hopeless of precisely defining the nature of their mystical love glen chose rather to leave that precise definition to the sympathetical heart and imagination of pierre while he himself would go on to celebrate the general relation by many a sugared sentence of miscellaneous devotion it was a little curious and rather sardonically diverting to compare these masterly yet not wholly successful and indeterminate tactics of the accomplished glen with the unfultering stream of beloved pier's which not only flowed along the top margin of all his earlier letters but here and there from their subterranean channel flashed out in bright intervals through all the succeeding lines

nor had the chance recollection of these things at all restrained the reckless hand of pierre when he threw the whole package of letters both new and old into that most honest and summary of all elements which is neither a respecter of persons nor a finical critic of what manner of writing it burns but like ultimate truth itself of which it is the eloquent symbol consumes all and only consumes when the betrothed of pierre to lucy had become an acknowledged thing the courtly glen besides the customary felicitations upon that event had not omitted so fit an opportunity to retender to his cousin all his previous jars of honey and treacle accompanied by additional boxes of candied citron and plums pierre thanked him kindly but in certain little roguishish ambiguities begged leave on the ground of cloying to return him enclosed by far the greater portion of his present whose non-substantialness was allegorically typified in the containing letter itself prepaid with only the usual postage true love as every one knows will still withstand many repulses even though rude but whether it was the love or the politeness of glen which on this occasion proved invincible is a matter we will not discuss certain it was that quite undaunted glen nobly returned to the charge and in a very prompt and unexpected answer extended to pierre all the courtesies of the general city and all the hospitalities of five sumptuous chambers which he and his luxurious environments contrived nominally to occupy in the most fashionable private hotel of a very opulent town nor did glen rest here but like napoleon now seemed bent upon gaining the battle by throwing all his regiments upon one point of attack and gaining that point at all hazards hearing of some rumour at the tables of his relatives that the day was being fixed for the positive nuptials of pierre glenn called all his parisian portfolios for his rosiest sheet

and with scented ink and a pen of gold indicted a most burnished and redolent letter which after invoking all the blessings of apollo and venus and the nine muses and the cardinal virtues upon the coming event concluded at last with a really magnificent testimonial to his love according to this letter among his other real estate in the city glen had inherited a very charming little old house completely furnished in the style of the last century in a quarter of the city which though now not so garrishly fashionable as of yore still in its quiet secludedness possessed great attractions for the retired buildings and cooings of a honeymoon indeed he begged leave now to christen it the coerry and if after his wedding john pierre to visit the city with his bride for a month or two sojourn than the coory would be but too happy in affording him a harbour his sweet cousin need be under no apprehension owing to the absence of any fit applicant for it the house had now long been without a tenant save an old confidential bachelor clerk of his fathers who want a nominal rent and more by way of safe-keeping to the house than anything else was now hanging up his well-furbished hat in its hall this accommodating old clerk would quickly unpeg his beaver at the first hint of new occupants glen would charge himself with supplying the house in advance with a proper resume of servants fires would be made in the long unoccupied chambers the venerable grotesco and marveals in mirror frames and mouldings could be very soon dusted and burnished the kitchen was amply provided with the necessary utensils for cooking the strong box of old silver immemorial it pertaining to the mansion could be readily carted round

from the vaults of the neighboring bank while the hampers of old china still retained in the house needed but little trouble to unpack so that silver and china would soon stand assorted in their appropriate closets at the turning of a faucet in the cellar the best of the city's water would not fail to contribute its ingredient to the concocting of a welcoming glass of negates before retiring on the first night of their arrival the over-fastidiousness of some unhealthily critical minds as well as the moral pusillanimity of others equally bars the acceptance of effectually substantial favors from persons whose motive in proffing them is not altogether clear and unimpeachable and toward whom perhaps some prior coolness or indifference has been shown but when the acceptance of such a favor would be really convenient and desirable to the one party and completely unattended with any serious distress to the other there would seem to be no sensible objection to an immediate embrace of the offer and when the acceptor is in rank and fortune the general equal of the profferer and perhaps is superior so that any courtesy he received can be amply returned in the natural course of future events than all motives to decline are very materially lessened and as for the thousand inconceivable finicalnesses of small pros and cons about imaginary fitnesses and proprieties and self-consistencies thank heaven in the hour of heart health none such shilly-shallying sail-trimmers ever balk the onward course of a bluff-minded man he takes the world as it is and carelessly accommodates himself to its whimsical humours nor ever feels any compunction at receiving the greatest possible favours from those who are as able to grant as free to bestow he himself bestows upon occasion so that at bottom common charity steps in to dictate a favourable consideration for all possible proffering

seeing that the acceptance shall only the more enrich him indirectly for new and larger beneficences of the zone and as for those who no ways pretend with themselves to regulate their deportment by considerations of genuine benevolence and to whom such courteous proffings hypocritically come from persons whom they suspect for secret enemies then to such minds not only will their own worldly tactics at once forbid the uncivil blank repulse of such offers but if they are secretly malicious as well as frigate or if they are at all capable of being fully gratified by the sense of concealed superiority and mastership which precious few men are than how delightful for such persons under the guise of mere acquiescence in his own voluntary civilities to make genteel use of their foe for one would like to know what were foes made for except to be used in the rude ages men hunted and javelin the tiger because they hated him for a mischief-minded wild beast but in these enlightened times though we love the tiger as little as ever still we mostly hunt him for the sake of his skin a wise man then will wear his tiger every morning put on his tiger for a robe to keep him warm and adorn him in this view foes are far more desirable than friends for who would haunt and kill his own faithful affectionate dog for the sake of the skin and is a dog skin as valuable as a tiger's cases there are where it becomes soberly advisable by direct arts to convert some well-wishers into foes it is false that in point of policy a man should never make enemies as well-wishers some men may not only be nugatory but positive obstacles in your peculiar plans but as foes you may subordinately cement them into your general design

but into these ulterior refinements of cool tuscan policy pierre as yet have never become initiated his experiences hitherto not having been buried and ripe enough for that besides he had altogether too much generous blood in his heart nevertheless thereafter in a less immature hour though still he shall not have the heart to practise upon such maxims as the above yet shall he have the brain thoroughly to comprehend their practicability which is not always the case and generally in worldly wisdom men will deny to one the possession of all insight which one does not by his every-day outward life practically reveal it is a very common error of some unscrupulously infidel-minded selfish unprincipled or downright navy men to suppose that believing men or benevolent-hearted men or good men do not know enough to be unscrupulously selfish do not know enough to be unscrupulous nades and thus thanks to the world are there many spies in the world's camp who are mistaken for strolling simpletons and these strolling simpletons seem to act upon the principle that in certain things we do not so much learn by showing that already we know a vast deal as by negatively seeming rather ignorant but here we press upon the frontiers of that sort of wisdom which it is very well to possess but not sagacious to show that you possess still men there are who having quite done with the world all its mere worldly contents are become so far indifferent that they care little of what mere worldly imprudence they may be guilty now if it were not conscious considerations like the really benevolent or neutral ones first mentioned above it was certainly something akin to them which had induced pierre to return a straightforward manly and entire acceptance to his cousin of the offer of the house thanking him over and over for his most supererogatory kindness concerning the pre-engagement of servants and so forth and the setting an order of the silver and china

but reminding him nevertheless that he had overlooked all special mention of wines and begged him to store the bins with a few of the very best brands he would likewise be obliged if he would personally purchase at a certain celebrated grocers a small bag of undoubted mocha coffee but glen need not order to be roasted or ground because pierre preferred that both those highly important and flavour deciding operations should be performed instantaneously previous to the final boiling and serving nor did he say that he would pay for the wines and the mocha he contended himself with merely stating the remissness on the part of his cousin and pointing out the best way of remedying it he concluded his letter by intimating that though the rumour of a set day and a near one for his nuptials was unhappily but ill-founded yet he would not hold glen's general's offer as merely based upon that presumption and consequently falling with him but on the contrary would consider it entirely good for whatever time it might prove a available to pierre he was betrothed beyond a peradventure and hoped to be married ere death meanwhile glen would further oblige him by giving the confidential clerk a standing notice to quit though at first quite amazed at this letter for indeed his offer might possibly have proceeded as much from ostentation as anything else nor had he dreamed of so unhesitating an acceptance pierre's cousin was too much of a precocious young man of the world disclosedly to take it in any other than a very friendly and cousinly and humorous and yet practical way which he plainly advanced by a reply far more sincere and every way creditable apparently both to his heart and head than any letter he had written to pier since the days of their boyhood and thus by the bluffness and in some sort uncompunctuousness of pierre this very artificial youth was well betrayed into an act of effective kindness being forced now to drop the empty mask of ostentation and put on the solid hearty

features of a genuine faiths and just so are some people in the world to be joked into occasionally effective goodness when all coriness and coolness all resentments and all solemn preaching would fail chapter two but little would we comprehend the peculiar relation between pierre and glen a relation involving in the end the most serious results were there not here thrown over the whole equivocal preceding account of it another and more comprehensive equivocalness which shall absorb all minor once in itself and so make one pervading ambiguity the only possible explanation for all the ambiguous details it had long been imagined by pierre that prior to his own special devotion to lucy the splendid glen had not been entirely insensible to her surprising charms yet this conceit in its incipiency he knew not how to account for assuredly his cousin had never in the slightest conceivable hint betrayed it and as for lucy the same intuitive delicacy which forever for bad pierre to question her on the subject did equally close her own voluntary lips between pierre and lucy delicateness put her sacred signet on this chest of secrecy

which like the wax of an executor upon a desk though capable of being melted into nothing by the smallest candle for all this still possesses to the reverent the prohibited virtue of inexorable bars and bolts if pierre superficially considered the deportment of glen toward him therein he could find no possible warrant for indulging the suspicious idea death jealousy smile so benignantly and offer its house to the bride still on the other hand to quit the mere surface of the deportment of glen and penetrate beneath its brocated vesture there pierre sometimes seemed to see the long lurking and yet unhealed wound of all a rejected lover's most rankling detestation of a supplanting rival only intense by their former friendship and the unimperable blood relation between them now viewed by the light of this master solution all the singular enigmas in gren his capriciousness in the matter of the epistolary dear piers and dearest pier's the mercurial fall from the fever heat of cordiality to below the zero of indifference then the contrary rise to fever heat and above all his emphatic redundancy of devotion so soon as the positive espouses of pierre seemed on the point of consolation thus read all these riddles apparently found their cunning solution for the deeper that some men feel a secret and poignant feeling the higher they pile the blind surfaces the friendly deportment of glen then was to be considered as in direct proportion to his hordid hate and the climax of that hate was evinced him throwing open his house to the bride yet if hate was the abstract cause hate could not be the immediate motive of the conduct of glen his hate so hospitable the immediate motive of glen then must be the intense desire to disguise from the wide world a fact unspeakably humiliating to his gold-laced and hearty's soul the fact that in the profoundest desire of his heart pierre had so victoriously supplanted him

yet was it that very artful deportment in glen which glen profoundly assumed to this grand end that consummately artful deportment it was which first obtruded upon pierre the surmise which by that identical method his cousin was so absorbededly intent upon rendering impossible to him hence we here see that is in the negative way the secrecy of any strong emotion is exceedingly difficult to be kept lastingly private to one's own bosom by any human being so it is one of the most fruitless undertakings in the world to attempt by affirmative assumptions to tender to men the precisely opposite emotion is yours therefore the final wisdom decrees that if you have aught which you desire to keep a secret to yourself be a quietest there and do and say nothing at all about it for among all the poor chances this is the least poor pretensions and substitutions are only the recourse of undergraduates in the science of the world in which science on his own ground my lord chesterfield is the poorest possible preceptor the earliest instinct of the child and the ripest experience of age unite in affirming simplicity to be the truest and profoundest part for man likewise this simplicity is so universal and all containing as a rule for human life that the subtlest bad man and the purest good man as well as the profoundest wise man do all alike presented on that side which they socially turn to the inquisitive and unscrupulous world chapter three now the matter of the house had remained in precisely the above stated awaiting predicament down to the time of pierre's great life revolution the receipt of isabel's letter and though indeed pierre could not but naturally hesitate at still accepting the use of the dwelling under the widely different circumstances in which he now found himself and though at first the strongest possible spontaneous objections on the ground of personal independence pride and general scorn all clamorously declared in his breast against such a course yet finally the same uncompunctuous ever adaptive

sort of motive which had induced his original acceptation prompted him in the end still to maintain it unrevoked it would at once set him at rest from all immediate tribulations of mere bed and board and by affording him a shelter for an indefinite term enable him the better to look about him and consider what could best be done to further the permanent comfort of those whom fate had entrusted to his charge irrespective it would seem of that wide general awaking of his profounder being consequent upon the extraordinary ordinary trials he had so aggregatively encountered of late the thought was indignantly suggested to him that the world must indeed be organically despicable if it held that an offer superfluously accepted in the hour of his abundance should now be rejected in that of his utmost need and without at all imputing any singularity of benevolent-mindedness to his cousin he did not for a moment question that under the changed aspect of affairs glen would at least pretend the more eagerly to welcome him to the high now that the mere thing of apparent courtesy had been transformed into something like a thing of positive and urgent necessity when pierre also considered that not himself only was concerned but likewise too peculiarly helpless fellow-beings one of them bound to him from the first by the most sacred ties and lately inspiring an emotion which passed all human precedent in its mixed and mystical import these added considerations completely overthrew impierre all remaining dictates of every single which passed all human precedent in its mixed and mystical import these added considerations completely overthrew impierre all remaining dictates of his vague pride and false independence, if such indeed had ever been his. Though the interval elapsing between his decision to depart with his companions for the city

and his actual start in the coach had not enabled him to receive any replying word from his cousin, and though Pierre knew better than to expect it, yet a preparative letter to him he had sent, and did not doubt that this proceeding would prove well advised in the end. In naturally strong-minded men, however, young and inexperienced, in some things those great and sudden emergencies, which but confound the timid in the weak, only serve to call forth all their generous lateness, and teach them as by inspiration, extraordinary maxims of conduct, whose counterpart in other men is only the result of a long, variously tried and painstaking life. One of these maxims is that when, through whatever cause

we are suddenly translated from opulence to need, or from a fair fame to a foul, and straightway it becomes necessary not to contradict the thing so far at least as the mere imputation goes to some one previously entertaining high conventional regard for us and from whom we would now solicit some genuine helping offices then all explanation or pallation should be scorn promptness boldness utter gladiatorianism and a defined non-humility should mark every syllable we breathe and every line we trace the preparative letter of pierre the glen plumbens at once entered the very heart of the matter and was perhaps the briefest letter he had ever written him though by no means are such characteristics in variable exponents of the predominant mood or general disposition of a man since so accidental a thing as a numb finger or a bad quill or poor ink or squalid paper or a rickety desk may produce all sorts of modifications yet in the present instance the handwriting of pierre happened plainly to attest and corroborate the spirit of his communication the sheet was large but the words were placarded upon it in heavy though rapid lines only six or eight to the page and as the footman of a haughty visitor some counter-duke announces the chariot of his lord by a thunderous knock on the portal so to glen de pierre in the broad sweeping and prodigious superscription of his letter for warn him what manner of man was on the road in the moment of strong feeling a wonderful condensativeness points the tongue and pen so that ideas then enunciated sharp and quick as minute guns in some other hour of unruffledness or unstimulatedness require considerable time and trouble to verbally recall not here and now can we set down the precise contents of pierre's letter without a tautology illy doing justice to the ideas themselves

and though indeed the dread of tautology be the continual torment of some earnest minds and as such is surely a weakness in them and though no wise men will wonder at conscientious virgil all eager at death to burn as a need for a monstrous heap of inefficient superfluity yet not to dread tautology at times only belongs to those enviable dunces whom the partial god hath blessed over all the earth with the inexhaustible self-riches of vanity and folly and a blind self-complacency some rumour of the discontinuance of his betrothment to lucy tartan of his already consummated marriage with a poor and friendless orphan of his mother's disowning him consequent upon these events such rumours pierre now wrote to his cousin would very probably in the parlors of his city relatives and acquaintances precede his arrival in town but he hinted no word of any possible commentary on these things he simply went on to say that now through the fortune of life which was but the proverbially unreliable fortune of war he was for the present thrown entirely upon his own resources both for his own support and that of his wife as well as for the temporary maintenance of a girl whom he had lately had excellent reason for taking under his especial protection he proposed a permanent residence in the city not without some nearly quite subtle plans as to the procuring of a competent income without any ulterior reference to any member of their wealthy and widely ramified family the house whose temporary occupancy gland had before so handsomely proffered him would now be doubly and trebly desirable to him but the pre-engaged servants and the old china and the old silver and the old wines and the mocha were now become altogether unnecessary pierre would merely take the place for a short interval of the worthy old clerk and so far as glen was concerned simply stand guarding of the dwelling till his plans were matured his cousin had originally made his most bounteous overture to welcome the coming of the presumed bride of pierre

and though another lady had now taken her place at the altar yet pierre would still regard the offer of glen as impersonal in that respect and bearing equal reference to any young lady who should prove her claim to the possessed hand of pierre since there was no universal law of opinion in such matters glen on general worldly grounds might not consider the real mrs glendinning altogether so suitable a match for pierre as he possibly might have held numerous other young ladies in his eye nevertheless glen would find her ready to return with sincerity all his cousinly regard and attention in conclusion pierre said that he and his party meditated an immediate departure and we very probably arrive in town in eight and forty hours after the mayor of the present letter he therefore begged glen to see the more indispensable domestic appliances of the house set in some little order against their arrival to have the rooms erred and lighted and also forewarn the confidential clerk of what he might soon expect then without any tapering sequel of yours very truly and faithfully my dear cousin glen he finished the letter with the abrupt and isolated signature of pierre end of book fifteen book sixteen of pierre or the ambiguities by herman melville this libravox recording is in the public domain first night of their arrival in the city chapter one the stage was belated the country road they travelled entered the city by a remarkably wide and winding street a great thoroughfare for its less opulent inhabitants there was no moon and few stars it was that pre-leuting hour of the night when the shops are just closing and the aspect of almost every wayfarer

as he passes through the unequal light reflected from the windows speaks of one hurrying not abroad but homeward though the thoroughfare was winding yet no sweep that it made greatly obstructed its long and imposing vista so that when the coach gained the top of the long and very gradual slope running toward the obscure heart of the town and the twinkling perspective of two long and parallel rows of lamps was revealed lamps which seemed not so much intended to dispel the general gloom as to show some dim path leading through it into some gloom still deeper beyond when the coach gained this critical point the whole vast triangular town for a moment seemed dimly and despondently to capitulate to the eye and now ere descending the gradually sloping declivity and just on its summit as it were the inmates of the coach by numerous hard painful joltings and ponderous dragging trundlings are suddenly made sensible of some great change in the character of the road the coach seems rolling over cannon-balls of all calibers grasping pierre's arm isabel eagerly and forebodingly demands what is the cause of this most strange and unpleasant transition the pavements isabel this is the town isabel was silent but the first time for many weeks delhi voluntarily spoke it feels not so soft as the green sward master pierre no miss ulver said pierre very bitterly the buried hearts of some dead citizens have perhaps come to the surface sir said delhi and are they so hard-hearted here asked isabel ask yonder pavements isabel milk dropped from the milkman's can in december freezes not more quickly on those stones than dost no white innocence if in poverty it chanced to fall in these streets then god help my hard faith master pierre sobbed ellie why didst thou drag hither a poor outcast like me forgive me miss oliver exclaimed pierre with sudden warmth and yet most marked respect forgive me never yet have i entered the city by night

but somehow it made me feel both bitter and sad come be cheerful we shall soon be comfortably housed and have our comfort all to ourselves the old clerk i spoke to you about is now doubt outless ruefully tying his hat on the peg come cheer up isabel tis a long ride but here we are at last come tis not very far now to our welcome i hear a strange shuffling and clattering said delhi with a shudder it does not seem so light as just now said isabel yes returned pierre it is the shop shutters being put on it is the locking and bolting and barring of windows and doors the townspeople are going to their rest please god they may find it sighed delhi they lock and bar out then when they rest do they pierre said isabel yes and you were thinking that does not bode well for the welcome i spoke of thou wreat'st all my soul yes i was thinking of that but whither lead these long narrow dismal side glooms we pass every now and then what are they they seem terribly still i see scarce anybody in them there's another now see how haggard look its criss-cross far separate lamps what are these siglooms dear pierre whither lead they they are the thin tributaries sweet isabel to the great orinoco thoroughfare we are in and like true tributaries they come from the far-hidden places from under dark beetling secrecy of mortar and stone through the long marsh grasses of philony and by many a transplanted bowel beam where the wretched have hung i know nothing of these things pierre but i like not the town thinks thou pierre the time will ever come when all the earth shall be paved thank god that never can be

these silent sigh glooms are horrible look methinks not for the world would i turn into one that moment the nigh four-wheel sharply grated under the body of the coach courage cried pierre we are in it not so very solitary either here comes a traveller hark what is that said delhi that keen iron-ringing sound it passed us just now the keen traveller said pierre he has steel plates to his boot heels some tender-souled elder son i suppose pierre said isabel this silence is unnatural is fearful the forests are never so still because brick and mortar have deeper secrets than wood or fell sweet isabel but here we turn again now if i guess right two more turns will bring us to the door courage all will be well doubtless he has prepared a famous supper courage isabel come shall it be tea or coffee some bread or crisp toast we'll have eggs too and some cold chicken-p chicken-p perhaps then muttering to himself i hope not that either no cold collations there's too much of that and these paving-stones here set out for the famishing beggars to eat no i won't have the cold chicken then aloud but here we turn again yes just as i thought ho driver thrusting his head out of the window to the right to the right it should be on the right the first house with a light on the right no lights yet but the streets answered the surly voice of the driver stupid he has passed it yes yes he has ho stop turn back have you not passed lighted windows no lights but the streets was the rough reply what's the number the number don't keep me beating about here all night the number i say i do not know it returned pierre but i well know the house you must have passed it i repeat you must turn back surely you have passed lighted windows then them lights must burn black there's no lighted windows in

the street i knows the city old maids lives here and they are all to bed rest is warehouses will you stop the coach or not quite pierre now incensed at his surliness and continuing to drive on i obeys orders the first house with the light and according to my reckoning though to be sure i don't know nothing of this city where i was born and bred all my life no i knows nothing at all about it according to my reckoning the first light in this here street will be the watch-house of the ward yes there it is all right cheap lodgings ye've engaged nothing to pay and whittles in to certain temperaments especially when previously agitated by any deep feeling there is perhaps nothing more exasperating and which sooner explodes all self-command than the coarse jeering insolence of a porter cabman or hack-driver fetches and carriers of the worst city infamy as many of them are professionally familiar with the most abandoned haunts in the heart of misery they drive one of the most mercenary of all the trades of guilt day-dozers and sluggards on their lazy boxes in the sunlight and forlinely wakeful and cat-eyed in the dark most habituated to midnight streets only trod by sneaking burglars wantons and debauchees often in actual pandering league with the most abhorrent sinks so that they are equally solicitous and suspectful that every customer they encounter in the dark will prove that a profligate or a knave this hideous tribe of ogres and karen ferrymen to corruption and death naturally slide into the most practically calvinistical view of humanity and old every man at bottom a fit subject for the coarseous ribaldry and jest only fine coats in full pockets can whip such mangy hounds into decency the least impatience any quickness of temper a sharp remonstrating word from a customer in a seedy coat or betraying any other evidence of poverty however minute and indirect for in that pecuniary respect they are the most piercing and infallible of all the judges of men will be almost sure to provoke in such cases their least in durable disdain perhaps it was the unconscious transfer to the stage-driver of some such idea

as these which now prompted the highly irritated pierre to an act which in a more benignant hour his better reason would have restrained him from he did not see the light to which the driver had referred and was heedless in his sudden wrath that the coach was now going slower in approaching it ere isabel could prevent him he burst open the door and leaping to the pavement sprang ahead of the horses and violently reigned back the leaders by their heads the driver seized his fore-hand whip and with a volley of oaths was about striking out its long coiling lash at pierre when his arm was arrested by a policeman who suddenly leaping on the staid coach commanded him to keep the peace speak what is the difficulty here be quiet ladies nothing serious has happened speak you pierre cried the alarmed isabel in an instant pierre was at her side by the window and now turning to the officer explained to him that the driver had persisted in passing the house at which he was ordered to stop then he shall turn to the right about with you sir in double quick time too do you hear i know you rascals well enough turn about you sir and take the gentleman where he directed the cow-driver was beginning a long string of criminating explanations when turning to pierre the policeman calmly desired him to re-enter the coach he would see him safely at his destination and then seating himself beside the driver on the box commanded him to tell the number given him by the gentleman he don't know no numbers didn't i say he didn't that's what i got mad about be still said the officer sir turning round and addressing pierre within where do you wish to go i do not know the number but it is a house in this street we have passed it it is i think the fourth or fifth house this side of the last corner we turned it must be lighted up too

it is the small old-fashioned dwelling with stone lion heads above the windows but make him turn round and drive slowly and i will soon point it out can't see lines in the dark growled the driver lines ha ha jackass is more likely look you said the officer i shall see you tightly how's this night my fine fellow if you don't cease your jabber sir he added resuming with pierre i am sure there is some mistake here i perfectly well know now the house you mean i passed it within the last half-hour all as quiet there as ever no one lives there i think i never saw a light in it are you not mistaken in something then pierre paused in perplexity and foreboding was it possible that glen had wilfully and utterly neglected his letter not possible but it might not have come to his hand the mail sometimes delayed then again it was not wholly out of the question that the house were prepared for them after all even though it showed no outward sign but that was not probable at any rate as the driver protested that his four horses and lumbering vehicle could not turn short round in that street and that if he must go back it could only be done by driving on and going round the block and so retracing his road and as after such a procedure on his part then in case of a confirmed disappointment respecting the house the driver would seem warranted at the road and as after such a procedure on his part then in case of a confirmed disappointment respecting the house the driver would seem warranted at the road least in some of his unmannerliness and as pierre loath the villain altogether therefore in order to run no such risks he came to a sudden determination on the spot i owe you very much my good friend said he to the officer for your timely assistance to be frank what you have just told me has indeed perplexed me not a little concerning the place where i proposed to stop is there no hotel in this neighbourhood where i could leave these ladies while i seek my friend

wanted to all manner of deceitfulness and engaged in our calling which unavoidably makes one distrustful of mere appearances however specious however honest the really good-hearted officer now i'd peer in the dubious light with a most unpleasant scrutiny and he abandoned the sir and the tone of his voice sensibly changed as he replied there is no hotel in this neighbourhood it is too off the thoroughfance come come cried the driver now growing bold again though you're an officer i'm a citizen for all that you haven't any further right to keep me out of my bed now he don't know where he wants to go to cause he hain't got no place at all to go to so i'll just dump him here and you daren't stay me don't be impertinent now said the officer but not so stonly as before i'll have my rights though i tell you that leave go of my arm damn ye get off the box i've the law now i say mr come tramp here goes your luggage and so saying he dragged toward him a light trunk on the top of the stage keep a clean tongue in ye now said the officer and don't be in quite so great a hurry then addressing pierre who had now re-alighted from the coach while this can't continue what do you intend to do not to ride further with that man at any rate said pierre i will stop right here for the present he he laughed the driver he he he maize incommidating now we hitches now we do stops right afore the watch-house he-he that's funny off with the luggage then driver said the policeman here hand the small truck and now away and unlashed there behind during all this scene delhi had remained perfectly silent in her trembling and rustic alarm while isabel by occasional cries to pierre had vainly besought some explanation but though their complete ignorance of city life

had caused pierre's two companions to regard the scene thus far with too much trepidation yet now when in the obscurity of night and in the heart of a strange town pierre handed them out of the coach into the naked street and they saw their luggage piles so near the white light of a watch-house the same ignorance in some sort reversed its effects on them for they little fancied and went really untoward in wretched circumstances they first touched the flagging of the city as the coach lumbered off and went rolling into the wide murkiness beyond pierre spoke to the officer it is a rather strange accident i confess my friend but strange accidents will sometimes happen in the best of families rejoined the other a little ironically now i must not quarrel with this man thought pierre to himself stung at the officer's tone then said is there any one in your office no one is yet not late enough will you have the kindness then to house these ladies there for the present while i make haste to provide them with better lodgment lead on if you please the man seemed to hesitate a moment but finally acquiesced and soon they passed under the white light and entered a large plain a most forbidding-looking room with hacked wooden benches and bunks ranged along the side and a railing before a desk in one corner the permanent keep of the place was quietly reading a paper by the long central double-bat-screen gaslight and three the officers off duty were nodding on a bench. Not very liberal accommodations, said the officer quietly,

nor always the best of company, but we try to be civil. Be seated, ladies, politely drawing a small bench toward them. Hello, my friend, said Pierre, approaching the nodding three beyond, and tapping them on the shoulder. Hello, I say, will you do me a little favor? Will you help bring some trunks in from the street? I will satisfy you for your trouble and be much obliged into the bargain. instantly the three noughties used to sudden awakenings opened their eyes and stared hard in being further enlightened by the bat's wings and first officer promptly brought in the luggage as desired

pierre hurriedly sat down by isabel and in a few words gave her to understand that she was now in a perfectly secure place however unwelcoming that the officers would take every care of her while he made all possible speed in running to the house and indubitably ascertaining how matters stood there he hoped to be back in less than ten minutes with good tidings explaining his intention to the first officer and begging him not to leave the girls till he should return he forthwith salad into the street he quickly came to the house and immediately identified it but all was profoundly silent and dark he rang the bell but no answer and waiting long enough to be certain that either the house was indeed deserted or else the old clerk was unawakable or absent and at all events certain that no slightest preparation had been made for their arrival pierre bitterly disappointed returned to isabel with this most unpleasant information nevertheless something must be done and quickly turning to one of the officers he begged him to go and seek a hack that the whole party might be taken to some respectable lodging but the man as well as his comrades declined the errand on the score that there was no stand on their beat and they could not on any account leave their beat so pierre himself must go he by no means liked to leave isabel and delhi again on an expedition which might occupy some time but there seemed no resource and time now imperiously pressed communicating his intention therefore to isabel and again entreating the officer's particular services as before and promising not to leave him unrequited pierre again sallied out he looked up and down the street and listened but no sound of any approaching the vehicle was audible he ran on and turning the first corner bent his rapid steps toward the greatest and most central avenue of the city assured that there if anywhere he would find what he wanted

it was some distance off and he was not without hope that an empty hack would meet him ere he arrived there but the few stray ones he encountered had all muffled fares he continued on and at last gained the great avenue not habitually used to such scenes pierre for a moment was surprised that the instant he turned out of the narrow and dark and death-like he should find himself suddenly precipitated into the not yet repressed noise and contention in all the garish night-life of a vast thoroughfare crowded and wedged by day and even now at this late hour brilliant with occasional illuminations and echoing to very many swift wheels and footfalls chapter two i say my pretty one dear dear young man oh love you are in a vast hurry ain't you can't you stop a bit now my dear do there's a sweet fellow pierre turned and in the flashing sinister evil cross-lights of a druggish window his eye caught the person of a wonderfully beautifully featured girl scarlet cheeked glaringly arrayed and of a figure all natural grace but unnatural vivacity her whole form however was horribly lit by the green and yellow rays from the druggists my god shuddered pierre hurrying forward the town's first welcome to you he was just crossing over to where a line of hacks were drawn up against the opposite curb when his eye was arrested by a short-guided name rather reservedly and aristocratically denominating a large and very handsome house the second story of which was profusely lighted he looked up and was very certain that in this house were the apartments of glen yielding to a sudden impulse he mounted the single step toward the door and rang the bell which was quickly responded to by a very civil black

as the door opened he heard the distant interior sound of dancing music and merriment is mr stanley in mr stanley yes but he is engaged how he is somewhere in the drawing-rooms my mistress is giving a party to the lodgers ay tell mr stanley i wish to see him for one moment if you please only one moment i dare not call him sir he said that possibly some one might call for him to-night they are calling every night for mr stanley but i must admit no one on the plea of the party a dark and bitter suspicion now darted through the mind of pierre and ungovernably yielding to it and resolved to prove or falsify it without delay he said to the black my business is pressing i must see mr stamling i am sorry sir but orders are orders i am his particular servant here the one that sees his silver every holy day i can't disobey him may i shut the door sir for as it is i cannot admit you the drawing-rooms are on the second floor are they not said pierre quietly yes said the black pausing in surprise and holding the door yonder are the stairs i think that way sir but this is yours and the now suspicious black was just on the the point of closing the portal violently upon him when pierre thrust him suddenly aside and springing up the long stairs found himself facing an open door from whence proceeded a burst of combined brilliancy and melody doubly confusing to one just emerged from the street but bewildered and all demented as he momentarily felt he instantly stalked in and confounded the amazed company with his unremove slouched hat pale cheek and whole dusty travel-stained and ferocious aspect mr stanley where is mr stanley he cried advancing straight through a startled quadrille while all the music suddenly hushed and every eye was fixed and vague of fright upon him

mr stanley mr stanley cried several bladish voices toward the further end of the further drawing-room into which the first one widely opened here is a most peculiar fellow after you who the devil is he i think i see him replied a singularly cool deliberate and rather drawling voice yet a very silvery one and at bottom perhaps a very resolute one i think i see him stand aside my good fellow will you ladies remove remove from between me and yonder hat the polite compliance of the company thus addressed now revealed to the advancing pierre the tall robust figure of a remarkably splendid looking and brown-bearded young men dressed with surprising plainness almost a mereness for such an occasion but this plainness of his dress was not so obvious at first the material was so fine and admirably fitted he was carelessly lounging in a half-side-long attitude upon a large sofa and appeared as if but just interrupted in some very agreeable chat with a diminutive but vivacious brunette occupying the other end the dandy and the man strength and effeminacy courage and indolence were so strangely blended in this superb-eyed youth that at first sight it seemed impossible to decide whether there was any genuine medal in him or not some years had gone by since the cousins had met years peculiarly productive of the greatest conceivable changes in the general personal aspect of human beings nevertheless the eye seldom alters the instant their eyes met they mutually recognized each other but both did not portray the recognition glen cried pierre and paused a few steps from him but the superb eyed only settled himself lower down in his lounging attitude and slowly withdrawing a small unpretending and unribboned glass from his vest pocket steadily yet not entirely insultingly notwithstanding the circumstances scrutinized pierre

then dropping his glass turned slowly round upon the gentleman near him saying in the same peculiar mixed and musical voices before i do not know him it is an entire mistake why don't the servants take him out and the music go on as i was saying miss clara the statues you saw in the louvre are not to be mentioned with those in florence in rome why there now is that vaunt as chef d'oeuvre the fighting gladiator of the louvre fighting gladiator it is yelled pierre leaping toward him like sparticus but the savage impulse in him was restrained by the alarmed female shrieks and wild gestures around him as he paused several gentlemen made motions to pinion him but shaking them all fiercely he stood erect and isolated for an instant and fastening his glance upon his still reclining and apparently unmoved cousin thus spoke glendinning stanley thou disown'st pierre not so abhorrently as pierre does thee thy heaven had i a knife glen i could prick thee on the spot let out all thy glendinning blood and then sew up the vile remainder hound and base blot upon the general humanity this is very extraordinary remarkable case of combined imposture and insanity but where are the servants why don't that black advance lead him out my good doc lead him out carefully carefully stay putting his hand in his pocket there take that and have the poor fellow driven off somewhere bolting his rage in him as impossible to be sated by any conduct in such a place pierre now turned sprang down the same and fled the house chapter three haxer haxer haxer haxer cab sir cab sir this way sir this way sir this way sir he's a rogue not him he's a rogue

pierre was surrounded by a crowd of contending hackmen all holding long whips in their hands while others eagerly beckoned to him from their boxes where they sat elevated between their two coach lamps like shabby discarded saints like shabby discarded saints the whip-stalks thickened round him and several reports of the cracking lashes sharply sounded in his ears just bursting from a scene so goading as his interview with the scornful glen in the dazzling drawing-room to pierre the sudden tumultuous surrounding of him by whip-stalks and lashes seemed like the onset of the chastising fiends upon orestes but breaking away from them he seized the first-plated door-handle near him and leaping into the hack shouted for whoever was the keeper of it to mount his box forthwith and drive off in a given direction the vehicle had proceeded some way down the great avenue when it paused and the driver demanded whither now what place the watch-house of the ward cried pierre hi hi going to deliver himself up eh grinned the fellow to himself well that's a sort of honest anyway galang you dogs wist we wa glang the sights and sounds which met the eye of pierre on re-entering the watch-house filled in with inexpressible horror and fury the before decent drowsy place now fairly reeked with all things unseemly hardly possible was it to tell what conceivable cause or occasion had in the comparatively short absence of pier collected such a base congregation in indescribable disorder frantic disease-looking men and women of all colors and in all imaginable flaunting immodest grotesque and shattered dresses were leaping yelling and cursing around him the torn madrasse handkerchiefs of knee-gresses and the red gowns of yellow girls hanging in tatters from their naked bosoms mixed with the rent dresses of deep rouged white women and the split-coats checkered vests and protruding shirts of pale or whiskered or haggard or mustached fellows of all nations

some of whom seemed scared from their beds and others seemingly arrested in the midst of some crazy and wanton dance on all sides were heard drunken male and female voices in english french spanish and portuguese interlarded now and then with the foulest of all human lingoes that dialect of sin and death known as the cant language or the flash running among this combined babble of persons and voices several of the police were vainly striving to steal the tumult while others were busy handcuffing the more desperate and here and there the distracted wretches both men and women gave downright battle to the officers and still others already handcuffed struck out at them with their joined ironed arms meanwhile words and phrases unrepeatable in god's sunlight and whose very existence was utterly unknown and undreamed of by tens of thousands of the decent people of the city syllables obscene and accursed were shouted forth in tones plainly evincing the they were the common household breadth of their utterers the thieves quarters and all the brothels lock and sin hospitals for incurable and infirmaries and infernoes of hell seemed to have made one combined sortie and poured out upon earth through the vile vomitory of some unmentionable cellar though the hitherto imperfect and casual city experiences of pierre illy fitted him entirely to comprehend the specific purport of this terrific spectacle still he knew enough by hearsay of the more infamous life of the town to imagine from whence and who were the objects before him but all his consciousness at the time was absorbed by the one horrified thought of isabel and delhi forced to witness a sight hardly endurable for pierre himself or possibly sucked into the tumult an enclosed personal contact with its loathsomeness rushing into the crowd regardless of the random blows and curses he encountered he wildly sought for isabel and soon descried her struggling from the delirious reaching arms of a half-clad reeling wiskirondon

with an immense blow of his male fist he sent the wretch humming and seizing isabel cried out to two officers near to clear a path for him to the door they did so and in a few minutes the panting isabel was safe in the open air he would have stayed by her but she conjured him to return for delhi exposed to worse insults than herself an additional posse of officers now approaching a pierre committing her to the care of one of them and summoning two others to join himself now re-entered the room in another quarter of it he saw deli seized on each hand by two bleared and half-bloody women who with fiendish grimaces were ironically twitting her upon her close-necked dress and had already stripped her handkerchief from her she uttered a cry of mixed anguish and joy at the sight of him and pierre soon succeeded in returning with her to isabel during the absence of pierre in quest of the hack and while isabel and delhi were quietly awaiting his return the door had suddenly burst open and the detachment of the police drove in and caged the entire miscellaneous night occupants of a notorious stew which they had stormed and carried during the height of some outrageous orgy the first sight of the interior of the watch-house and there being so quickly huddled together within its four blank walls had suddenly lashed the mob into frenzy so that for the time oblivious of all other considerations the entire force of the police was directed to the quelling of the indoor riot and consequently abandoned to their own protection isabel and delhi had been temporarily left to its mercy it was no time for pierre to manifest his indignation at the officer even if he could now find him who had thus falsified his individual pledge concerning the precious charge committed to him there was it any time to distress himself about his luggage still somewhere within quitting all he thrust the bewildered and half-lifeless girls into the waiting hack which by his orders

drove back in the direction of the stand where pierre had first taken it up when the coach had rolled them well away from the tumult pierre stopped it and said to the man that he desired to be taken to the nearest respectable hotel or boarding-house of any kind that he knew up the fellow maliciously diverted by what had happened thus far made some ambiguous and rudely merry rejoinder but warned by his previous rash quarrel with the stage-driver pierre passed this unnoticed and in a controlled calm decided manner repeated his directions the issue was that after a rather roundabout drive they drew up in a very respectable side street before a large respectable-looking house illuminated by two tall white lights flanking its portico pierre was glad to notice some little remaining stir within spite of the comparative lateness of the hour a bareheaded tidily dressed and very intelligent-looking man with a broom-clothes brush in his hand appearing scrutinized him rather sharply at first but as pierre advanced further into the light and his countenance became visible the man assuming a respectful but still slightly perplexed air invited the whole party into a closely adjoining parlor whose disordered chairs and general dustiness events that after a day's activity it now awaited the morning offices of the housemaids baggage sir i have left my baggage at another place to peer i shall send for it to-morrow ah exclaimed the very intelligent-looking man rather dubiously shall i discharge the hackman stay said pierre bethinking him that it would be well not to let the man know from whence they had last come i will discharge it myself thank you so returning to the sidewalk without debate he paid the hackman an exorbitant fare who anxious to secure such illegal gains beyond all hope of recovery quickly mounted his box and drove off at a gallop

will you step into the office sir now said the man slightly flourishing with his brush this way sir if you please pierre followed him into an almost deserted dimly lit room with a stand in it going behind the stand the man turned round to him a large ledger-like book thickly inscribed with names like any directory and offered him a pen ready dipped in ink understanding the general hint though secretly irritated at something in the manner of the man pierre drew the book to him and wrote in a firm hand at the bottom of the last named column mr mrs pierre glendinning and miss ulver the man glanced at the writing inquiringly and then said the other column sir wherefrom true said pierre and wrote saddle meadow the very intelligent-looking man re-examined the page and then slowly stroking his shaven chin with a fork made up his thumb for one time and his united four fingers for the other said softly and whisperingly anywhere's in this country sir yes in the country said pierre evasively and bridling his ire but now show me to two chambers will you the one for myself and wife i desire to have opening into another a third one never mind how small but i must have a dress room dressing-room repeated the man in an ironically deliberative voice dressing-room hum you will have your luggage taken into the dressing-room then i suppose oh i forgot your luggage ain't come yet ah yes yes yes luggage is coming to-morrow oh yes yes certainly to-morrow of course by the way sir i just like to seem it all uncivil and i'm sure you will not deem me so but well said pierre must bring all his self-command for the coming impertinence when stranger gentlemen come to this house without luggage we think ourselves bound to ask him to pay their bills in advance sir that is all sir i shall stay here to-night and the whole of to-morrow at any rate rejoined pierre thankful that this was all how much will it be and he drew out his purse

the man's eyes fastened with eagerness on the purse he looked from it to the face of him who held it then seemed half hesitating an instant then brightening up said with sudden suavity never mind sir never mind sir though rogues sometimes be gentlemen menly gentlemen that are gentlemen never go abroad without their diplomas their diplomas are their friends and their only friends are their dollars you have a purse full of friends we have chambers sir that will exactly suit you i think bring your ladies and i will show you up to them immediately so saying dropping his brush the very intelligent-looking man lighted one lamp and taking two unlighted ones in his other hand led the way down the dusky lead sheeted hall pierre following him with isabel and delhi end of book sixteen book seventeen of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-vox recording is in the public domain book seventeen young america in literature chapter one among the various conflicting modes of writing history there would seem to be two grand practical distinctions under which all the rest must subordinately range by the one mode all contemporaneous circumstances facts and events must be set down contemporaneous by the other they are only to be set down as the general stream of the narrative shall dictate for matters which are kindred in time may be very irrelative in themselves i elect neither of these i am careless of either both are well enough in their way i write precisely as i please in the earlier chapters of this volume it has somewhere been passing

intimated that pierre was not only a reader of the poets and other fine writers but likewise and what is a very different thing from the other a thorough allegorical understander of them a profound emotional sympathiser with them in other words pierre himself possessed the poetic nature in himself absolutely though but latently and floatingly possessed every wit of the imaginative wealth which he so admired when by vast painst takings and all manner of unrecompensed agonies systematized on the printed page not that as yet his young and immature soul had been accosted by the wonderful mutes and through the vast halls of silent truth had been ushered into the full secret eternally inviolable sanhedrum where the poetic maiji discussed in glorious gibberish the alpha and omega of the universe but among the beautiful imaginings of the second and third degree of poets he freely comprehendingly ranged but it still remains to be said that pierre himself had written many a fugitive thing which had brought him not only vast credit and compliments from his more immediate acquaintances but the less partial applausees of the always intelligent and extremely discriminating public in short pierre had frequently done that which many other boys have done published not in the imposing form of a book but in the more modest and becoming way of occasional contributions to magazines and other polite periodicals his magnificent and victorious debut had been made in that delightful love sonnet entitled the tropical summer

not only the public had applauded his gemmed little sketches of thought and fancy whether in poetry or prose but the high and mighty campbell clan of editors of all sorts had bestowed upon him those generous commendations which with one instantaneous glance they had immediately perceived was his due they spoke in high terms of his surprising command of language they begged to express their wonder at his euphonious construction of sentences they regarded with reverence the pervading symmetry of his general style but transcending even this profound insight into the deep merits of pierre they looked infinitely beyond and confessed their complete inability to restrain their unqualified admiration for the highly judicious smoothness and gentleness of the sentiments and fancies expressed this writer said one in an ungovernable burst of admiring fury is characterized throughout by perfect taste another after endorsingly quoting that sapient suppressed maxim of dr goldsmith's which asserts that whatever is that whatever is as new is false went on to apply it to the excellent productions before him concluding with this he has translated the unruffled gentleman from the drawing-room into the general levy of letters he never permits himself to astonish is never betrayed into anything coarse or new as assured that whatever astonishes is vulgar and whatever is new must be crude yes it is the glory of this admirable young author that vulgarity and vigor to inseparable adjuncts are equally removed from him a third pererated a long and beautifully written review by the bold and startling announcement this writer is unquestionably a highly respectable youth

nor had the editors of various moral and religious periodicals failed to render the tribute of their severer appreciation and more enviable because more cherry applause a renowned clerical and philological conductor of a weekly publication of this kind whose surprising proficiency in the greek hebrew and chaldaic to which he had devoted by far the greater part of his life peculiarly fitted him to pronounce unerring judgment humphum works of taste in the english had unhesitatingly delivered himself thus he is blameless in morals and harmless throughout another had unhesitatingly recommended his effusions to the family circle a third had no reserve in saying that the predominant end and aim of this author was evangelical piety a mind less naturally strong than pierres might well have been hurried into vast self-complacency by such eulogy as that this especially as there could be no possible doubt that the primitive verdict pronounced by the editors was irreversible except in the highly improbable event of the near approach of the millennium which might establish a different dynasty of taste and possibly eject the editors it is true that in view of the general practical vagueness of these panegyrics and the circumstance that in essence they were all somehow of the prudently indecisive sort and considering that they were panegyrics and nothing but panegyrics without anything analytical about them an elderly friend of a literary turn had made bold to say to our hero

this is very high praise i grant and you are a surprisingly young author to receive it but i do not see any criticisms as yet criticisms cried pierre in amazement why sir they are all criticisms i am the idol of the critics ah said the elderly friend as if suddenly reminded that that was true after all ah and went on with his inoffensive non-committal cigar nevertheless thanks to the editors such at last became the popular literary enthusiasm in behalf of pierre that two young men recently abandoning the ignoble pursuit of tailoring for the more honorable trade of the publisher probably with an economical view of working up in books the linen and cotton shreds of the cutter's counter after having been subjected to the action of the paper mill had on the daintiest scalloped edge paper and in the neatest possible and fine needlework hand addressed him a letter couched in the following terms the general style of which letter will sufficiently evince that though thanks to the manufacturer their linen and cotton shreds may have been very completely transmuted into paper yet the cutters themselves were not yet entirely out of the metamorphosing mill honourable pierre glendinning reverend sir the fine cut the judicious fit of your production fills us with amazement the fabric is excellent the finest broadcloth of genius we have just started in business your pantaloons productions we mean have never yet been collected they should be published in the library form

the tailors we mean the librarians demand it your fame is now in its finest nap now before the gloss is off now is the time for the library form we have recently received an invoice of chamois russia leather the library form should be a durable form we respectfully offer to dress your amazing productions in the library form if you please we will transmit you a sample of the cloth we mean a sample of the cloth we mean a simple we mean a sample page with a pattern of the leather we are ready to give you one-tenth of the profits less discount for the privilege of arraying your wonderful productions in the library form you cashing the seamstresses printers and binders bills on the day of publication an answer at your earliest convenience will greatly oblige sir your most obsequious servants wonder and when p s we respectfully submit the enclosed block sheet as some earnest of our intentions to do everything in your behalf possible to any firm in the trade in b if the list does not comprise all your illustrious wardrobe works we mean we shall exceedingly regret it we have hunted through all the drawers magazines sample of a coat title for the works of glendinning the complete works of glendinning author of that world fame production the tropical summer a sonnet the weather a thought life and impromptu the late reverend mark graceman an obituary honor a stanza beauty an acrostic edgar an anagram the pippin a paragraph etc etc etc etc etc etc etc etc

etc etc etc etc etc etc etc p from a designer pierre had received the following sir i approach you with unfeigned trepidation for though you are young in age you are old in fame and ability i cannot express to you my ardent admiration of your works nor can i but deeply regret that the productions of such graphic descriptive power should be unaccompanied by the humbler illustrative labours of the designer my services in this line are entirely at your command i need not say how proud i should be if this hint on my part however presuming should induce you to reply in terms upon which i could find the hope of honouring myself and my profession by a few designs for the works of the illustrious glendinning but the cursory mention of your name here fills me with such swelling emotions that i can say nothing more i would only add however that not being at all connected with the trade my business situation unpleasantly forces me to make cash down on delivery of each design the basis of all my professional arrangements your noble soul however would disdain to suppose that this sordid necessity in my merely business concerns could ever impair that profound private veneration and admiration with which i unmercernarily am great and good glendinning yours most humbly peter chapter two these were stirring letters a library form and illustrated edition his whole heart swelled but unfortunately it occurred to pierre that as all his writings were not only fugitive

but if put together could not possibly feel more than a very small duodecimo therefore the library edition seemed a little premature perhaps possibly in a slight degree preposterous then as they were chiefly made up of little sonnets brief meditative poems and moral essays the matter for the designer ran some small risk of being but meagre in his inexperience he did not know that such was the great height of invention to which the designer's art had been carried that certain gentlemen of that profession had gone to an eminent publishing-house with overtures for an illustrated edition of coke upon littleton even the city directory was beautifully illustrated with exquisite engravings of bricks tongs and flat irons concerning the drafts for the title page it must be confessed that on seeing the imposing enumeration of his titles long and magnificent as those preceding the proclamations of some german prince hereditary lord of the back yard of crant's jacobie undoubted proprietor by seizure of the bedstead of the late widow van lorne heir apparent to the bankrupt bakery of flets and flits residuary legate of the confiscated pin-money of the late dowager dunker etc etc etc pere could not entirely repress a momentary feeling of elation yet did he also fallow under the weight of his own ponderosity as the author of such a vast load of literature it occasioned him some slight misgivings however when he considered that already in his eighteenth year his title-page

should so immensely surpassed in the luminous statisticals the simple page which in his father's edition prefixed the vast speculations of plato still he comforted himself with the thought that as he could not presume to interfere with the bill-stickers of the gazelle magazine who every month covered the walls of the city with gigantic announcements of his name among the other contributors so neither could he now in the highly improbable event of closing with the offer of mayseer's wonder and when presumed to interfere with the bill-sticking department of their business concern for it was plain that they esteemed one's title-page but another unwindered wall infinitely more available than most walls since here was at least one spot in the city where no rival bill-stickers dared to encroach nevertheless resolved as he was to let all such bill-sticking matters take care of themselves he was sensible of some coy inclination toward that modest method of certain kid-gloved and dainty authors who scorning the vulgarity of a sounding parade contented themselves with simply subscribing their name to the title page as confident that that was sufficient guaranteed to the notice of all true gentlemen of taste it was for petty german princes to sound their prolonged titular flourishes the czar of russia contented himself with putting the simple word nicholas to his loftiest decrees this train of thought terminated at last in various considerations upon the subject of anonymousness in authorship he regretted that he had not started his literary career under that mask at present it might be too late already the whole universe knew him and it was in vain at this late day to attempt to hood himself but when he considered the essential dignity

and propriety at all points of the inviolably anonymous method he could not but feel the sincerest sympathy for those unfortunate fellows who not only naturally averse to any sort of publicity but progressively ashamed of their own success of productions written chiefly for the merest cash were yet cruelly coerced into sounding title pages by sundry bakers and butcher's bills and other financial considerations inasmuch as the placard of the title page indubitably must assist the publisher in his sales but perhaps the ruling though not altogether conscious motive appear in finally declining as he did the services of messrs wonder and when those eager applications for the privilege of extending and solidifying his fame arose from the idea that being at this time not very far advanced in years the probability was that his future productions might at least equal if not surpass in some small degree those already given to the world he resolved to wait for his literary canonization until he should at least have outgrown the sophomoresian insinuation of the law which with a singular affectation of benignity pronounced him an infant his modesty obscured from him the circumstance of the greatest lettered celebrities of the time had by the divine power of genius become full graduates in the university of fame why yet as legal miners forced to go to their mammas for pennies wherewith to keep them in peanuts not seldom pierre's social placidity was ruffled by polite entreaties from the young ladies that he would be pleased to grace their albums with some nice little song we say that here his social placidity was ruffled for the true charm of agreeable parlor society is that there you lose your own sharp individuality

and become delightfully merged in that soft social pantheism as it were that rosy melting of all into one ever prevailing in those drawing-rooms which pacifically and deliciously belie their own name inasmuch as there no one draws the sword of his own individuality but all such ugly weapons are left as of old with your hat and cane in the hall it was very awkward to decline the albums but somehow it was still worse and peculiarly distasteful for pierre to comply with equal justice apparently you might either have called that his weakness or his idiosyncrasy he summoned all his suavity and refused and the refusal of pierre according to miss angelica amabilia of ambleside was sweeter than the compliance of others but then prior to the proffer of her album in a copse at ambleside pierre in a gallant wind had in the lady's own presence voluntarily carved miss angelica's initials upon the bark of a beautiful maple but all young ladies are not miss angelicas blandly denied in the parlor they courted repulse in the study in lovely envelopes they despatched their albums to pierre not omitting to drop a little attar of rose in the palm of the domestic who carried them while now pierre pushed to the wall in his gallantry shilly shallied as to what he must do the awaiting albums multiplied upon him and by and by monopolized an entire shelf in his chamber so that why their combined ornate bindings fairly dazzled his eyes their excessive revelants all but made him to faint though indeed in moderation he was very partial to perfumes so that of really chilly afterno he was still obliged to drop the upper sashes a few inches

the simplest of all things it is to write in a lady's album but quibono is there such a dearth of printed reading that the monkish times must be revived and lady's books be in manuscript what could pierre write of his own on love or anything else that would surpass with divine hyphets wrote so many long centuries ago was there not anacreon to and cattullus and avid all translated and readily accessible and then bless all their souls had the dear creatures forgotten tom more but the handwriting pierre they want the sight of your hand well thought pierre actual feeling is better than transmitted sight any day i will give them the actual feeling of my hand as much as they want and lips are still better than hands let them send their sweet faces to me and i will kiss lipographs upon them for ever and a day this was a felicitous idea he called dates and had the albums carried down by the basketful into the dining-room he opened and spread them all out upon the the extension table there then modelling himself by the pope when his holiness collectively blesses long crates of rosaries he waved one devout kiss to the albums and summoning three servants sent the albums all home with his best compliments accompanied with the confectioner's kiss for each album rolled up in the most ethereal tissue from various quarters of the land both town and country and especially during the preliminary season of autumn pierre received various pressing invitations to lecture before lyceums young men's associations and other literary and scientific societies the letters conveying these invitations possessed quite an imposing and most flattering aspect of the unsophisticated pier one was as follows

er quartian club for the immediate extension of the limits of all knowledge both human and divine zay doc prattesville june eleventh eighteen so on author of the tropical summer etc honored and dear sir official duty and private inclination in this present case most delightfully blend what was the ardent desire of my heart has now by the action of the committee on lectures because become professionally obligatory upon me as chairman of our committee on lectures i hereby beg the privilege of entreating that you will honor this society by lecturing before it on any subject you may choose and at any day most convenient to yourself the subject of human destiny we would respectfully suggest without however at all wishing to impede you in your own unbiased selection if you honor us by complying with this invitation be assured served that the committee on lectures will take the best care of you throughout your stay and endeavor to make zadot pratt'sville agreeable to you a carriage will be in attendance at the stage house to convey yourself and luggage to the inn under full escort of the committee on lectures with the chairman at their head permit me to join my private homage to my high official consideration for you and to subscribe myself very humbly your servant donald dun don chapter three but it was more especially the lecture invitations coming from venerable gray-headed metropolitan societies and indicted by venerable gray-headed secretaries which far from elating fill the youthful pierre with the sincerest sense of humility lecture lecture such a stripling as i lecture to fifty benches with ten grey heads on each five hundred grey heads and all shall my one poor inexperienced brain presumed to lay down the law in a lecture to five hundred life-ripened understandings

it seemed to absurd for thought yet the five hundred through their spokesman had voluntarily extended this identical invitation to him then how could it be otherwise than that an incipient timonism should slide into pierre when he considered all the disgraceful inferences to be derived from such a fact he called a mind how that once upon a time during a visit of his to the city the police were called out to quell a portentous riot occasion by the vast press and contention for seats at the first lecture of an illustrious lad of nineteen the author of a week at coney island it is needless to say that pierre most conscientiously and respectfully declined all polite overtures of this sort similar disenchantments of his cooler judgment did likewise deprive of their full lusciousness several other equally marked demonstrations of his literary celebrity applications for autographs showered in upon him but in sometimes humorously gratifying the more urgent requests of these singular people pier could not but feel a pang of regret that owing to the very youthful and quite unformed character of his handwriting his signature did not possess that in flexible uniformity which for mere prudential reasons if nothing more should always mark the hand of illustrious men his heart thrilled with sympathetic anguish for posterity which would be certain to stand hopelessly perplexed before so many contradictory signatures of one supereminent name alas posterity would be sure to conclude that they were forgeries all that no chirographic relic of the sublime poet glendinning survived to their miserable times from the proprietors of the magazines whose pages were honored by his effusions he received very pressing epistolary solicitations for the loan of his portrait in oil in order to take an engraving therefrom for a

frontispiece to their periodicals but here again the most melancholy considerations obtruded it had always been one of the lesser ambitions of pierre to sport a flowing beard which he deemed the most noble corporeal badge of the man not to speak of the illustrious author but as yet he was beardless and no cunning compound of roland and son could force a beard which should arrive at maturity in any reasonable time for the frontispiece besides his boyish features and whole expression were daily changing would he lend his authority to this unprincipled imposture upon posterity honor for bad these epistolary petitions were generally couched in an elaborately respectful style thereby intimating with what deep reverence his portrait would be handled while unavoidably subjected to the discipline indispensable to obtain from it the engraved copy they prayed for but one or two of the persons who made occasional oral requisitions upon him in this matter of his engraved portrait seemed less regardful of the inherent respect due to every man's portrait much more to that of a genius so celebrated as pierre they did not even seem to remember that the portrait of any man generally receives and indeed is entitled to more reverence than the original man himself since one may freely clap a celebrated friend on the shoulder yet would by no means tweak his nose in his portrait the reason whereof may be this that the portrait is better entitled to reverence than the man inasmuch as nothing belittling can be imagined concerning the portrait whereas many unavoidably belittling things can be fancied as touching the man upon one occasion happening suddenly to encounter a literary acquaintance a joint editor of the captain kidd monthly who suddenly popped upon him round a corner pierre was startled by a rapid good morning good morning

just the man i wanted come step round now with me and have your dog your attack taken get it ingraved then in no time want it for the next issue so saying this chief mate of captain kidd seized pierre's arm and in the most vigorous manner was walking him off like an officer a pickpocket when pierre civilly said pray sir hold if you please i shall do no such thing pooh pooh must have it public property come along only a door or two now public property rejoined pierre that may do very well for the captain kiddysh monthly it's very captain kiddish to say so but i beg to repeat that i do not intend to accede don't really cried the other amazingly staring pierre full in the countenance why bless your soul my portrait is published long ago published can help that sir said pierre oh come along come along and the chief mate seized him again with the most uncompunctious familiarity by the arm though the sweetest tempered youth in the world when but decently treated pierre had an ugly devil in him sometimes very apt to be evoked by the personal profaneness of gentlemen of the captain kidd school of literature look you my good fellow said he submitting to his impartial inspection a determinately double fist drop my arm now or i'll drop you to the devil with you and your daguerre type this incident suggested as it was at the time in the sequel had a surprising effect upon pierre for he considered with what infinite readiness now the most faithful portrait of any one could be taken by the dogurotype whereas in former times a faithful portrait was only within the power of the money or mental aristocrats of the earth how natural then the inference that instead as in old times immortalizing a genius a portrait now only dealized a dunce besides when everybody has his portrait published true distinction lies in not having yours published at all for if you are published along with tom dick and harry and wear a coat of their cut how then are you distinct from tom dick and harry

therefore even so miserable a motive as downright personal vanity helped to operate in this matter with pierre some zealous lovers of the general literature of the age as well as declared devotees to his own great genius frequently petitioned him for the materials wherewith to frame his biography they assured him that life of all things was most insecure he might feel many years in him yet time might go lightly by him but in any sudden and fatal sickness how would his last hours be embittered by the thought that he was about to depart forever leaving the world utterly unprovided with the knowledge of what were the precise texture and hue of the first trousers he wore these representations did certainly touch him in a very tender spot not previously unknown to the schoolmaster but when pierre considered that owing to his extreme youth his own recollections of the past soon merged into all manner of half-memories and of general vagueness he could not find it in his conscience to present such materials to the impatient biographers especially as his chief verifying authority in these matters for of his past career was now eternally departed beyond all human appeal his excellent nurse clarissa had been dead four years and more in vain a young literary friend the well-known author of two indexes and one epic to whom the subject happened to be mentioned warmly espoused the cause of the distressed biographers saying that however unpleasant one must needs pay the penalty of celebrity it was no use to stand back and concluded by taking from the crown of the his hat the proof-sheets of his own biography which with the most thoughtful consideration for the masses were shortly to be published in the pamphlet form price only a shillen it only the more bewildered and pained him when still other and less delicate applicants sent him there regularly printed biographical solicitor circulars with his name written in ink begging him to honor them

and the world with a neat draught of his life including criticisms on his own writings the printed circular indiscriminately protesting that undoubtedly he knew more of his own life than any other living man and that only he who had put together the great works of glendinning could be fully qualified thoroughly to analyze them and cast the ultimate judgment upon their remarkable construction now it was under the influence of the humiliating emotions engendered by things like the above it was when thus haunted by publishers engravers editors critics autographed collectors portrait fanciers biographers and petitioning and remonstrating literary friends of all sorts it was then that there stole into the youthful soul of pierre melancholy forebodings of the utter unsatisfactoriness of all human fame since the most ardent proper of the most martyrizing demonstrations in his behalf these he was sorrowfully obliged to turn away and it may well be believed that after the wonderful vital world revelation so suddenly may appear at the meadows a revelation which at moments in some certain things fairly timonized him he had not failed to clutch with peculiar nervous detestation and contempt that ample parcel containing the letters of his biographico and other silly correspondence which in a less ferocious he had filed away as curiosities it was with an almost infernal grin that he saw that particular heap of rubbish eternally quenched in the fire and felt that as it was consumed before his eyes so when his soul was forever killed the last and minutest undeveloped microscopic germ of that most despicable vanity to which those absurd correspondence thought to appeal in the book seventeen book eighteen of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-vox recording is in the public domain

pierre as a juvenile author reconsidered chapter i inasmuch as by various indirect intimations much than ordinary natural genius has been imputed imputed to pierre it may have seemed an inconsistency that only the merest magazine papers should have been thus far the sole productions of his mind nor need it be added that in the soberest earnest those papers contain nothing uncommon indeed entirely now to drop all irony if hitherto anything like that has been indulged in those fugitive things of master pierre's were the various commonplace it is true as i long before said that nature at saddle meadows had very early been as a benediction to pierre had blown her wind clarion to him from the blue hills and murmured melodious secrecies to him by her streams and her woods but while nature thus very early and very abundantly feeds us she is very late in tutoring us as to the proper methodization of our diet or to change the metaphor there are immense quarries of fine marble but how to get it out how to chisel it how to construct any temple youth must wholly quit then the quarry for a while and not only go forth and get tools to use in in the quarry but must go and thoroughly study architecture now the quarry discoverer is long before the stone-cutter and the stone-cutter is long before the architect and the architect is long before the temple for the temple is the crown of the world yes pierre was not only very unarchitectural at that time but pierre was very young indeed at that time and it is very young indeed at that time and it is very young

is often to be observed that as in digging for precious metals in the mines much earthy rubbish has first to be troublesomely handled and thrown out so in digging in one soul for the fine gold of genius much dullness and commonplace is first brought to light happy would it be if the man possessed in himself some receptacle for his own rubbish of this sort but he is like the occupant of a dwelling whose refuse cannot be clapped into his own cellar but must be deposited in the street before his own door for the public functionaries to take care of no commonplace is ever effectually got rid of except by essentially emptying one's self of it into a book for once trapped in a book then the book can be put into the fire and all will be well but they are not always put into the fire and this accounts for the vast majority of miserable books over those of positive merit nor will any thoroughly sincere man who is an author ever be rash in precisely defining the period when he has completely ridded himself of his rubbish and come to the latent gold in his mind it holds true in every case that the wiser a man is the more misgiving he has on certain points it is well enough known that the best productions of the best human intellects are generally regarded by those intellects as mere immature freshman exercises wholly worthless in themselves except as initiatives for entering the great university of god after death

certain it is that if any inferences can be drawn from observations of the familiar lives of men of the greatest mark their finest things those which become the foolish glory of the world are not only very poor and inconsiderable to themselves but often positively distasteful they would rather not have the book in the room in minds comparatively inferior as compared with the above these surmising considerations so sadden and unfit that they become careless of what they write go to their desks with discontent and only remain there victims to headache and pain in the back by the hard constraint of some social necessity equally paltry and despicable to them are the works thus composed born of unwillingness and the bill of the baker the rickety offspring of a parent careless of life-herher herself and reckless of the germ life she contains let not the short-sighted world for a moment imagine that any vanity lurks in such minds only hired to appear on the stage not voluntarily claiming the public attention their utmost life redness and glow is but rouge washed off in private with bitterest tears their laugh only rings because it is hollow and the answering laugh is no laughter to them there is nothing so slipperily alluring as sadness we become sad in the first place by having nothing stirring to do we continue in it because we have found a snug sofa at last even so it may possibly be that arrived at this quiet retrospective little episode in the career of my hero this shallowly expansive imbade tap

and z of my otherwise deep hetty hudson i too begin to loungingly expand and wax harmlessly sad and sentimental now what has been hitherto presented in reference to pierre concerning rubbish as in some cases the unavoidable first-fruits of genius is in no wise contradicted by the fact that the first published works of many meritorious authors have given mature token of genius for we do not know how many they previously published to the flames or privately published in their own brains and suppressed there as quickly and in the inferior instances of an immediate literary success in very young writers it will be almost invariably observable that for that instant success they were chiefly indebted to some rich and peculiar experience in life embodied in a book which because for that cause can containing original matter the author himself forsooth is to be considered original in this way many very original books being the product of very unoriginal minds indeed man has only to be but a little circumspect and away flies the last rag of his vanity the world is for ever babbling of originality but there never yet was an original man in the sense intended by the world the first man himself who according to the rabbins was also the first author not being an original the only original author being god had milton's been the lot of caspar hauser milton would have been vacant as he for though the naked soul of man doth assuredly contain one latent element of intellectual productiveness yet never was there a child born solely from one parent

the visible world of experience being that procreative thing which impregnates the muses self reciprocally efficient hermaphrodites being but a fable there is infinite nonsense in the world on all of these matters hence blame me not if i contribute my might it is impossible to talk or to write without apparently throwing oneself helplessly open the invulnerable knight wears his visor down still it is pleasant to chat for it passes the time ere we go to our beds and speech is farther incited when like strolling in provisators of italy we are paid for our breath and we are only too thankful when the gapes of the audience dismiss us with the few ducats we earn chapter two it may have been already inferred that the pecuni plans of pierre touching his independent means of support in the city were based upon his presumed literary capabilities for what else could he do he knew no profession no trade glad now perhaps might he have been if fate had made him a blacksmith and not a gentleman a glendinning and a genius but here he would have been unpardonably rash had he not already in some degree actually tested the fact in his own personal experience that it is not altogether impossible for a magazine contributor to juvenile american literature to receive a few pence in exchange for his such cases stand upon imperishable record and it were both folly and ingratitude to disown them but since the fine social position and noble patrimony of pierre had thus far rendered it altogether unnecessary

for him to earn the least farthing of his own in the world whether by hand or by brain it may seem desirable to explain a little here as we go we shall do so but always including the preamble sometimes every possible maxim or thought seems an old one yet it is among the elder of the things in that unaugmentable stock that never mind what one situation may be however prosperous and happy he will still be impatient of it he will still reach out of himself and beyond every present condition so while many a poor be inked galley slave toiling with the heavy oar of a quill to gain something wherewithal to stave off the cravings of nature and in his hours of morbid self-reproach regarding his paltry wages at all events as an unavoidable disgrace to him while this galley slave of letters would have leaped with delight reckless of the feeble seams of his pantaloons at the most distant prospect of inheriting the broad farms of saddle-mothers lord of an all-sufficing income and forever exempt from wearing on his hands those treacherous plague-spots of indigence that elicit blots from the ingstand pierre himself the undoubted an actual possessor of the things only longingly and hopelessly imagine by the other the then top of pierre's worldly ambition was the being able to boast that he had written such matters as publishers would pay something for in the way of a mere business transaction which they thought would prove profitable yet altogether weak and silly as this may seem in pierre let us preamilically examine a little further and see if it be so indeed

pierre was proud and a proud man proud with the sort of pride now meant ever holds but lightly those things however beneficent which he did not for himself procure were such pride carried out to its legitimate end the man would eat no bread the seeds were of he had not himself put into the soil not entirely without humiliation that even that seed must be borrowed from some previous planter a proud man likes to feel himself in himself and not by reflection in others he likes to be not only his own alpha and omega but to be distinctly all the intermediate gradations and then to slope off on his own spine either way into the endless impalpable ether what a glory it was then to pier when first in his two gentlemanly hands he jingled the wages of labor talk of drums and the fife the echo of coin of one's own earning is more inspiring than all the trumpets of sparta how disdainfully now he eyed the sumptuousness of his hereditary halls the hangings and the pictures and the bragging historic armorials and the banners of the glendinning renown confident that if need should come he would not be forced to turn resurrectionist and dig up his grandfather's indian chief grave for the ancestral sword and shield ignominiously to pawn them for a living he could live on himself oh twice blessed now in the feeling of practical capacity was pierre the mechanic the day laborer has but one way to live his body must provide for his body but not only could pierre in some sort do that he could do the other

and letting his body stay lazily at home send off his soul to labor and a soul would come faithfully back and pay his body her wages so some unprofessional gentleman of the aristocratic self who happen to own slaves give those slaves liberty to go and seek work and every night return with their rages which constitute those idle gentlemen's income both ambidexter and quadruple armed is that man who in a day-laborer's body possesses a day-laboring soul yet let not such an one be overconfident our god is a jealous god he wills not that any man should permanently possess the least shadow of his own self-sufficient attributes yoke the body to the soul and put both to the plough and the one or the other must in the end assuredly drop in the furrow keep then thy body effeminate for labor and thy soul laboriously robust or else thy soul effeminate for labor and thy body laboriously robust elect the two will not lastingly abide in one yoke thus over the most vigorous and soaring conceits doth the cloud of truth come stealing thus doth the shot even of a sixty-two pounder pointed upward light at last on the earth for strife we how we may we cannot overshoot the earth's orbit to receive the attractions of other planets earth's law of gravitation extends far beyond her own atmosphere in the operative opinion of this world he who is already fully provided with what is necessary for him that man shall have more while he who is deplorably destitute of the same he shall have taken away from him even that which he have

yet the world vows it is a very plain downright matter-of-fact plotting humane sort of world it is governed only by the simplest principles and scorns all ambiguities all transcendentals and all manner of juggling now some imaginatively heterodoxical men are often surprisingly twitted upon their wilful inverting of all common-sense notions they are absurd and all displacing transcendentals which say three is four and two and two make ten but if the eminent jugglerius himself ever advocated in mere words a doctrine one thousandth part so ridiculous and subvers of all practical sense as that doctrine which the world actually and eternally practices of giving unto him who already hath more than enough still more of the superfluous article and taking away from him who hath nothing at all even that which he hath then is the truest book in the world a lie wherefore we see that the so-called transcendentalists are not the only people who deal in transcendentals on the contrary we seem to see that the utilitarians the everyday worlds people themselves far transcend those inferior transcendentalists by their own incomprehensible worldly maxims and what is vastly more with the one party their transcendentals are but theoretic and inactive and therefore harmless whereas with the other they are actually clothed in living deeds the highly gravelling doctrine and practice of the world above-sighted had in some small degree been manifested in the case of pierre he prospectively possessed the fee of several hundred farms scattered over part of two adjoining counties

and now the proprietor of that popular periodical the gazelle magazine sent him several additional dollars for his sonnets that proprietor though in sooth he never read the sonnets but referred them to his professional adviser and were so ignorant that for a long time previous to the periodicals actually being started he insisted upon spelling the gazelle with a gie for the z as thus gagel maintaining that in the gazelle connection the z was a mere impostor and that the gee was soft for he was a judge of softness and could speak from experience that proprietor was undoubtedly a transcendentalist for did he not act upon the transcendental doctrine previous set forth now the dollars derived from his ditties these pierre had always invested in cigars so that the puffs which indirectly brought him his dollars were again returned but as perfumed puffs perfumed with the sweet leaf of havana so that this highly celebrated and world-renowned pierre the great author whose likeness the world had never seen for had he not repeatedly refused the world his likeness this famous poet's and philosopher author of the tropical summer a sonnet against whose very life several desperadoes were darkly plotting for had not the biographers sworn they would have it this towering celebrity there he would sit smoking and smoking mild and self-fustooned as a vapoury mountain it was very involuntarily and satisfactorily reciprocal his cigars were lighted in two ways lighted by the sale of his sonnets and lighted by the printed sonnets themselves for even at that early time in his authorial life pierre however vain of his fame was not at all proud of his paper

not only did he make alumets of his sonnets when published but was very careless about his discarded manuscripts they were to be found lying all round the house gave a great deal of trouble to the housemaids in sweeping went for kindlings to the fires and were for ever flitting out of the windows and under the door-sills into the faces of people passing the manorial mansion in this reckless indifferent way of his pierre himself was a sort of publisher it is true his more familiar admirers often earnestly remonstrated with him against this irreverence to the primitive vestments of his immortal productions saying that whatever had once felt the nib of his mighty pen was thenceforth sacred as the lips which had but once saluted the great toe of the pope but hardened as he was to these friendly censuring pierre never forbade that ardent appreciation of the tear who finding a small fragment of the original manuscript containing a dot tear over an i i esteemed the significant event providential and begged the distinguished favor of being permitted to have it for a brooch and ousted a cameo head of homer to replace it with the more invaluable gem he became inconsolable when being caught in a rain the dot tear disappeared from over the eye so that the strangeness and wonderfulness of the sonnet was still conspicuous in that though the least fragment of it would weep in a drought yet did it become all tearless in a shower but this indifferent and supercilious amateur deaf to the admiration of the world the enigmatically merry and renowned author of the tear the pride of the gazelle magazine

on whose flaunting cover his name figured at the head of all contributors no small men either for their lives had all been fraternally written by each other and they had clubbed and had their likenesses all taken by the aggregate job and published on paper all bought at one shop this high prestige pier whose future popularity and voluminousness had become so startlingly announced by what he had already written that certain speculators came to the meadows to sort of survey its water-power if any with a view to start a paper-mill expressly for the great author and so monopolize his stationary dealings this vast being spoken of with awe by all merely youthful aspirants for fame this age neutralizing pierre before whom an old gentleman of sixty-five formerly librarian to congress on being introduced to him at the magazine publishers devoutly took off his hat and kept it so and remained standing though pierre was socially seated with his hat on this wonderful disdainful genius but only life amateurs yet is now soon to appear in a far different guise he shall not learn and very bitterly learn that though the world worship mediocrity and commonplace yet hath it fire and sword for all co-temporary grandeur that though it swears that it fiercely assails all hypocrisy yet hath it not always an ear for earnestness and though this state of things united with ever multiplying freshest of new books seems inevitably to point to a coming time when the mass of humanity reduced to one level of dotich authors shall be scarce as alchemists are to-day and the printing press be reckoned a small invention yet even now in the foretaste of this let us hug ourselves o my aurelian that though the age of authors be passing the hours of earnestness shall remain

end of book eighteen book nineteen of fierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this libravox recording is in the public domain the church of the apostles chapter one in the lower old-fashioned part of the city in a narrow street almost a lane once filled with demure-looking dwellings but now chiefly with immense lofty warehouses of foreign importers and not far from the corner where the lane intersected with a very considerable but contracted thoroughfare for merchants and their clerks and their carmen and porters stood at this period a rather singular and ancient edifice a relic of the more primitive time the material was a greyish stone rudely cut and masoned into walls of surprising thickness and strength along two of which walls the side ones were distributed as many rows of arched and stately windows a capacious square and wholly unornamented tower rose in front to twice the height of the body of the church three sides of this tower were pierced and pierced with small and narrow apertures thus far in its external aspect the building now more than a century old sufficiently attested for what purpose it had originally been founded in its rear was a large and lofty plain brick structure with its front to the rearward street but its back presented to the back of the church leaving a small small

small flagged and quadrangular vacancy between at the sides of this quadrangle three stories of homely brick colonnades afforded covered communication between the ancient church and its less elderly adjunct a dismantled rusted and forlorn old railing of iron fencing in a small courtyard in front of the rear-worked and the rear-worded building seemed to hint that the latter had usurped an unoccupied space formerly sacred as the old church's burial enclosure such a fancy would have been entirely true built when that part of the city was devoted to private residences and not to warehouses and offices as now the old church of the apostles had had its days of sanctification and grace but the tide of change and progress had rolled clean through its broad aisle and side aisles and swept by far the greater part of its congregation two or three miles up town some stubborn and elderly old merchants and accountants lingered awhile among its dusty pews listening to the exhortations of a faithful old pastor who sticking to his post in this flight of his congregation still propped his half- palsy form in the worm-eaten pulpit and occasionally pounded though now with less vigorous hand the moth-eaten covering of its desk but it came to pass that this good old clergyman died and when the grey-headed and bald-headed remaining merchants and accountants and accountants

followed his coffin out of the broad aisle to see it reverently interred then that was the last time that ever the old edifice witnessed the departure of a regular worshipping assembly from its walls the venerable merchants and accountants held a meeting at which it was finally decided that hard and unwelcome as the necessity might be yet it was now no use to disguise the fact that the building could no longer be efficiently devoted to its primitive purpose it must be divided into stores cut into offices and given for a roost to the gregarious this intention was executed even to the making offices high up in the tower and so well did the thing succeed that ultimately the churchyard was invaded for a supplemental edifice likewise to be promiscuously rented to the legal crowd but this new building very much exceeded the body of the church in height it was some seven stories a fearful pile of tidesides a high of titanic bricks lifting its tiled roof almost to a level with the top of the sacred tower in this ambitious erection the proprietors went a few steps or rather a few stories too far for as people would seldom willingly fall into legal altercations unless the lawyers were always very handy to help them so it is ever an object with lawyers to have their offices as convenient as feasible to the street on the ground floor if possible without a single acclivity of a step

but at any rate not in the seventh story of any house where their clients might be deterred from employing them at all if they were compelled to mount seven long flights of stairs one over the other with very brief landings in order even to pay their preliminary retaining fees so from some time after its throwing open the upper stories of the less ancient attached edifice remained almost wholly without occupants and by the forlorn echoes of their vacuities right over the head of the business thriving legal gentlemen below must to some few of them at least have suggested unwelcome similitudes having reference to the crowded state of their basement pockets as compared with the melancholy condition of their attics alas full purses and empty heads this dreary posture of affairs however was at last much altered for the better by the gradual filling up of the vacant chambers on high by scores of those miscellaneous bread and cheese adventurers and ambiguously professional nondescripts in very genteel but shabby black and unaccountable foreign-looking fellows in blue spectacles who previously issuing from unknown parts of the world like storks in holland light on the eaves and in the attics of lofty old buildings in most large seaport towns here they sit and talk like magpie or descending in quest of improbable dinners are to be seen drawn up along the curb in front of the eating-houses like lean rows of broken-hearted pelicans on a beach

their pockets loose hanging down and flabby like the pelican's pouches when fish are hard to be caught but these poor penniless devils still strive to make ample amends for their physical forlornness by resolutely reveling in the region of blissful ideals they are mostly artists of various sorts painters or sculptors or indigent students or teachers of languages or poets or fugitive french politicians or german philosophers their mental tendencies however heterodox at times are still very fine and spiritual upon the whole since the vacuity of their exchequers leads them to reject the coarse materialism of hobbes and inclined to the airy exultations of the berkeleyan philosophy often groping in vain in their pockets they cannot but give in to the d'ecartian vortices while the abundance of leisure in their attics physical and figurative unite with the leisure in their stomachs to fit them in an eminent degree for that undivided attention indispensable to the proper digesting of the sublimated categories of kant especially as cot is the one great palpable fact in their pervadingly impalpable lives these are the glorious paupers from whom i learn the profoundest mysteries of things since their very existence in the midst of such a terrible precariousness of the commonest means of support affords a problem on which many speculative nutcrackers have been vainly employed

yet let me here offer up three locks of my hair to the memory of all such glorious paupers who have lived and died in this world surely and truly i honour them noble men often at bottom and for that very reason i make bold to be gamesome about for where fundamental nobleness is and fundamental honours do merriment is never accounted irreverent the fools and pretenders of humanity and the impostors and baboons among the gods these only are offended with raillery since both those gods and men whose titles to eminence are secure seldom worry themselves about the seditious gossip of old apple women and the sky-larkings of funny little boys in the street when the substance is gone men cling to the shadow places once set apart to lofty purposes still retain the name of that loftiness even when converted to the meanest uses it would seem as if forced by imperative fate to renounce the reality of the romantic and lofty the people of the present would fain make a compromise by retaining some purely imaginative remainder the curious effects of this tendency is often as devinced in those venerable countries of the old transatlantic world where still over the tim's one bridge yet retained the monastic tide of black friars though not a single black friar but many a pickpocket has stood on that bank since a good ways beyond the days of queen bess where still innumerable other historic anomalies sweetly and sadly remind the present man of the wonderful procession that preceded him in his new generation nor though the comparative recentness of our own foundation upon these columbians

shores excludes any considerable participation in these attractive anomalies yet are we not altogether in our more elderly towns wholly without some touch of them here and there it was thus with the ancient church of the apostles better known even in its primitive day under the abbreviative of the apostles which though now converted from its original purpose to one so widely contrasting yet still retained its majestical name the lawyer or artist tenanting its chambers whether in the new building or the old when asked where he was to be found invariably replied at the apostles but because now at last in the course of the inevitable transplantations of the more notable localities of the various professions in a thriving and amplifying town the venerable spot offered not to such inducements as before to the legal gentleman and as the strange nondescript adventurers and artists and indigent philosophers of all sorts crowded in as fast as the others left therefore in reference to the metaphysical strangeness of these curious inhabitants and owing in some sort to the circumstance that several of them were well-known teleological theorists and social reformers and political propagandists of all manner of heterodoxical tenets therefore i say and partly peradventure from some slight waggishness in the public the immemorial popular name of the ancient church itself was participatingly transferred to the dwellers therein so it came to pass that in the general fashion of the day he who had chambers in the old church was familiarly stalled an apostle

but as every effect is but the cause of another and a subsequent one so it now happened that finding themselves thus clannishly and not altogether infelicitously entitled the occupants of the venerable church began to come together out of their various dens in more social communion attracted toward each other by a title common to all by and by from this they went further and insensibly at last became organized in a peculiar society which though exceedingly inconspicuous and hardly perceptible in its public demonstrations was still secretly suspected to have some mysterious ulterior object vaguely connected with the absolute overturning of church and state and the hasty and premature advance of some unknown great political and religious millennium still though some zealous conservatives and devotees of morals several times left warning at the police office to keep a wary eye on the old church and though indeed sometimes an officer would look up inquiringly at the suspicious narrow window slits in the lofty tower yet to say the truth was the place to all appearance a very quiet and decorous one and its occupants a company of harmless people whose greatest reproach was effervescent coats and crack-crowned hats all potting in the sun though in the middle of the day many bales and boxes would be trundled along the stores in front of the apostles and along its critically narrow sidewalk the merchants would now and then hurry to meet their checks ere the bank should close yet the street being mostly devoted to mere warehousing purposes and not used as a general thoroughfare it was at all times a rather secluded and silent place

but from an hour or two before sundown to ten or eleven o'clock the next morning it was remarkably silent and depopulated except by the apostles themselves while every sunday it presented an aspect of surprising and startling quiet essence showing nothing but one long vista of six or seven stories of inexorable iron shutters on both sides of the way it was pretty much the same with the other street which as before said intersected with the warehousing lane not very far from the apostles for though that street was indeed a different one from the latter being full of cheap refectories for clerks foreign restaurants and other places of commercial resort yet the only hum in it was restricted to business hours by night it was deserted of every occupant but the lamp-posts and on sunday to walk through it was like walking through an avenue of sphinxes such then was the present condition of the ancient church of the apostles buzzing with a few lingering equivocal lawyers in the basement and populace with all sorts of poets painters paupers and philosophers above a mysterious professor of the flute was perched in one of the upper stories of the tower and often of silent moonlight nights his lofty melodious notes would be warbled forth over the roofs of the ten thousand warehouses around him as of yore the bell had pealed over the domestic gables of a long-departed generation chapter two on the third night following the arrival of the party in the city pierre sat at twilight by a lofty window in the rear-bed building of the apostles the chamber was meager even to meanness no carpet on the floor no picture on the wall nothing but a low long and very curious-looking single bedstead that might possibly serve for an indigent bachelor's palette

a large blue chintz covered chest a rickety rheumatic and most ancient mahogany chair and a wide board of the toughest live oak about six feet long laid upon two upright empty flour barrels and loaded with a large bottle of ink an unfastened bundle of quills a penknife a folder and a still unbound ream of foolscap paper significantly stamped ruled blue there on the third night at twilight sat pierre by that lofty window of a beggarly room in the rear building of the apostles he was entirely idle apparently there was nothing in his hands but there might have been something on his heart now and then he fixedly gazes at the curious-looking rusty old bedstead it seemed powerfully symbolical to him and most symbolical it was for it was the ancient dismemorable and it was the ancient dismemberable and it was the ancient dismemorable and and portable camp bedstead of his grandfather the defiant defender of the fort the valiant captain in many an unsuccoming campaign on that very camp bedstead there beneath his tent on the field the glorious old mild-eyed and warrior-hearted general had slept and but waked to buckle his knight-making sword by his side for it was noble knighthood to be slain by rannpierre in the other world his foe's ghosts bragged of the hand that had given them their passports but has that hard bed of war descended for an inheritance to the soft body of peace in the peaceful time of full barns and when the noise of the peaceful flail is abroad and the hum of peaceful commerce resounds is the grandson of two generals a warrior too not for naught in the time of this seeming peace are warrior grandsires given to pierre for pierre is a warrior too life his campaign and three fierce allies woe and scorn and want his foes

the wide world is banded against him for lo you he holds up the standard of right and swears by the eternal and true but ah pierre pierre when thou goest to that bed how humbling the thought that thy most extended length measures not the proud six feet four of thy grand john of gaunt sire the stature of the warrior is cut down to the dwindled glory of the fight for more glorious in real tented field to strike down your valiant foe than in the conflicts of a noble soul with a dastardly world to chase a vile enemy who ne'er will show front there then on the third night at twilight by the lofty window of that beggarly room sat pierre in the rear building of the apostles he is gazing out from the window now but except the donjon form of the old gray tower seemingly there is nothing to see but a wilderness of tiles slate shingles and tin the desolate hanging wildernesses of tiles slates shingles and tin wherewith we modern babylonians replace the fair hanging gardens of the fine old asiatic times when the excellent nebuchadnezzar was king there he sits a strange exotic transplanted from the delectable alcoves of the old manorial mansion to take root in this niggered soil no more do the sweet purple airs of the hills round about the green fields of saddle meadows come revivingly wafted to his cheek like a flower he feels the change his bloom is gone from his cheek his cheek is wilted and pale from the lofty window of that beggarly room what is it that pierre is so intently eyeing there is no street at his feet like a profound black gulf the open area

of the quadrangle gapes beneath him but across it and at the further end of the steep roof of the ancient church there looms the gray and grand old tower emblem to pierre of an unshakable fortitude which deep-rooted in the heart of the earth defied all the howls of the air there is a door in pierre's room opposite the window of pierre and now a soft knock is heard in that direction accompanied by gentle words asking whether the speaker might enter yes always sweet isabel answer pierre rising and approaching the door here let us drag out the old camp-bed for a sofa come sit down my sister and let us fancy ourselves anywhere thou wilt then my brother let us fancy ourselves in realms of everlasting twilight and peace where no bright sun shall rise because the black night is always its follower twilight in peace my brother twilight in peace it is twilight now my sister and surely this part of the city at least seems still twilight now but night soon then a brief sun and then another long night peace now but sleep in nothingness soon and then hard work for thee my brother till the sweet twilight come again let us light a candle my sister the evening is deepening for what light a candle dear pierre sit close to me my brother he moved nearer to her and stole one arm around her her sweet head leaned against his eyes breast each felt the others throbbing oh my dear pierre why should we always be longing for peace and then be impatient of peace when it comes tell me my brother not two hours ago thou wert wishing for twilight and now thou wantest a candle to her the twilight's last lingering away but pierre did not seem to hear her his arm embraced her tighter his whole frame was invisibly trembling then suddenly in a low tone of wonderful intensity he breathed isabel isabel

she caught one arm around him as his was around herself the tremor ran from him to her both sat down he rose and paced the room well pierre thou camest and here to arrange thy matters thou saidst now what hast thou done come we will light a candle now the candle was lighted and their talk went on how about the papers my brother dost thou find everything right hast thou decided upon what to publish first while thou art writing the new thing thou didst hint of look at that chest my sister seeest thou not that the cords are yet untied then thou hast not been into it at all as yet not at all isabel in ten days i have lived ten thousand years foreworn now of the rubbish in that chest i cannot summon the heart to open it trash dross dirt pierre pierre what change is this didst thou not tell me ere we came hither that thy chest not only contained some silver and gold but likewise far more precious things readily convertible into silver and gold ah pierre thou did swear we had not to fear if i have ever willingly deceived the isabel may the high gods prove benedict arnold's to me and go over to the devils to reinforce them against me but to ever willingly deceive the isabel but to ever willingly deceive thee isabel's to me and go over to the devils to reinforce them against me but to to have ignorantly deceived myself and thee together isabel that is a very different thing oh what a vile jugger and cheat is man isabel in that chest are things which in the hour of composition i thought the very heavens looked in from the windows in astonishment at their beauty and power then afterward when days cool me down and again i took them up and scanned them some underlying suspicions intruded but when in the open air i recall the fresh unwritten images of the bunglingly written things then i felt buoyant and triumphant again as if by that act of ideal recalling i had forsooth transferred the perfect ideal to the miserable written attempt at embodying it

this mood remained so that afterward how i talked to thee about the wonderful things i had done the gold and the silver mine i had long before sprung for thee and for me who never were to come to want and body or mind yet all this time there was the latent suspicion of folly but i would not admit it i shut my soul's door in its face yet now the ten thousand universal revelings brand me on the forehead with fool and like protested notes at the bankers all those written things of mine are jaggingly cut through and through with the protesting hammer of truth oh i am sick sick sick that the arms that never were filled but by thee lure thee back again pierre to the peace of the twilight even though it be of the dimmest she blew out the light and made pierre sit down by her and their hands were placed in each others say are not thy torments now gone my brother but replaced by by by o god isabel unhand me cried pierre starting up ye heavens that have hidden yourselves in the black hood of the night i call to ye if to follow virtue to her uttermost vista where common souls never go if by that i take hold on hell and the uttermost virtue after all prove but a betraying pander through the monstrousest vice then close in and crush me ye stony wall and into one golf let all things tumble together my brother this is some incomprehensible raving pealed isabel throwing both arms around him my brother my brother hark thee to thy furthest inland soul thrill pierre in a steeled and quivering voice call me brother no more how knowest thou i am thy brother did thy mother tell thee did my father say so to me i am pierre and thou isabel

wide brother and sister in the common humanity no more for the rest let the gods look after their own combustibles if they have put powder casks in me let them look to it let them look to it ah now i catch glimpses and seem to half see somehow that the uttermost ideal of moral perfection in man is white of the mark the demigods trample on trash and virtue and vice or trash isabel i will write such things i will gospelize the world anew and show them deeper secrets than the apocalypse i will write it i will write it pierre i am a poor girl born in the midst of a mystery bred in mystery and still surviving to mystery so mysterious myself the air and the earth are unutterable to me no word have i to express them but these are the circumambient mysteries thy words thy thoughts open other wonder worlds to me whither by myself i might fear to go but trust to me pierre with thee with thee i would boldly swim a starless sea and be boy to thee there when thou the strong swimmer shouldst faint thou pierre speakest of virtue and vice life secluded isabel knows neither the one nor the other but by hearsay what are they in their real selves pierre tell me first what is virtue begin if on that point the gods are dumb shall a pigmy speak ask the heir then virtue is nothing not that then vice look a nothing is the substance it casts one shadow one way and another the other way and these two shadows cast from one nothing these seems to me are virtue and vice then why torment thyself so dearest pierre it is the law what

that a nothing should torment a nothing for i am a nothing it is all a dream we dream that we dream we dream we dream pierre when thou just hovered on the verge thou wert a riddle to me but now that thou art deep down in the gulf of the soul now when thou wouldst be lunatic to wise men perhaps now doth poor ignorant isabel begin to comprehend thee thy feeling hath long been mine pierre long loneliness and anguish have opened miracles to me yes it is all a dream swiftly he caught her in his arms from nothing proceeds nothing isabel how can one sin in a dream first what is sin pierre another name for the other name isabel for virtue pierre no for vice let us sit down again my brother i am pierre let us sit down again pierre sit close thy arm and so on the third night when the twilight was gone and no lamp was lit within the lofty window of that baggily room sat pierre and isabel hushed in the book nineteen book twenty of pierre for the ambiguities by hermann melville this libravox recording is in the public domain charlie millthorpe chapter one pierre had been induced to take chambers at the apostles by one of the apostles themselves an old acquaintance of his and a native of saddle meadow millthorpe was the son of a very respectable farmer now dead of more than common intelligence and whose bowed shoulders and homely garb had still been surmounted by a head fit for a greek philosopher

and features so fine and regular that they would have well-graced an opulent gentleman the political and social levellings and confoundings of all manner of human elements in america produce many striking individual anomalies unknown in other lands pierre well remembered old farmer milthorpe the handsome melancholy calm-tempered mute old man in whose countenance refinedly ennobled by nature and yet coarsely tanned and attenuated by many a prolonged day's work in the harvest rusticity and classicalness were strangely united the delicate profile of his face bespoke the loftiest aristocracy his knobbed in bony hands resembled to beggars though for several generations the millthorps had lived on the glendinning lands they loosely and unostentatiously trace their origin to an emigrating english knight who had crossed the sea in the time of the elder charles but that indigence which had prompted the knight to forsake his but that indigence which had prompted the knight to forsake his courtly country for the howling wilderness was the only remaining hereditimate left to his bedwindled descendants in the fourth and fifth remove at the time that pierre first recollected this interesting man he had a year or two previous abandoned an ample farm on account of absolute inability to meet the manorial rent and was become the occupant of a very poor and contracted little place on which was a small and half-ruinous house there he then harbored with his wife a very gentle and retiring person his three little daughters and his only son

a lad of pierre's own age the hereditary beauty and youthful bloom of this boy his sweetness of temper and something of natural refinement as contrasted with the unrelieved rudeness and oftentimes sordidness of his neighbours these things had early attracted the sympathetic spontaneous friendliness of pierre they were often wont to take their boyish rambles together and even the severely critical mrs glendinning always fastidously cautious as to the companions of pier had never objected to his intimacy with so prepossessing and handsome a rustic as charles boys are often very swiftly acute in forming a judgment on character the lads had not long companion ere pier concluded that however fine his face and sweet his temper young milthorpe was but little vigorous in mind besides possessing a certain constitutional sophomore presumption and egotism which however having nothing to feed on but his father's meal and potatoes and his own essentially timid and humane disposition merely presented an amusing and harmless though incurable anomalous feature in his character not at all impairing the good-will and companionableness of pierre for even in his boyhood pierre possessed a sterling charity which could cheerfully overlook all minor blemishes in his inferiors whether in fortune or mind content and glad to embrace the good whenever presented or with whatever conjoined so in youth do we unconsciously act upon those peculiar principles which in conscious and verbalized maxims shall systematically regulate our maturer lives a fact which forcibly illustrates the necessitarian dependence of our lives and their subordination not to ourselves but to fate

if the grown man of tastes possessed not only some eye to detect a picturesque in the natural landscape so also has he as keen a perception of what may not unfitly be here styled the povertec in the social landscape to such an one not more picturesquely conspicuous is the dismantled fetch in a painted cottage of gainsborough than the time tangled and want thinned locks of a beggar poverterter terexly diversifying those snug little cabinet pictures of the world which exquisitely varnished and framed are hung up in the drawing-room minds of humane men of taste and amiable philosophers of either the compensation or optimist school they deny that any misery is in the world except for the purpose of throwing the fine poverteresque element into its general picture go to god hath deposited cash in the bank subject to our gentlemanly order. He hath bounteously blessed the world with a summer carpet of green. Begone Heraclitus, the lamentations of the rain are but to make us our rainbows. Not that in equivocal reference to the Povertyresque old farmer Milthorpe,

Pierre is here intended to be hinted at. Still man cannot wholly escape his surroundings. Unconsciously, Mrs. Glendinning had always been one of these curiously. curious optimists and in his boyish life pierre had not wholly escaped the maternal contagion yet often in calling at the old farmers for charles of some early winter mornings and meeting the painfully embarrassed thin feeble features of mrs milthor and the sadly inquisitive and hopelessly half-envious glances of the three little girls and standing on the threshold pierre would catch low aged life-weary groans from a recess out of sight from the dirt then would pierre have some boyish inklings of something else than the pure povertiresque in poverty some inklings of what it might be to be old and poor and worn and rheumatic with shivering death drawing nigh and present life itself but a dull and a chill some inklings of what it might be for him who in youth had vivaciously leaped from his bed impatient to meet the earliest son and lose no sweet drop of his life now hating the beam see what he once so dearly loved turning round in his bed to the wall to avoid them and still postponing the foot which should bring him back to the dismal day when the sun is not gold but copper and the sky is not blue but grey

and the blood like wrennish wine too long unquaffed by death grows thin and sour in the veins pierre had not forgotten that the augmented penury of the millthorps was at the time we now retrospectively treat of gravely by the gossiping frequenters of the black swan inn to certain insinuated moral derelictions of the farmer the old man tipped his elbow too often once set in pierre's hearing an old bottlednecked fellow performing the identical same act with a half-empted glass in his hand but though the form of old milthorpe was broke and his countenance however sad and thin betrayed no slightest sign of the sot either path or present he never was publicly known to frequent the inn and seldom quitted the few acres he cultivated with his son and though alas indigent enough yet was he most punctually honest in paying his little debts of shillings and pence for his groceries and though heaven knows he had plenty of occasion for all the money he could possibly earn yet pierre remembered that when one autumn a hog was bought of him for the servants hall at the mansion the old man never called for his money till the midwinter following and then as with trembling fingers he eagerly clutched the silver he unsteadily said i have no use for it now it might just as well have stood over it was then that chancing to overhear this mrs glendinning had looked at the old man with a kindly and benignantly interested eye to the povertireesque and murmured ah the old english knight is not yet out of his blood bravo old man one day in pierre's sight nine silent figures emerged from the door of old milthorpe a coffin was put into a neighbor's farm wagon and a procession some thirty feet long including the elongated pole and box of the wagon

wound along saddle meadows to a hill where at last old milthorpe was laid down in a bed where the rising sun should affront him no more o softest and daintiest of holland linen is the motherly earth there beneath a sublime tester of the infinite sky like emperors and kings sleep in grand state the beggars and paupers of earth i joy that death is this democrat and hopeless of all other real and permanent democracy still hug the thought that though in life some heads are crowned with gold and some bound round with thorns yet chisel them how they will headstones all all alike this somewhat particular account of the father of young milthorpe will better set forth the less immature condition and character of the son on whom had now descended the maintenance of his mother and sisters but though the son of a farmer charles was peculiarly averse to hard labor it was not impossible that by resolute hard labor he might eventually have succeeded in placing his family in a far more comfortable situation than he had ever remembered them but it was not so faded the benevolent state had in its great wisdom decreed otherwise in the village of saddle meadows there was an institution half common school and half academy but mainly supported by a general ordinance and financial provision of the government here not only were the rudiments of an english education taught but likewise some touch of belle and composition and that great american bulwark and bore elocution on the high-raised stage platform of the saddle meadows academy the sons of the most indigent day laborers were wont to draw out the fiery revolutionary rhetoric of patrick henry or

or gesticulate impetuously through the soft cadences of drake's culprit fay what wonder then that of saturdays when there was no elocution of poesy these boys should grow melancholy and disdainful over the heavy plodding handles of dun forks and hose at the age of fifteen the ambition of charles milthorpe was to be either an orator or a poet at any rate a great genius of one sort or other he recalled the ancestral knight and indignantly spurned the plough detecting in him the first germ of this inclination old milthorpe had very seriously reasoned with his son warning him against the evils of his vagrant ambition ambition of that sort was either for undoubted genius rich boys or poor boys standing entirely alone in the world with no one relying upon them charles had better consider the case his father was old and infirm he could not last very long he had nothing to leave behind him but his plough and his hoe his mother was sickly his sister's pale and delicate and finally life was a fact and the winters in that part of the country exceedingly bitter and long seven months out of the twelve the pastures bore nothing and all cattle must be fed in the barns but charles was a boy advice often seems the most wantonly wasted of all human breath man will not take wisdom on trust may be it is well for such wisdom is worthless we must find the true gem for ourselves and so we go groping and groping for many and many a day yet was charles milthorpe as affectionate and dutiful a boy as ever boasted of his brain and knew not that he possessed a far more excellent and angelical thing in the possession of a generous heart his father died to his family he resolved to be a second father and a careful provider now but not by hard toil of his hand but by gentler practices of his mind

already he had read many books history poetry romance essays and all the manorial bookshelves had often been honoured by his visits and pierre had kindly been his librarian not to lengthen the tale at the age of seventeen charles sold the horse the cow the pig the plough the hoe and almost every movable thing on the premises and converting all into cash departed with his mother and sisters for the city chiefly basing his expectations of success on some vague representations of an apothecary relative there resident how he and his mother and sisters battled it out how they pined and half-star for a while how they took in sewing and charles took in copying and all but scantily suffice for a livelihood all this may be easily imagined but some mysterious latent good-will of fate toward him had not only thus far kept charles from the poor house but had really advanced his fortunes in a degree at any rate that certain harmless presumption and innocent egotism which have been previously adverted to as sharing in his general character these had by no means retarded him for it is often to be observed of the shallower men that they are the very last to despond it is the glory of the blatter that nothing can sink it it is the reproach of a box of treasure that once overboard it must down chapter two when arrived in the city and discovering the heartless neglect of glen pierre looking about him for whom to apply to in the strait bethought him of his old boy companion charlie and went out to seek him and found him at last he saw before him a tall well-grown but rather thin and pale yet strikingly handsome young man of two-and-twenty occupying a small dusty law office on the third floor of the older building

of the apostles, assuming to be doing a very large and hourly increasing business among empty pigeonholes and directly under the eye of an unopened bottle of ink, his mother and sisters dwelling in a chamber overhead, and himself not only following the law for a corporeal living, but likewise interlinked with the peculiar secret theological, political, social schemes of the Masonic order of the seedy-co-coated apostles, and pursuing some crude transcendental philosophy for both a contributory means of support as well as for his complete intellectual element pierre was at first somewhat startled by his exceedingly frank and familiar manner all old manorial deference for pierre was clean gone and departed though at the first shock of their encounter charlie could not possibly have known that pierre was cast off ha pierre glad to see you my boy hark ye next month i am to deliver an address before the omega order of the apostles the grand master

plin lemon will be there i've heard on the best authority that he once said of me that youth has the primitive categories in him he is destined to astonish the world why lad i have received propositions from the editors of the spinosa ist to contribute a weekly column to their paper and you know how very few can understand the spinosa ist nothing is admitted there but the ultimate transcendentals hark now in your ear i think of throwing off the apostolic disguise and coming boldly out pierre i think of stumping the state and preaching our philosophy to the masses when did you arrive in town spite of all his tribulations pierre could not restrain a smile at this highly diverting reception but well knowing the youth he did not conclude from this audacious burst of enthusiastic egotism that his heart had it all corroded for egotism is one thing and selfishness another no sooner did pierre intimate his condition to him than immediately charlie was all earnest and practical kindness recommended the apostles as the best possible lodgment for him cheap snug and convenient to most public places he offered to procure a cart and see himself to the transport of pierre's luggage but finally thought it best to mount the stairs and show him the vacant rooms but when these at last were decided upon and charlie all cheerfulness and alacrity started with pierre for the hotel to assist him in the removal grasping his arm the moment they emerged from the great arch door under the tower of the apostles he instantly launched into his amusing heroics and continued the strain till the trunks were fairly in sight lord my law business overwhelms me i must drive away some of my clients i must have my exercise

and this ever-growing business denies it to me besides i owe something to the sublime cause of the general humanity i must display some of my briefs from my metaphysical treatises i cannot waste all my oil over bonds and mortgages you said you were married i think but without stopping for any reply he rattled on while i suppose it is wise after all it settles centralizes and confirms a man i have heard no i didn't it is a random thought of my own that yes it makes the world definite to him it removes his morbid subjectiveness and makes all things objective nine small children for instance may be considered objective marriage eh a fine thing no doubt no doubt domestic pretty nice all round but i owe something to the world my boy by marriage i might contribute to the population of men but not to the senses of mind the great men are all bachelors you know their family is the universe i should say the planet saturn was their elder son and pluto their uncle so you are married but again reckless of answers charlie went on pierre a thought my boy a thought for you you do not say it but you hint of a low purse now i shall help you to fill it stump the state on the kantian philosophy a dollar ahead my boy pass round your beaver and you'll get it i have every confidence in the peasant and magnanimousness of the people pierre hearken your ear it's my opinion the world is all wrong hissed i say an entire mistake society demands an avatar are courteous my boy to leap into the fiery gulf and by perishing himself save the whole empire of men pierre i've long renounced the allurements of life and fashion look at my coat and see how i sprung them pierre but stop have you ever a shilling let's take a cold cut here it's a cheap place i go

here sometimes come let's end end of book twenty book twenty one of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this livervox recording is in the public domain pierre immaturely attempts a mature work tidings from the meadows plin lemon chapter one we are now to behold pierre permanently lodged in three lofty adjoining chambers of the apostles and passing on a little further in time and overlooking the hundred and one domestic details of how their internal arrangements were finally put into steady working order how poor delhi now giving over the sharper pangs of her grief found in the lighter occupations of a handmaid and familiar companion to isabel the only practical relief from the memories of her miserable past how isabel herself in the otherwise occupied hours of pierre passed some of her time in mastering the chiro-graphical incoherencies of his manuscripts with a view to eventually copying them out in a legible hand for the printer or went below stairs to the rooms of the millthorps and in the modest and amiable society of the three young ladies and their excellent mother found some little solace for the absence of pierre or when his day's work was done sat by him in the twilight and played her mystic guitar till pierre felt chapter after chapter born of its wondrous suggestiveness but alas eternally incapable of being translated into words for where the deepest words end there music begins with its super-sensuous and all-confounding intimations

disowning now all previous exertions of his mind and burning in scorn even those fine fruits of a cared-free fancy which written at saddle meadows in the sweet legendary time of lucy and her love he had jealously kept from the publishers as to true and good to be published renouncing all his foregone self pierre was now engaged in a comprehensive compacted work to whose speedy completion to tremendous motives unitedly impelled the burning desire to deliver what he thought to be new or at least miserably neglected truth to the world and the prospective menace of being absolutely penniless unless by the sale of his book he could realize money swayed to universality of thought by the widely explosive mental tendencies of the profound events which had lately befallen him and the unprecedented situation in which he now found himself and perceiving by presentiment that most grand productions of the best human intellects ever are built round a circle as a tolls that is the primitive coral islets which raising themselves in the depths of profound seas rise funnel-like to the surface and present there a hoop of white rock which though on the outside everywhere lashed by the ocean yet excludes all tempests from the quiet lagoon within digestively including the whole range of all that can be known or dreamed pierre was resolved to give the world a book which the world should hail with surprise and delight a buried scope of reading little suspected by his friends and randomly acquired by a random but lynx-eyed mind in the course of the multifarious incidental bibliographic

encounterings of almost any civilized young inquirer after truth this poured one considerable contributary stream into that bottomless spring of original thought which the occasion and time had caused to burst out in himself now he congratulated himself upon all his cursory acquisitions of this sort ignorant that in reality to a mind bent on producing some thoughtful thing of absolute truth all mere reading is apt to prove but an obstacle hard to overcome and not an accelerator helpingly pushing him along while pierre was thinking that he was entirely transplanted into a new and wonderful element of beauty and power he was in fact but in one of the stages of the transition that ultimate element once fairly gained than books no more are needed for boys to our souls our own strong limbs support us and we float over all bottomlessnesses with a jeering impunity he did not see or if he did he could not yet name the true cause for it that already in the incipiency of his work the heavy unmalleable element of mere book knowledge would not congenially weld with the wide fluidness and ethereal airiness of spontaneous creative thought he would climb parnassus with a pile of folios on his back he did not see that it was nothing at all to him what other men had written that though plato was indeed a transcendently great man in himself yet plato must not be transcendently great to him pierre so long as he pierre himself would also do something transcendently great

he did not see that there is no such thing as a standard for the creative spirit that no one great book must ever be separately regarded and permitted to domineer with its own uniqueness upon the creative mind but that all existing great works must be federated in the fancy and so regarded as a miscellaneous and pantheistic whole and then without it all dictating to his own mind or unduly biasing it anyway thus combined they would prove simply an exhilarative and provocative to him he did not see that even when thus combined all was but one small might compared to the latent infiniteness and inexhaustibility in himself that all the great books in the world are but the mutilated shadowings forth of invisible and eternally unembodied images in the soul, so that they are but the mirrors, distortedly reflecting to us our own things, and never mind what the mirror may be, if we would see the object, we must look at the object itself, and not at its reflection. But as to the resolute traveller in Switzerland, the Alps do never in one wide and comprehensive

sweep instantaneously reveal their full awfulness of amplitude, their overawing, extent of peak crowded on peak and spur sloping on spur and chain jammed behind chain and all their wonderful battalionings of might so hath heaven wisely ordained that on first entering into the switzerland of his soul man shall not at once perceive its tremendous immensity lest illy prepared for such an encounter his spirit should sink and perish in the lowermost snows only by judicious degrees appointed of god does man come at last to gain his mont blanc and take an overtopping view of these alps and even then the tithe is not shown and far over the invisible atlantic the rocky mountains and the andes are yet unbeheld appalling is the soul of a man better might one be pushed off into the material spaces beyond the uttermost orbit of our sun than once feel himself fairly afloat in himself but not now to consider these ulterior things pierre though strangely and very newly alive to many before unregarded wonders in the general world still had he not as yet procured for himself that enchanter's wand of the soul which but touching the humblest experiences in one's life straightway it starts up all eyes in every one of which are endless significacies not yet had he dropped his angle into the well of his childhood to find what fish might be there for who dreams to find fish in a well

the running stream of the outer world there doubtless swim the golden perch and the pickerel ten million things were as yet uncovered to pierre the old mummy lies buried in cloth on cloth it takes time to unwrap this egyptian king yet now forsooth because pierre began to see through the first superficiality of the world he fondly weans he has come to the unlayered substance but far as any geologist has yet gone down into the world it is found to consist of nothing but surface stratified on surface to its axis the world being nothing but superinduced superfaces by vast pains we mine into the pyramid by horrible gropings we come to the central room with joy we espy the sarcophagus but we lift the lid and no body is there appallingly vacant as vast is the soul of a man chapter two he had been engaged some weeks upon his book in pursuance of his settled plan avoiding all contact with any of his city connections or friends even as in his social downfall they sedulously avoided seeking him out nor ever once going or sending to the post-office though it was but a little round the corner from where he was since having despatched no letters himself he expected none thus isolated from the world and intent upon his literary enterprise pierre had passed some weeks when verbal tidings came to him of three most momentous events first his mother was dead second all saddle-metters was become glen stanley's

third glen stanley was believed to be the suitor of lucy who convalescent from an almost mortal illness was now dwelling at her mother's house in town it was chiefly the first mentioned of these events which darted a sharp natural anguish into pierre no letter had come to him no smallest ring or memorial been sent to him no slightest mention made of him in the will and yet it was reported that an inconsolable grief had induced his mother's mortal malady and driven her at length into insanity which suddenly terminated in death and when he first heard of that event she had been cold in the ground for twenty-five days how plainly did all this speak of the equally immense pride and grief of his once magnificent mother and how agonizedly now did it hint of her mortally wounded love for her only and best beloved pierre in vain he reasoned with himself in vain remonstrated with himself in vain sought to parade all his stoic arguments to drive off the onslaught of natural passion nature prevailed and with tears that like acid burned and scorched as they flowed he wept he raved at the bitter loss of his parent whose eyes had been closed by unrelated hands that were hired but whose heart had been broken and whose very reason been ruined by the related hands of her son for some interval it almost seemed as if his own heart would snap his own reason go down unendurable grief of a man when death itself gives the stab and then snatches all availments to solacement away for in the grave is no help no prayer thither may go no forgiveness thence come so that the

penitent whose sad victim lies in the ground for that useless penitent his doom is eternal and though it be christmas day with all christendom with him it is hell-day and an eaten liver for ever with what marvellous precision and exactitude he now went over in his mind all the minutest details of his old joyous life with his mother at saddle meadows he began with his own toilet in the morning then his mild stroll into the fields then his cheerful return to call his mother in her chamber then the gay breakfast and so on and on all through the sweet day till mother and son kissed and with light loving hearts separated to their beds to prepare themselves for still another day of affectionate delight this recalling of innocence and joy in the hour of remorse and woe this is as heating red-hot the pincers that tear us but in this delirium of his soul pierre could not define where that line was which separated the natural grief for the loss of a parent from that other one which was born of compunction he strove hard to define it but could not he tried to cousin himself into believing that all his grief was but natural or if there existed any other that must spring not from the consciousness of of having done any possible wrong but from the pang at what terrible cost the more exalted virtues are gained nor did he wholly fail in this endeavour at last he dismissed his mother's memory into that same profound vault where hitherto had reposed the swooned form of his lucy but as sometimes men are coffined in a trance being thereby mistaken for dead so it is possible to bury a trance grief in the soul erroneously supposing that it hath no more vitality of suffering now immortal things only can beget immortality

it would almost seem one presumptive argument for the endless duration of the human soul that it is impossible in time and space to kill any compunction arising from having cruelly injured a departing fellow-being ere he finally committed his mother to the profoundest vault of his soul fain would he have drawn one poor alleviation from a circumstance which nevertheless impartially viewed seemed equally capable either of soothing or intensifying his grief his mother's will which without the least mention of his own name bequeathed several legacies to her friends and concluded by leaving all saddle meadows and its rent-rolls to glendinning stanley this will bore the date of the day immediately succeeding his fatal announcement on the landing of the stairs of his assumed nuptials with isabel it plausibly pressed upon him that as all the evidences of his mother's dying unrelentingness toward him were negative and the only positive evidence so to speak of even that negativeness was the will which omitted all mention of pierre therefore as that will bore so significant a date it must needs be most reasonable to conclude that it was dictated in the not yet subsided transports of his mother's first indignation but small consolation was this when he considered the final insanity of his mother for whence that insanity but from a hate grief unrelenting even as his father must have become insane from a sin-grief irreparable nor did this remarkable double doom of his parents wholly failed to impress his mind with presentiments concerning his own fate, his own hereditary liability to madness.

Presentiment, I say, but what is a presentiment? How shall you coherently define a presentiment, or how make anything out of it which is at all lucid, unless you say that a presentiment is but a judgment in disguise? And if a judgment in disguise, and yet possessing this preter naturalness of prophecy, how then shall you escape the faithful conclusion, that you are helplessly held in the six hands of the sisters for while still dreading your doom you foreknow it yet how foreknow and dread in one breath unless with this divine seeming power of prescience you blend the actual slimy powerlessness of defence that his cousin glen stanley had been chosen by his mother to inherit the domain of the meadows was not entirely surprising to pierre not only had glen always been a favorite with his mother by reason of his superb person and his congeniality of worldly views with herself but excepting only pierre he was her nearest surviving blood relation and moreover in his christian name bore the hereditary syllables glen dinning so that if to any one but pierre the meadows must

and Glenn on these general grounds seem the appropriate air. But it is not natural for a man, never mind who he may be, to see a noble patrimony, rightfully his, go over to a sole alien, and that alien wants his rival in love, and now is heartless, sneering foe, for so Pierre could not but now argue of Glenn, it is not natural for a man to see this without singular emotions of discomfort and hate. Nor in Pierre, were these feelings at all soothed by the report of Glenn, renewed attentions to lucy for there is something in the breast of almost every man which at bottom takes offence at the attentions of any other man offered to a woman the hope of whose nuptial love he himself may have discarded fain would a man selfishly appropriate all the hearts which have ever in any way confessed themselves his besides in pierre's case this resentment was heightened by glen's previous hypocritical demeanor for now all his suspicions seemed abundantly verified

and comparing all dates he inferred that glen's visit to europe had only been undertaken to wear off the pang of his rejection by lucy a rejection tacitly consequent upon her not denounced her affianced relation to pierre but now under the mask of profound sympathy in time ripening into love for a most beautiful girl ruffianly deserted by her betrothed glen could afford to be entirely open in his new suit without it all exposing his old scar to the world so at least it now seemed to pierre moreover glen could now approach lucy under the most favourable possible auspices he could approach her as a deeply sympathizing friend all wishful to assuage her sorrow but hinting nothing at present of any selfish matrimonial intent by enacting this prudent and unclamorous part the mere sight of such tranquil disinterested but indestructible devotedness could not but suggest in lucy's mind very natural comparisons between glen and pierre most deplorably abasing to the latter then no woman as it would sometimes seem no woman is utterly free from the influence of a princely social position in her suitor especially if he be handsome and young and glen would come to her now the master of two immense fortunes and the heir by voluntary election no less than by blood propinquity to the ancestral bannard hall and the broad manorial meadows of the glendinnings and thus too the spirit of pierre's own mother would seem to press glen's suit indeed situated now as he was glen would seem all the finest part of pierre without any of pierre's shame would almost seem pierre himself what pierre had once been to lucy

and as in the case of a man who has lost a sweet wife and who long refuses the least consolation as this man at last finds a singular solace in the companionship of his wife's sister who happens to bear a peculiar family resemblance to the dead and as he in the end proposes marriage to this sister merely from the force of such magical associative influences so it did not seem wholly out of reason to suppose that the great manly beauty of glen possessing a strong related similitude to pierre's might raise in lucy's heart associations which would lead her at least to seek if she could not find solace for one now regarded as dead and gone to her for ever in the devotedness of another who would notwithstanding almost seem as that dead one brought back to life deep deep and still deep and deeper must we go if we would find out the heart of a man descending into which is as descending a spiral stair in a shaft without any end and where that endlessness is only concealed by the spirallness of the stair and the blackness of the shaft as pierre conjured up this phantom of glen transformed into the seeming semblance of himself as he figured it advancing toward lucy and raising her hand in devotion an infinite quenchless rage and malice possessed him many communal emotions combined to provoke this storm but chief of all was something strangely akin to that indefinable detestation which one feels for any impostor who has dared to assume one's own name and aspect in any equivocal or dishonorable affair an emotion greatly intensified if this impostor be known for a mean villain at bottom and also by the freak of nature to be almost the personal duplicate of the man whose identity he assumes all these and a host of other distressedful and resentful fancies

now ran through the breast of pierre all his faith-born enthusiastic high-wrought stoic and philosophic defences were now beaten down by this sudden storm of nature in his soul for there is no faith and no stoicism and no philosophy that a mortal man can possibly evoke which will stand the final test of a real impassioned onset of life and passion upon him then all the fair philosophic or faith phantoms that he raised from the mist slide away and disappear as ghosts at cock-crow for faith and philosophy are air but events are brass amidst his great philosophizing's life breaks upon a man like a morning while this mood was on him pierre cursed himself for a heartless villain and an idiot fool heartless villain as the murderer of his mother idiot fool because he had thrown away all his felicity because he had himself as it were resigned his noble birthright to a cunning kinsman for a mess of pottage which now proved all but ashes in his mouth resolved to hide these new and as it latently seemed to him unworthy pangs from isabel as also their cause he quitted his chamber intending a long vagabond stroll in the suburbs of the town to wear off his sharper grief ere he should again return into her sight chapter three as pierre now hurrying from his chamber was rapidly passing through one of the higher brick colonnades connecting the ancient building with the modern there advanced toward him from the direction of the latter a very plain composed manly figure with a countenance rather pale if anything but quite clear and without wrinkle though the brow and the beard and the steadiness of the head and subtleness of the step indicated mature age yet the blue bright but still quiescent eye offered a very striking contrast in that eye

the gay immortal youth apollo seemed enshrined while on that ivory-thrown brow old santurn cross-legged sat the whole countenance of this man the whole air and look of this man expressed a cheerful content cheerful is the adjective for it was the contrary of gloom content perhaps acquiescence is the substantive for it was not happiness or delight but while the personal look and error of this man were thus winning there was still something latently visible in him which repelled that something may best be characterized as non benevolence non benevolence seems the best word for it was neither malice nor ill-will but something passive to crown all a certain floating atmosphere seem to invest and go along with this man that atmosphere seems only renderable in words by the term inscrutableness though the clothes worn by this man were strictly in accordance with the general style of any unobtrusive gentleman's dress yet his clothes seemed to disguise this man one would almost have set his very face the apparently natural glance of his very eye disguised this man now as this person deliberately passed by pierre he lifted his hat gracefully bowed smiled gently and passed on the pierre was all confusion he flushed looked askance stammered with his hand at his hat to return the courtesy of the other he seemed thoroughly upset by the mere sight of this hat lifting gracefully bowing gently smiling and most miraculously self-possessed non-benevolent man now who was this man this man was plotinous plin lemon pierre had been

pierre had read a treatise of his in a stage-coach coming to the city and had heard him often spoken of by milthorpe and others as the grand master of a certain mystic society among the apostles whence he came no one could tell his surname was welsh but he was a tennesseean by birth he seemed to have no family or blood-ties of any sort he never was known to work with his hands never to write with his hands he could not even write a letter he never was known to open a book there were no books in his chamber nevertheless some day or other he must have read books but that time seemed gone now as for the sleazy works that went under his name they were nothing more than his verbal things taken down at random and bunglingly methodized by his young disciples binding plin lemon thus unfurnished either with books or pen and paper and imputing it to something like indigence or a foreign scholar a rich nobleman who chanced to meet him one sent him a fine supply of stationery with a very fine set of volumes cardine epictetus the book of mormon abraham tucker condorce and the zenda vesta but this noble foreign scholar calling next day perhaps in expectation of some compliment for his great kindness started aghast at his own package deposited just without the door of plinlemon with all fastenings untouched miss scent said flotinlinlin placidly if anything i looked for some choice coaco from a nobleman like youth i should be very happy my dear count to accept a few jugs of choice i thought that the society of which you are the head excluded all things of that sort replied the count dear count so they do but bahamed hath his own dispensation ah i see said the noble scholar archly

i'm afraid you do not see dear count said plinlemon and instantly before the eyes of the count the inscrutable atmosphere edd and eddied roundabout this plutinus his chance brushing encounter in the corridor was the first time that ever pierre had without medium beheld the form or the face of plin-lemon very early after taking chambers at the apostles he had been struck by a steady observant blue-eyed countenance at one of the loftiest windows of the old gray tower which on the opposite side of the quadrangular space rose prominently before his own chamber only through two panes of glass his own and the strangers appear hitherto beheld that remarkable face of repose repose neither divine nor human nor anything made up of either or both but a repose separate and apart a repose of a face by itself one adequate look at that face conveyed to most philosophical observers a notion of something not before included in their scheme of the universe now as to the mild sun-glass's sun-glass is no hindrance at all but he transmits his light and life through the glass even so through pierre's pains did the tower face transmit its strange mystery becoming more and more interested in this face he had questioned milthorpe concerning it bless your soul replied milthorpe that is plotinus plinlemon our grandmaster plotinlinlinen by gad you must know plotinus thoroughly as i have long done come away with me now and let me introduce you instanter to plotin but pierre declined and could not help thinking that though in all human probability plotinus well understood milthorpe yet milthorpe could hardly yet have wound himself into plotinus though indeed plotinus who at times was capable of assuming a very offhand confidential and simple sophomorian air might for reasons best known to himself have tacitly pretended to milthorpe that he milthorpe had thoroughly wriggled himself into his plotinus

in a most soul a man will be given a book and when the donor's back is turned will carelessly drop it in the first corner he is not over-anxious to be bothered with the book but now personally point out to him the author and ten to one he goes back to the corner picks up the book dust the cover and very carefully reads that invaluable work one does not vitally believe in a man till one's own two eyes have beheld him if then by the force of peculiar circumstances pierre while in the stage had formerly been drawn into an attentive perusal of the work on chronometricals and horologicals how then was his original interest heightened by catching a subsequent glimpse of the author but at the first reading not being able as he thought to master the pivot idea of the pamphlet and as every incomprehended idea is not only a perplexity but a taunting reproach to one's mind pierre had at last ceased studying it altogether nor consciously troubled himself further about it during the remainder of the journey but still thinking now it might possibly have been mechanically retained by him he searched all the pockets of his clothes but without success he begged milthorpe to do his best toward procuring him another copy but it proved impossible to find one plotinus himself could not furnish it among other efforts pierre in person had accosted a limping half-deaf old bookstall man not very far from the apostles have you the chronometrics my friend forgetting the exact title very bad very bad said the old man rubbing his back has had the chronic rheumatics ever so long what's good for em perceiving his mistake pierre replied that he did not know what was the infallible remedy whist let me tell ye then youngen said the old cripple limping close up to him and putting his mouth in pierre's ear never catch em now's the time while you're young never catch em by the blue-eyed mystic mild face in the upper window of the old gray tower began to domineer in a very remarkable manner upon pierre

when in his moods of peculiar depression and despair when dark thoughts of his miserable condition would steal over him and black doubts as to the integrity of his unprecedented course in life would most malignantly suggest themselves when a thought of the vanity of his deep book would glidingly intrude if glancing at his closet window that mystic mild face met pierce under any of these influences the effect was surprising and not to be adequately detailed in any possible words vain vain vain said the face to him fool fool fool said the face to him quit quit quit said the face to him but when he mentally interrogated the face as to why it thrice said vain fool quit to him here there was no response for that face did not respond to anything did i not say before that that face was something separate and apart a face by itself now anything which is thus a thing by itself never responds to any other thing if to affirm be to expand one's isolated self and if to deny be to contract one's isolated self then to respond is a suspension of all isolation though this face in the tower was so clear and so mild though the gay youth apollo was enshrined in that eye and paternal old sat cross-legged on that ivory bra yet somehow to pierre the face at last wore a sort of malicious lear to him but the countess might say that this was a subjective sort of leer and pierre any way the face seemed to lear upon pierre and now it said to him ass ass this expression was insufferable he procured some muslin for his closet window and the face became curtained like any portrait but this did not mend the leer

pierre knew that still the face leered behind the muslin what was most terrible was the idea that by some magical means or other the face had got hold of his secret ay shudder pierre the face knows that isabel is not my wife and that seems the reason it lears then would all manner of wild fanciings float through his soul and detached sentences of the chronometrics would vividly recurred to him sentences before but imperfectly comprehended but now shedding a strange baleful light upon his peculiar condition and emphatically denouncing it again he tried his best to procure that pamphlet to read it now by the commentary of the mystic mild face again he searched through the pockets of his close for the stage-coach copy but in vain and when at the critical moment of quitting his chambers that morning of the receipt of the fatal tidings the face itself the man himself this inscrutable plotin lemon himself did visibly brush by him in the brick corridor and all the trepidation he had ever before felt at the mild mystic aspect in the tower window now redoubled upon him so that as before said he flushed looked askance and stammered with his saluting hand to his hat then anew did there burn in him the desire of procuring the pamphlet cursed faith that i should have lost it he cried more cursed that when i did have it and did read it i was such a ninny as not to comprehend and now it is all too late yet to anticipate here when years after an old jew clothesman rummaged over a surto of pierres which by some means had come into his hands his links like fingers happened to feel something foreign between the cloth and the heavy-quilted bombazine lining he ripped open the skirt and found several old pamphlet pages soft and worn almost to tissue but still legible enough to reveal the title chronometricals and horologicals pierre must have ignorantly thrust it into his pocket in the stage and it had worked through a rent there and worked its way clean down into the skirt and there helped pad the padding

so that all the time he was hunting for this pamphlet he himself was wearing the pamphlet when he brushed past plin lemon in the brick quarter and felt that renewed intense longing for the pamphlet then his right hand was not too from the pamphlet possibly this curious circumstance may in some sort illustrate his self-supposed non-understanding of the pamphlet as first read by him in the stage could he likewise have carried about with him in his mind the thorough understanding of the book and yet not be aware that he so understood it i think that regarded in one light the final career of pierre will seem to show that he did understand it and here it may be randomly suggested by way of bagatelle whether some things that men think they do not know are not for all that thoroughly comprehended by them and yet so to speak though contained in themselves are kept a secret from themselves the idea of death seems such a thing end of book twenty one book twenty two of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this livervox recording is in the public domain the flower curtain lifted from before a tropical author with some remarks on the transcendental flesh-brush philosophy chapter one some days passed after the fatal tidings from the meadows and at length somewhat mastering his emotions pierre again sits down in his chamber for grieve how he will yet work he must and now day succeeded day and week follows weak and pierre still sits in his chamber the long rows of cooled brick kilns around him scarce know of the change but from the fair fields of his great great great grandfather's manner

summer hath flown like a swallow guest the perfidious white autumn hath peeped in at the groves of the maple and under pretence of clothing them in rich rusts and gold hath stripped them at last of the slightest rag and then ran away laughing prophetic icicles depend from the arbor's round about the old manorial mansion now locked up and abandoned and the little round marble table in the viny summer-house where of july mornings he had sat chatting and drinking negus with his gay mother is now spread with a shivering napkin of frost sleety varnish hath encrusted that once gave mother's grave preparing it for its final ceremonies of wrapping snow upon snow wild howl the winds in the woods it is winter sweet summer is done and autumn is done but the book like the bitter winter is yet to be finished that season's weed is long garnered pierre that season's ripe apples and grapes are in no crop no plant no fruit is out the whole harvest is done o woe to that belated winter overtaken plant which the summer could not bring to maturity the drifting winter snows shall whelm it think pierre doth not thy plant belong to some other and tropical cline though transplanted to northern maine the orange tree of the florida's will put forth leaves in that parsimonious summer and show some few tokens of fruitage yet november will find no golden globes thereon

and the passionate old lumberman december shall peel the whole tree wrench it off at the ground and toss it for a faggot to some lime kiln ah pier pierre make haste make haste force thy fruitage lest the winceur force thee watch yon little toddler how long it is learning to stand by itself first it shrieks and implores and will not try to stand at all unless both father and mother uphold it then a little more bold it must at least feel one parental hand else again the cry and the tremble long time is it ere by degrees this child comes to stand without any support but by and by grown up to man's estate it shall leave the very mother that bore it and the father that begot it and cross the seas perhaps or settle in far oregon lands there now do you see the soul in its germ on all sides it is closely folded by the world as the husk folds the tenderest fruit then it is born from the world husk but still now outwardly clings to it still clamors for the support of its mother the world and his father the deity but it shall yet learn to stand independent though not without many a bitter wail and many a miserable fall that hour of the life of a man when first the help of humanity fails him and he learns that in his obscurity and indigence humanity holds him a dog and no man that hour is a hard one but not the hardest there is still another hour which follows when he learns than in his infinite comparative minuteness and abjectness the gods do likewise despise him and own him not of their clan divinity and humanity and humanity then are equally willing that he should starve in the street for all that either will do for him

now cruel father and mother have both let go his hand and the little soul toddler now you shall hear his shriek and his wail and often his fall when at saddle meadows pierre had wavered and trembled in those first wretched hours ensuing upon the receipt of isabel's letter then humanity had let go the hand of pierre and therefore his cry but when it last and nearer to this pierre was seated at his book willing that humanity should desert him so long as he thought he felt a far higher support than ere long he began to feel the utter loss of that other support too ah even the paternal gods themselves did now desert pierre the toddler was toddling entirely alone and not without shrieks if man must wrestle perhaps it is well that it should be on the nakedest possible plane the three chambers of pierre at the apostles were connecting ones the first having a little retreat where delhi slept was used for the more exacting domestic purposes here also their meals were taken the second was the chamber of isabel the third was the closet of pierre in the first the dining-room as they called it there was a stove which boiled the water for their coffee and tea and where delhi concocted their light repasts this was their only fire forewarned again and again to economize to the uttermost pierre did not dare to purchase any additional warmth but by prudent management a very little warmth may go a great way in the present case it went some forty feet or more a horizontal pipe after elbowing away from above the stove in the dining-room pierced the partition wall and passing straight through isabel's chamber entered the closet of pierre at one corner and then abruptly disappeared into the wall where all further calories

if any went up through the chimney into the air to help warm the december sun now the great distance of pierre's caloric stream from its fountain sadly impaired it and weakened it it hardly had the flavor of heat it would have had but very inconsiderable influence in raising the depressed spirits of the most mercurial thermometer certainly it was not very elevating to the spirits of pierre besides this caloric stream small as it was did not flow through the room but only entered it to elbow right out of it as some coquettish maidens enter the heart moreover it was in the furthest corner from the only place where with a judicious view to the light pierre's desk barrels and board could advantageously stand often isabel insisted upon his having a separate stove to himself but pierre would not listen to such a thing than isabel would offer her own room to him, saying it was of no indispensable use to her by day. She could easily spend her time in the dining-room, but Pierre would not listen to such a thing. He would not deprive her of the comfort of a continually accessible privacy. Besides, he was now used to his own room and must sit by that particular window there,

and no other. Then Isabel would insist upon keeping her connecting door open while Pierre was employed at his desk, that so the heat of her room might bodily go into his, a pierre would not listen to such a thing because he must be religiously locked up while at work outer love and hate must alike be excluded then in vain isabel said she would make not the slightest noise and muffle the point of the very needle she used all in vain pierre was inflexible here yes he was resolved to battle it out in his own solitary closet though a strange transcendental conceit of one of the more erratic and non-conforming apostles who was also at this time engaged upon a profound work above stairs and who denied himself his full sufficiency of food in order to ensure an abundant fire the strange conceit of this apostle i say accidentally communicated to pierre that through all the kingdoms of nature caloric was the great universal producer and vivifier and could not be prudently excluded from the spot where great books were in the act of creation and therefore he the apostle for one was resolved to plant his head in a hot bed of stove-worned air and so force his brain to germinate and blossom and bud and put forth the eventual crowning victorious flower though indeed this conceit rather staggered pierre for in truth there was no small smack of plausible analogy in it

in one thought of his purse would wholly expel the unwelcome intrusion and reinforce his own previous resolve however lofty and magnificent the movements of the stars whatever celestial melodies they may thereby beget yet the astronomers assure us that they are the most rigidly methodical of all the things that exist no old housewife goes her daily domestic round with one millionth part the precision of the great planet jupiter in his stated and unalterable revolutions he has found his orbit and stays in it he has timed himself and adheres to his periods so in some degree with pierre now revolving in the troubled orbit of his book pierre rose moderately early and the better to inure himself to the permanent chill of his room and to defy and beard to his face the cruelest cold of the outer air he would behind the curtain throw down the upper sash of his window and on a square of old painted canvas formerly wrapping some bale of goods in the neighbourhood treat his limbs of those early december mornings to a copious ablution in water thickened with incipient ice nor in this stoic performance was he at all without company not present but adjoiningly sympathetic for scarce an apostle in all those scores and scores of chambers but undeviatingly took his daily december bath pierre had only to peep out of his pain and glanced round the multi-windowed enclosing walls of the quadrangle to catch plentiful half-crimpses all round him of many a lean philosophical nudity refreshing his meagre bones with crash towel and cold water quick be the play was their motto lively our elbows and limbo all our attenuities oh the dismal equings of the raspings of flesh-brushes perverted to the filing and polishing of the merest ribs

oh the shuddersome splashings of ice-water over feverish heads not unfamiliar with aches oh the rheumatical cracklings of rusted joints in that de fide air of december for every thick frosted sash was down and every lean nudity courted the zephyr among all the inmate hyena like repellence to the reception of any set form of a spiritually minded and pure archetypical faith there is nothing so potent in its sceptical tendencies as that inevitable perverse ridiculousness which so often bestreaks some of the essentially finest and noblest aspirations of those men who disgusted with the common conventional quackeries strive in their clogged terrestrial humanities after some imperfectly discern but heavily ideals ideals not only imperfectly discerned in themselves but the path to them so little traceable that no two minds will entirely agree upon it hardly a new light apostle but who in superaddition to his revolutionary scheme for the minds and philosophies of men entertains some insane heterodoxical notions about the economy of his body his soul introduced by the gentlemanly gods into the supernal society practically rejects that most sensible maxim of men of the world who chanceing to gain the friendship of any great character never make that the ground of boring him with the supplemental acquaintance of their next friend who perhaps is some miserable ninny love me love my dog is only an addie for the old country women who affectionately kiss their cows the gods love the soul of a man often they will frankly accost it but they abominate his body and will forever cut it dead both here and hereafter so if thou wits go to the gods leave thy dog of a body behind thee and most impotently thou strivest with thy purifying coal baths and thy diligent scrubbing with flesh brushes to prepare it as a meat offering for their altar

nor shall all thy pythagorean and shellian dietings on apple-pairings dry prunes and crumbs of oatmeal cracker ever fit thy body for heaven feed all things with food convenient for them that is if the food be procurable the food of thy soul is light in space feed it then on light in space but the food of thy body is champagne and oysters feed it then on champagne and oysters and so shall it merit a joyful resurrection if there is any to be say which thou rise with a lantern jaw and a spay vine knee rise with brawn on thee and a most royal corporation before thee so shalt thou in that day claim respectful attention know this that while many a consumptive diatarian has but produced the merest literary flatulencies to the world convivial authors have a like given utterance to the sublimest wisdom and created the least grossed and most ethereal forms and for men of demonstrative muscle and action consider that right royal epitaph which cyrus the great cause to be engraved on his tomb i could drink a great deal of wine and it deemed me a great deal of good ah foolish to think that by starving thy body thou shalt fatten thy soul is yonder ox fatted because yonder lean fox starves in the winter wood and pray not of despising thy body while still thou flourisheth thy flesh brush the finest houses are most cared for within the outer walls are freely left to the dust and the so which shall come out of thee it is one thing in the mill but another in the sack now it was the continual quadrangular example of those forlorn fellows the apostles who in this period of his half-developments and transitions had diluted pierre into the flesh-brush philosophy and had almost tempted him into the apple-pairings dialectics for all the long wards corridors and multitudinous chambers of the apostles were scattered with the stems of the apples the stones of prunes and the shells of peanuts they went about huskily muttering

the kantian categories through teeth and lips dry and dusty as any millers with the crumbs of graham crackers a tumbler of cold water was the utmost welcome to their reception rooms at the grand supposed sanhedrum presided over by one of the deputies of flotinous plain lemon a huge jug of adam's ale and a bushel basket of graham crackers were the only convivials continually bits of cheese were dropping from their pockets and old shiny apple parchments were ignorantly exhibited every time they drew out a manuscript to read you some were curious in the vintages of water and in three glass decanters set before you fair mount croton and contituate they held that croton was is the most potent fair mount of gentle tonic and contituate the modest and least inebriating of all takes and more of the quarton my dear sir be brisk with the fair mount why stops the cotituent so on their philosophical tables went round their port their sherry and their claret some further advanced rejected mere water in the bath as altogether too coarse an element and so took to the vapour baths and steamed their lean ribs every morning the smoke which was which issued from their heads and overspread their pages was prefigured in the mists that issued from under their door-seals and out of their windows some could not sit down of a morning until after first applying the vapor bath outside and then thoroughly rinsing out their interiors with five cups of cold quartan they were as faithfully replenished fire-buckets and could they standing in one cordon have consecutively pumped themselves into each other than the great fire of eighteen thirty five had been far less widespread and disastrous ah ye poor lean ones ye wretched sokites and vaporites have not your niggardly fortunes enough rinsed ye out and wizened ye but ye must still be dragging the hose-pipe and throwing still more cold quitton on yourselves in the world ah

attach the screw of your hose-pipe to some fine old butt of madeira pump us some sparkling wine into the world see see already from all eternity two-thirds of it have lain helplessly soaking chapter two with cheek rather pale then and lips rather blue pierre sits down to his plank but is pierre packed in the mail for st petersburg this morning over his boots are his moccasins over his ordinary coat is his sore tooth and over that are cloak of isabel's now he is squared to his plank and at his hint the affectionate isabel gently pushes his chair closer to it for he is so muffled he can hardly move of himself now delhi comes in with bricks hot from the stove and now isabel and she with devoted solicitude pack away these comforting stones in the folds of an old blue cloak a military garment of the grandfather pier and tenderly arrange it both over and under his feet but putting the warm flagging beneath then delhi brings still another hot brick to put under his ink-stand to prevent the ink from thickening then isabel drags the camp bedstead nearer to him on which are the two or three books he may possibly have occasion to refer to that day with a biscuit or two and some water and a clean towel and a basin then she leans against the plank by the elbow of pier a quick-ended stick is pierre a shepherd or bishop or a cripple no but he has in effect reduced himself to the miserable condition of the last with the quick-ended cane pierre unable to rise without sadly impairing his manifold entrenchments and admitting the cold air into their innermost nooks pier if in his solitude he should chance to need anything beyond the reach of his arm then the quick-ended cane drags it to his immediate vicinity pierre glances slowly all round him everything seems to be right he looks up with a grateful melancholy satisfaction at isabel a tear gathers in her eye but she conceals

it from him by coming very close to him stooping over and kissing his brow tis her lips that leave the warm moisture there not her tears she says i suppose i must go now pierre now don't don't be so long to-day i will call thee at half-past four thou shalt not strain thine eyes in the twilight we will see about that says pierre with an unobserved attempt of a very sad pun come thou must go leave me and there he is left pierre's young heaven gave him the divinest freshest form of a man put light into his eye and fire into his blood and brawn into his arm and a joyous jubilant overflowing up bubbling universal life in him everywhere now look around in that most miserable room and at that most miserable of all the pursuits of a man and say if here be the place and this be the trade that god intended him for a rickety chair two hollow barrels a plank paper pens and infernally black ink four leprously dingy white walls no carpet a cup of water and a dry biscuit or two oh i hear the leap of the texan camanchi as at this moment he goes crashing like a wild deer through the green underbrush i hear his glorious whoop of savage and untamable health and then i look in at pierre if physical practical unreason make the savage which is he civilization philosophy ideal virtue behold your victim chapter three some hours past let us peep over the shoulder of pier and see what it is he is writing there in that most melancholy closet here topping the reeking pie by his side is the last sheet from his hand the frenzied ink not yet entirely dry it is much to our purpose for in this sheet he seemed to have directly plagiarized from his own experiences to fill out the mood of his apparent author hero vivia who thus soliloquizes a deep down unutterable

mournfulness is in me now i drop all humours or indifferent disguises and all philosophical pretensions i own myself a brother of the clod a child of the primeval gloom hopelessness and despair are over me as paul on paul away ye chattering apes of a sophomorium spinoza and plato who once did all but delude me that the night was day and pain only a tickle explain this darkness exercise this devil ye cannot tell me not thou inconceived thou inconceived cockscomb of a girder that the universe cannot spare thee and thy immortality so long as like a hired waiter thou makest thyself generally useful already the universe gets on without thee and could still spare a million more of the same identical kidney corporations have no souls and thy pantheism what was that thou wert but the pretensions heartless part of a man lo i hold thee in this hand and thou art crushed in it like an egg from which the meat hath been sucked here is a slip from the floor whence flow the panegyrical melodies that precede the march of these heroes from what but from a sounding brass and a tinkling symbol and here is a second cast thy eye in there on vivia tell me why those four limbs should be clapped in a dismal jail day out day in week out week in month out month in and himself the voluntary jailer is this the end of philosophy this the larger and spiritual life this your boasted impureen is it for this that a man should grow wise and leave off his most excellent uncolumniated folly and here is a third cast thy eye and there on vivia he who in the pursuit of the highest health of virtue and truth shows but a pallid cheek weigh as hard in thy hand o thou gold-laced virtuoso gerda and tell me whether it does not exceed thy standard weight and here is a fourth o god that man should spoil and rust on the stalk and bewildered and thrushed ere the harvest hath come and o god that men that call

themselves men should still insist on the laugh i hate the world and could trample all lungs of mankind as grapes and heal them out of their breath to think of the woe and the camp to think of the truth and the lie oh blessed be the twenty-first day of december and cursed be the twenty-first day of june from these random slips it would seem that pierre is quite conscious of much that is so anomalously hard and bitter in his lot of much that is so black and terrific in his soul yet that knowing his fatal condition does not one whit enable him to change or better his condition. Conclusive proof that he has no power over his condition, for in tremendous extremities, human souls are like drowning men. Well enough, they know they are in peril. Well enough, they know the causes of that peril. Nevertheless, the sea is the sea, and these drowning men do drown.

Chapter 4. From 8 o'clock in the morning, till half-past four in the evening, Pierre sits there in his room, eight hours and a half. from throbbing neck bands and swinging belly bands of gay-hearted horses the sleigh bells chimingly jingle but pierre sits there in his room thanksgiving comes with its glad thanks and crisp turkeys but pierre sits there in his room soft through the snows on tinted indian moccasin merry christmas comes stealing but pierre sits there in his room it is new year's and like a great flag and the vast city over brims at all curbstones wharfs and piers with bubbling jubilations but pierre sits there in his room nor jingling sleigh-bells at throbbing neckband or swinging belly band nor glad thanks and crisp turkeys of thanksgiving nor tinted indian moccasin of merry christmas of merry christmas nor new-year softly stealing through the snows nor new year's curbstones wharves and piers over brimming with bubbling jubblings nor jingling slave-bells nor glad thanksggyll nor merry christ year none of these are for pierre in the midst of the merriment of the mutations of time pierre hath wringed himself in with the grief of eternity pierre is a peak and flexible in the heart of time as the isle peak pico stands unassaultable in the midst of waves he will not be called to he will not be stirred sometimes the intent ear of isabel in the next room overhears the alternate silence and then the long lonely scratch of his pen it is as if she heard the busy claw of some midnight mole in the ground sometimes she hears a low cough and sometimes the scrape of his crook handled cane

here surely is a wonderful stillness of eight hours and a half repeated day after day in the harder such silence surely something is at work is it creation or destruction builds pierre the noble world of a new book or does the pale haggardness unbuild the lungs and the life in him unnerable that a man should be thus when in the meridian flesh of the day we recall the black apex of night then night seems impossible this sun can never go down oh that the memory of the uttermost gloom as an already tasted thing to the drake should be no security against its return one may be passably well one day but the next he may sup at black broth with pluto is there then all this work to one book which shall be read in a very few hours and far more frequently utterly skipped in one second and which in the end whatever it be must undoubtedly go to the worms not so that which now absorbs the time and the life of pierre is not the book but the primitive elementalizing of the strange stuff which in the act of attempting that book have upheaved and upgushed in his soul two books are being writ of which the world shall only see one and that the bungled one the larger book and the infinitely better is for pierre's own private's shelf that it is whose unfathomable cravings drink his blood the other only demands his ink but circumstances have so decreed that the one cannot be composed on the paper but only as the other is writ down in his soul and the one of the soul is elephantinely sluggish and will not budge at a breath thus pierre is fastened on by two leeches how then can the life of pierre last though he is fitting himself for the highest life by thinning his blood and collapsing his heart he is learning how to live by rehearsing the part of death

who shall tell all the thoughts and feelings of pierre in that desolate and shivering room when at last the idea obtruded that the wiser and the profounder he should grow the more and the more he lessened the chances for bread that could he now hurl his deep book out of the window and fall to on some shallow nothing of a novel composable in a month at the longest then could he reasonably hope for both appreciation and cash but the devouring profundities now opened up in him consume all his vigor would he he could not now be entertainingly and profitably shallow and some pelusid and merry romance now he sees that with every accession of the personal divine to him some great landslide of the general surrounding divinness slips from him and falls crashing away said i not that the gods as well as mankind had unhanded themselves from this pier so now in him you behold the baby toddler i spoke of force now to stand and toddle alone now and then he turns to the camp bed and wetting his towel in the basin presses it against his brow now he leans back in his chair as if to give up but again bends over and plods twilight draws on the summons of isabel is heard from the door the poor frozen blue-lipped soul-shivering traveller for st petersburg is unpacked and for a moment stands toddling on the floor then his hat and his cane and out he sallies for a friend a most comfortless staggering of a stroll people gazed at him passing as at some imprudent sick man willfully burst from his bed if an acquaintance is met and would say a pleasant newsmonger's word in his ear that acquaintance turns from him affronted at his hard aspect of icy discourtesy bad-hearted mutters the man and goes on he comes back to his chambers and sits down at the neat table of delhi

and isbel soothingly eyes him and presses him to eat and be strong but his is the famishing which loathes all food he cannot eat but by force he has assassinated the natural day how then can he eat with an appetite if he lays him down he cannot sleep he is waked the infinite wakefulness in him then how can he slumber still his book like a vast lumbering planet revolves in his aching head he cannot command the thing out of its orbit fain would he behead himself to gain one night's repose at last the heavy hours move on and sheer exhaustion overtakes him and he lies still not asleep as children and day-labor asleep but he lies still from his throbbing's and for that interval holdingly sheese the beak of the vulture in his hand and lets it not enter his heart morning comes again the dropped sash the icy water the flesh brush the breakfast the hot bricks the ink the pen the from eight o'clock to half-past floor and the whole general inclusive hell of the same departed day ah shivering thus day after day in his wrappers and cloaks is this the warm lad that once sung to the world of the tropical summer end of book twenty two book twenty three of pierre for the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-vox recording is in the public domain a letter from pierre isabel a rival of lucy's easel a rival of lucy's easel a rival of lucy's easel and trunks at the apostles chapter i if a frontier man be seized by wild indians and carried far and deep into the wilderness and there held a captive with no slightest probability of eventual deliverance and the wisest thing for that man is to exclude from his memory by every possible method the least images of those beloved objects now forever reft from him

for the more delicious they were to him in the now departed possession so much the more agonizing shall they be in the present recalling and though a strong man may sometimes succeed in strangling such tormenting memories yet if in the beginning permitted to encroach upon him unchecked the same man shall an inn become as an idiot with a continent and an ocean between him and his wife thus sundered from her by whatever imperative cause for a term of long years the husband if passionately devoted to her and by nature broodingly sensitive of soul is wise to forget her till he embrace her again is wise never to remember her if he hear of her death and though such complete suicidal forgettings proved practically impossible yet is it the shallow and ostentatious affections alone which are bustling in the offices of obituary and memories the love deep is deaf what mean those five words but that such love cannot live and be continually remembering that the loved one is no more if it be thus then in cases where entire unremorsefulness as regards the beloved absent objects is presumed how much more intolerable when the knowledge of their hopeless wretchedness occurs attended by the visitations of before latent upbraidings in the rememberer as he is tolerable when the knowledge of their hopeless wretchedness occurs attended by the visitations of before latent upbraiding in the rememberer as having been anyway even unwillingly the producers of their sufferings there seems no other sane recourse for some moody organizations on whom such things under such circumstances intrude but right and left to flee them whatever betide if little or nothing hitherto has been said of lucy tartan in reference to the condition of pierre after his departure from the meadows

it has only been because her image did not willingly occupy his soul he had striven his utmost to banish it thence and only once on receiving the tidings of glen's renewed attentions did he remit the intensity of those strivings or rather feel them as impot in him in that hour of his manifold and overwhelming prostration not that the pale form of lucy swooning on her snow-white bed not that the iniquet inexpressible anguish of the shriek my heart my heart would not now at times force themselves upon him and cause his whole being to thrill with a nameless horror and terror but the very thrillingness of the phantom made him to shun it with all remaining might of his spirit nor were there wanting still other and far more wonderful though but dimly conscious influences in the breast appear to meet as repellence the imploring form not to speak of his being devoured by the all exacting theme of his book there were sinister preoccupations in him of a still subtler and more fearful sort of which some inklings have already been given it was well seated solitary in his room one morning his flagging faculty seeking a momentary respite his heads sideways turned toward the naked floor following the seams in it which as wires led straight from where he sat to the connecting door and disappeared beneath it into the chamber of isabel that he started at a tap at that very door followed by the wonted low sweet voice pierre a letter for thee dost thou hear a letter may i come in at once he felt a dart of surprise and apprehension for he was precisely in that general condition with respect to the outer world that he could not reasonably look for any tidings but disastrous or at least unwelcome ones

he assented and isabel entered holding out the billet in her hand tis from some lady pierre who can it be not thy mother though of that i am certain the expression of her face as seen by me not at all answering to the expression of this handwriting here my mother from my mother muttered pierre in wild vacancy no no it can scarce be from her oh she writes no more even in her own private tablets now death hath stolen the last leaf and robbed all out to scribble his own ineffaceable hicc yacket there pierre cried isabel in a fright give it me he shouted he shouted vehemently extending his hand forgive me sweet sweet isabel i have wandered in my mind this book makes me mad there i have it now in a tone of indifference now leave me all again it is from some pretty aunt or cousin i suppose carelessly balancing the letter in his hand isabel quitted the room the moment the door closed upon her pierre eagerly split open the letter and read chapter two this morning i vowed it my own dearest dearest pierre i feel stronger to-day for to-day i have still more thought of thine own superhuman angelical strength which so has a very little been transferred to me o pierre pierre with what words shall i write thee now now when still knowing nothing yet something of thy secret i as a seer suspect grief deep unspeakable grief hath made me this seer i could murder myself pierre when i think of my previous blindness but that only came from my swoon it was horrible and most murdersome but now i see thou wert right in being so instantaneous with me and in never afterward writing to me pierre yes now i see it and adore thee the more

ah thou too noble and angelical pierre now i feel that a being like thee can possibly have no love as other men love but thou lovest as angels do not for thyself but wholly for others but still are we one pierre thou art sacrificing thyself and i hasten to retie myself to thee that so i may catch thy fire and all the ardent multitudinous arms of our common flames may embrace i will ask of thee nothing pier thou shalt tell me no secret very right wert thou peer when in that ride to the hills thou wouldst not swear the fond foolish oath i demanded very right very right now i see it if then i solemnly vow never to seek from thee any slightest thing which thou wouldst not willingly have me know if ever i in all outward actions shall recognize just as thou dost the peculiar position of that mysterious and ever sacred being then may i not come and live with thee i will be no encumbrance to thee i know just where thou art and how thou art living and only just there pierre and only just so is any further life endurable or possible for me she will never know for thus far i am sure thou thyself hast never disclosed it to her what i once was to thee let it seem as though i were some nun-like cousin immovably vowed to dwell with thee in thy strange exile show not to me never show more any visible conscious token of love i will never to thee our mortal lives o my heavenly pierre shall henceforth be one mute wooing of each other with no declaration no bridle till we meet in the pure realms of God's final blessedness for us.

Till we meet where the ever-interrupting and ever-marring world cannot and shall not come, where all thy hidden glorious unselfishness shall be gloriously revealed in the full splendor of that heavenly light, where no more forced to these cruelest disguises, she, she, too, shall assume her own glorious place, nor take it hard, but rather feel the more blessed, when there thy sweet heart shall be openly and unruly. reservedly mine pierre pierre my pierre only this thought this hope this sublime faith now supports me well was it that the swoon in which thou didst leave me that long eternity ago well was it dear pierre that though i came out of it to stare and grope yet it was only to stare and grope and then i swooned again and then i swooned again and then again swooned but all this was vacancy little i clutched nothing i knew twas less than a dream my pierre i had no conscious thought of thee love but felt an utter blank a vacancy for wert thou not then utterly gone from me and what could there then be left of poor lucy but now this long long swoon is passed i come out again into life and light

but how could i come out how could i anyway be my pierre if not in thee so the moment i came out of the long long swoon straightway came to me the immortal faith in thee which though it could offer no one slightest possible argument of mere sense in thy behalf yet was it only the more mysteriously imperative for that my pier know then dearest pier that with every most glaring earthly reason to disbelieve in thy love i do yet wholly give myself up to the unshakable belief in it for i feel that always is love love and cannot no change pierre i feel that heaven hath called me to a wonderful office toward thee by throwing me into that long long swoon during which martha tells me i hardly ate altogether three ordinary meals by that heaven i feel now was preparing me for the superhuman office i speak of was wholly estranging me from this earth even while i yet lingered in it was fitting me for a celestial mission in terrestrial elements oh give to me of thine own dear strength i am but a poor weak girl dear pierre one that didst once love thee but too fondly and with earthly frailty but now i shall be wafted far upward from that shall soar up to the thee where thou sitest in thine own calm sublime heaven of heroism oh seek not to dissuade me pier which thou slay me and slay me a million times more and never have done with murdering me i must come i must come god himself cannot stay me for it is he that commands me i know all that will follow my flight to thee my amazed mother my enraged brothers the whole taunting and despising world but thou art my mother and my brothers and all the world and all heaven and all the universe but thou art my mother and my brothers and all the world and all the universe to me thou art my pierre one only being does this soul in me serve and that is the pierre so i am coming to thee pierre and quickly to-morrow it shall be and never more will i quit thee pierre speak thou immediately to her about me thou shalt know best what to say is there not some connection between our families pierre

i've heard my mother sometimes trace such a thing out some indirect cousinship if thou approveest then thou shalt say to her i am thy cousin pierre thy resolved and immovable unlike cousin, vow to dwell with thee forever, to serve thee and her, to guard thee and her, without end. Prepare some little corner for me somewhere, but let it be very near, ere I come, I shall send a few little things, the tools I shall work by, Pierre, and so contribute to the welfare of all. Look for me, then, I am coming, I am coming, my Pierre, for a deep, deep voice assures me that all noble as thou art, Pierre, some terrible jeopardy involves thee, which my continual presence only can drive away. I am coming, I am coming. lucy chapter three when surrounded by the base and mercenary crew man too long wanted to eye his race with a suspicious disdain suddenly is brushed by some angelical plume of humanity and the human accents of superhuman love and the human eyes of superhuman beauty and glory

suddenly burst in his being then how wonderful and fearful the shock it is as if the sky cope were rent and from the black belly of jehoshaphat he caught upper glimpses of the seraphim in the visible act of adoring he held the artless angedical letter in his unrealizing hand he started and gazed round his room and out at the window commanding the bear desolate all-forbiting quadrangle and then asked himself whether this was the place that an angel should choose for its visit to earth then he felt a vast out-swelling triumphantness that the girl whose rare merits his intuitive soul had once so clearly and passionately discerned should indeed in this most tremendous of all trials have acquitted herself with such infinite majesty then again he sunk utterly down from her as in a bottomless gulf and ran shuddering through hideous galleries of despair in pursuit of some vague white shape and low two unfathomable dark eyes met his and isabel stood mutely and mournfully yet all raffishingly before him he started up from his plank cast off his manifold wrappings and crossed the floor to remove himself from the spot where such sweep such sublime such terrific revelations had been made him then a timid little rap was heard at the door pierre pierre now that thou art risen may i not come in just for a moment pierre come in isabel she was approaching him in her wonted most strange and sweetly mournful manner when he retreated a step from her and held out his arm not seemingly to invite but rather as if to warn she looked fixedly in his face and stood rooted isabel another is coming to me thou dost not speak isabel she is coming to dwell with us so long as we live isabel wilt thou not speak the girl still stood rooted the eyes which she had first fixed on him still remained wide openly riveted will thou not speak isabel said pierre terrified at her frozen immovable aspect yet too terrified to manifest his own terror to her and still coming slowly near her

she slightly raised one arm as if to grasp some support then turned her head slowly sideways toward the door by which she had entered then her dry lips slowly parted my bed lay me lay me the verbal effort broke her stiffening enchantment of frost her thawed form slope sidelong into the air but pierre caught her and bore her into her own chamber and laid her there on the bed fan me fan me he fanned the fainting flame of her life by and by she turned slowly toward him oh that feminine word from thy mouth dear pierre that she that she peter sat silent fanning her oh i want none in the world but thee my brother but thee but thee and o god am i not enough for thee bear earth with my brother with my brother were all heaven for me but all my life all my full soul contents not my brother pierre spoke not but he listened a terrible burning curiosity was in him that made him as heartless but still all that she had said thus far was ambiguous had i known had i but known it before oh bitterly cruel to reveal it now that she that she she raised herself suddenly and almost fiercely confronted him either thou hast told thy secret or she is not worthy the commonest love of man speak pierre which the secret is still a secret isabel then is she worthless pierre whoever she be foolishly madly fond doth not the world know me for thy wife she shall not come twere a foul blot on thee and me she shall not come-ture a foul blot on thee and me she shall not come one look from me shall murder her pierre this is madness isabel look now reason with me did i not before opening the letter say to thee that doubtless it was from some pretty young aunt or cousin speak quick a cousin a cousin isabel yet yet that is not wholly out of the degree i have heard tell me more and quicker more more a very strange cousin isabel almost a nun in her notions hearing of our mysterious exile she without knowing the cause hath yet as mysterious

vowed herself ours not so much mine isabel as ours ours to serve us and by some sweet heavenly fancying to guide us and guard us here then possibly it may be all very well pierre my brother my brother i can say that now any all words are thine isabel words and worlds with all their containings shall be slaves to thee isabel she looked eagerly and inquiringly at him then dropped her eyes and touched his hand then gazed again speak so more to me pierre thou art my brother art thou not my brother but tell me now more of her it is all newness and utter strangeness to me pierre i have said my sweetest sister that she has this wild nun like notion in her she is wilful in it in this letter she vows she must and will come and nothing on earth shall stay her do not have any sisterly jealousy than my sister thou wilt find her a most gentle unobtrusive ministering girl isabel she will never name the not to be named things to thee nor hint of them because she knows them not still without knowing the secret she yet hath the vague unspecializing sensation of the secret the mystical presentment somehow of the secret and her divineness hath drowned all womanly curiosity in her so that she desires not in any way to verify the presentiment content with the vague presentiment only for in that she thinks the heavenly summons to come to us lies even there and that isabel dost thou now comprehend me i comprehend nothing pierre there is nothing these eyes have ever looked upon pierre that this so comprehended ever as now do i go all agrope amid the wide mysteriousness of things yes she shall come it is only one mystery the more does she talk in her sleep here would it be well if i slept with her my brother on thy account wishful for thy sake to leave thee incommoded and

and not knowing precisely how things will he are she probably anticipates and desires otherwise my sister she gazed steadfastly at his outwardly firm but not interiorly unfaltering aspect and then dropped her glance in silence yes she shall come my brother she shall come but it weaves its thread into the general riddle my brother hath she that which they call the memory pierre the memory hath she that we all have the memory my sister not all not all poor belle half but very little pierre i have seen her in some dream she is fair-haired blue eyes she is not quite so tall as i yet a very little slighter pierre started thou hast seen lucy tartan at saddle meadows is lucy tartan the name perhaps perhaps but also in the dream pierre she came with her blue eyes turned beseechingly on me she seemed as if persuading me from thee methought she was then more than thy cousin methought she was that good angel which some say hovers over every humane soul and methought o me thought that i was thy other thy other angel pierre look see these eyes this hair nay this cheek all dark dark dark and she the blue eye the fair-haired oh once the red cheek she tossed her ebbin tresses over her she fixed her ebbin eyes on him sapier doth not a funerealness in ves me was ever hers so plumed o god that i had been born with blue eyes and fair hair those make the livery of heaven heard ye ever yet of a good angel with dark eyes pierre no no no all blue blue blue heaven's own blue the clear vivid unspeakable blue which we see in june skies when all clouds are swept by but the good angel shall come to thee pierre then both will be close by thee my brother and thou mayst perhaps elect elect she shall come she shall come when is it to be pierre to mar isabel so it is here written

she fixed her eye on the crumpled billet in his hand it were vile to ask but not wrong to suppose the asking pierre no i need not sit wouldst thou no i would not because i have no right to no right no right that is it no i have no right i will burn it this instant isabel he stepped from her into the adjoining room through the billet into the stove and watching his last ashes returned to isabel she looked with endless intimations upon him it is burnt but not consumed it is gone but not lost through stove pipe and flew it hath mounted in flame and gone as a scroll to heaven it shall appear again my brother woe woe woe is me oh woe do not speak to me pierre leave me now she shall come the bad angels shall tend the good she shall dwell with us pierre mistrust me not her considerateness to me shall be outdone by mind to her let me be alone now my brother chapter four though by the unexpected petition to enter his privacy a petition he could scarce ever deny to isabel since she so religiously abstained from preferring it unless for some very reasonable cause pierre in the midst of those conflicting secondary motions immediately following the first wonderful effect of lucy's strange letter have been forced to put on toward isabel's some air of assurance and understanding concerning its contents yet at bottom he was still a prey to all manner of devouring mysteries soon now as he left the chamber of isabel these mysteriousnesses remastered him completely and as he mechanistic sat down in the dining-room chair gently offered him by delhi for the silent girl saw that some strangeness that salt stillness was in him pierre's mind was revolving how it was possible or any way conceivable that luci should have been inspired with such seemingly wonderful presentiments of something assumed or disguising or non-substantial somewhere and somehow in his present most singular apparent position in the eye of world the wild words of isabel yet rang in his ears it were an outrage upon all womanhood to imagine that lucy

however yet devoted to him in her hidden heart should be willing to come to him so long as she supposed with the rest of the world that pierre was an ordinarily married man but how what possible reason what possible intimation could she have had to suspect the contrary or to suspect anything unsound for neither at this present time nor at any subsequent period did pier or could pierre possibly imagine that in her marvellous resentments of love she had any definite conceit of the precise nature of the secret which so unrevealingly and enchantedly wrapped him but a peculiar thought passingly recurred to him here within his social recollections there was a very remarkable case of a youth who while all but a fiance to a beautiful girl when returning his own throbbings with incipient passion became somehow casually and momentarily betrayed into an imprudent manifested tenderness toward a second lady or else that second lady's deeply concerned friends caused it to be made known to the poor youth that such committal tenderness toward her he had displayed nor had it failed to exert its natural effect upon her certain it is this second lady drooped and drooped and came nigh to dying all the while raving of the cruel infidelity of her supposed lover so that those agonizing appeals from so really lovely a girl that seemed dying of grief for him at last so moved the youth that morbidly disregardful of the fact that is as much as two ladies claimed him the prior lady had the best title to his hand his conscience insanely upbraided him concerning the second lady he thought that eternal woe would surely overtake him both here and hereafter if he did not renounce his first love terrible as the effort would be both to him and her and wed with the second lady which he accordingly did while through his whole subsequent life delicacy and honour toward his thus wedded wife forbade that by explaining to his first love how it was with him in this matter he should tranquilize her heart and therefore in her complete ignorance she believed that he was wilfully and heartlessly false to her

and so came to a lunatic's death on his account this strange story of real life pierre knew to be also familiar to lucy for they had several times conversed upon it and the first love of the demented youth had been a schoolmate of lucy's and lucy had counted upon standing up with her as bridesmaid now the passing idea was self-suggested to pierre whether into lucy's mind some such conceit as this concerning himself and isabel might not possibly have stolen but then again such a supposition proved wholly untenable in the end for did by no means suffice for a satisfactory solution of the absolute motive of the extraordinary proposed step of lucy nor indeed by any ordinary law of propriety did it all seem to justify that step therefore he know not what to think hardly what to dream wonders nay downright miracles and no less were sung about love but here was the absolute miracle itself the out-acted miracle for infallibly certain he inwardly felt that whatever her strange conceit whatever her enigmatical delusion whatever her most secret and inexplicable motive still lucy and her own virgin heart remained transparently immaculate without shadow of flaw or vain nevertheless what inconceivable conduct this was in her which she in her letter so passionately proposed altogether it amazed him it confounded him now that vague fearful feeling stole into him that rail as all atheists will there is a mysterious inscrutable divinesess in the world a god a being positively present everywhere nay he is now in this room the air did part when i here sat down i displaced the spirit then condensed it a little off from this spot he looked apprehensively around him he felt overjoyed at the sight of the humanness of delhi while he was thus plunged into this mysteriousness a knock was heard at the door delhi hesitating rose shall i let any one in sir i think it is mr milthorpe's knock

go and see go and see said pierre vacantly the moment the door was open milthorpe for it was he catching a glimpse of pierre's seated form brushed past delhi and loudly entered the room ha ha well my boy how comes on the inferno that is it you are writing one is apt to look black while writing infernoes you always love dante my lad i have finished ten metaphysical treatises argued five cases before the court attended all our society's meetings accompanied our great professor monsieur valvoon the lecturer through his circuit in the philosophical saloons sharing all the honours of his illustrious triumph and by the way let me tell you volvoun secretly gives me even more credit than is my due for upon my soul i did not help write more than one half at most of his lectures edited anonymously though a learned scientific work on the precise cause of the modifications in the undulatory motion and waves a posthumous work of a poor fellow fine lad he was too a friend of mine yes here i have been doing all this while you still are hammering away at that one poor inferno oh there's a secret in despatching these things patience patience you will let learn the secret time time i can't teach it to you my boy but time can i wish i could but i can't there was another knock at the door oh cried millthorpe suddenly turning round to it i forgot my boy i came to tell you that there is a porter with some queer things inquiring for you i happened to meet him downstairs in the corridors and i told him to follow me up i would show him the road here he is let him let him in good deli my girl thus far the rattlings of milthorpe if producing any effect at all had but stunned the avert of pierre but now he started to his feet a man with his hat on stood in the door holding an easel before him is this mr glendinning's room gentlemen

oh come in come in cried milthorpe all right oh is that you sir well well then and the man set down the easel well my boy exclaimed milthorpe to pierre you are in the inferno dream yet look that's what people call an easel my boy an easel an easel not a weasel you look at it as though you thought it a weasel come wake up wake up you ordered it i suppose and here it is going to paint and illustrate the inferno as you go along i suppose well my friends tell me it is a great pity my own things ain't illustrated but i can't afford it there now is that hymn to the niger which i threw into a pigeon-hall a year or two ago that would be fine for illustrations is it for mr glendinny you inquire said pierre now in a slow icy tone to the porter mr glendinning sir all right ain't it perfectly said pierre mechanically and casting another strange rapt bewildered glance at the easel but something seemed strangely wanting here i now i see i see it villain the vines thou hast torn the green heart-strings thou hast but left the cold skeleton of the sweet arbor wherein she once nestled thou besotted heartless hind and fiend thou dost thou so much as dream in thy shrivelled liver of the eternal mischief thou hast done restore thou the green vines untrampled them thou accursed oh my god my god trampled vines pounded and crushed in all fibres how can they live over again even though they be replanted curse thee thou nay nay he added moodily i was but wandering to myself then rapidly and mockingly pardon pardon porter i must humbly crave thy most haughty pardon then imperiously come stir thyself man thysmore below bring all up as the astounded porter turned he whispered to milthorpe is he safe shall i bring him oh certainly smile milthorpe i'll look out for him he's never really dangerous when i'm present there go

two trunks now followed with l t blurredly marked upon the ends is that all my man s appear as the trunks were being put down before him well how much that moment his eyes first caught the blurred letters prepaid sir but no objection to more pierre stood mute and unmindful still fixedly eyeing the blurred letters his body contorted and one side drooping as though that moment half-way down stricken with the paralysis and yet unconscious of the stroke his two companions momentarily stood motionless in those respective attitudes in which they had first caught sight of the remarkable change that had come over him but as if ashamed of having been thus affected milthorpe summoning a loud merry voice advanced toward pierre and tapping his shoulder cried wake up wake up my boy he says he is prepared but no objection to more prepaid what's that go go and jabber to apes a curious young gentleman is he not said milthorpe lightly to the porter look you my boy i'll repeat he says he's prepaid but no objection to more ah take that then said pierre vacantly putting something into the porter's hand and what shall i do with this sir said the porter staring drink a health but not mine that were mockery with a key sir this is a key you gave me ah well you at least shall not have the thing that unlocks me give me the key and take this ay here's the chink thank ye sir thank ye this'll drink i ain't called up porter for nothing stouts the word twenty one is my number any jobs call on me do you ever cart a coffin my man said pierre upon my soul cried mill thorpe gaily laughing if you ain't writing an inferno then but never mind porter this gentleman is under medical treatment at present you'd better ab you understand you understand you understand and squatulate porter there my boy he's gone understand how to manage these fellows there's a trick in it my boy an off-handed sort of what do you call it you understand the trick the trick the whole world's a trick know the trick of it all's right don't know all's wrong

the porter's gone then said pier calmly well mr milthorpe you will have the goodness to follow him rare joke admirable good morning sir ha ha and with his unruffleable hilariousness milthorpe quitted the room but hardly had the door closed upon him nor had he yet removed his hand from its outer nod when suddenly it swung half open again and thrusting his fair curly head within millerthorpe cried by the way my boy i have a word for you you know that greasy fellow who has been dunning you so of late well be at rest there he's paid i was suddenly made flush yesterday regular flood-tide you can return it any day you know no hurry that's all but by the way as you look as though you were going to have company here just send for me in case you want to use me any bedstead to put up or heavy things to be lifted about don't you and the women do it now mine that's all again adios my boy take care of yourself stay cried pierre reaching forth one hand but moving neither foot stay in the midst of all his prior emotions struck by these singular traits in milthorpe but the door was abruptly closed and singing fa la la milthorpe and his seedy coat went tripping down the corridor plus heart minus head muttered pierre his eyes fixed on the door now by heaven the god that made milthorpe was both a better and a greater than the god that made napoleon or byron plus head minus heart pa the brains grow maggotty with the god that made milthorpe was both a better and a greater than the god that made napoleon or byron plus head minus heart pa the brains grow maggotty with a heart but the heart's the preserving salt itself and can keep sweet without the head delhi sir my cousin miss tartan is coming here to live with us delhi that easel those drunks are hers good heavens coming here your cousin miss tartan yes i thought you must have heard of her in me but it was broken off delhi sir sir i have no explanation deli and from you i must have no amazement my cousin mine my cousin miss tartan is coming to live with us the next room to this on the other side there is a-is is unoccupied that room shall be hers you must wait upon her too delhi certainly sir certainly i will do anything said delhi trembling but but does mrs glenn din does my mistress know this my wife knows all said pierre sternly i will go down and get the key of the room and you must sweep it out

what is to be put into it sir said delhi miss tartin why she is used to all sorts of fine things rich carpets wardroves mirrors curtains why why why look said pierre touching an old rug with his foot here is a bit of carpet drag that into a room here is a chair put that in and for a bed aye aye he muttered to himself i have made it for her and she ignorantly lies on it now as made so lie oh god heart my mistress is calling cly moving toward the opposite room stay cried pierre grasping her shoulder if both called it one time from these opposite chambers and both were swoony which door would you first fly to the girl gazed at him uncomprehendingly and affrighted a moment and then said this one sir out of mere confusion perhaps putting her hand on isabel's latch it is well now go he stood in an intent unchanged attitude till delhi returned how is my wife now again startled by the peculiar emphasis placed on the magical word wife deli who had long before this been occasionally struck with the infrequency of his using that term she looked at him perplexedly and said half unconsciously your wife sir ay is she not guy grant that she be oh tis most cruel to ask that of poor poor delhi sir tut for thy tears never deny it again then i swear to heaven she is with these wild words pierre seized his hat and departed the room muttering something about bringing the key of the additional chamber as the door closed on him delhi dropped on her knees she lifted her head toward the ceiling but dropped it again as if tyrannically awed downward and bent it low over till her whole form tremulously cringed to the floor

god that made me and that was not so hard to me as wicked delhi deserved god that made me i pray to thee ward it off from me if it be coming to me be not deaf to me these stony walls thou canst hear through them pity pity mercy my god if they are not married if i-iwere not married if i be coming to me-he be not deaf to me these stony walls thou canst hear through them pity pity mercy my god if they are not married if i penitentially seeking to be pure am now but the servant to a greater sin than i myself committed than pity pity pity pity pity o god that made me see me see me here what can delhi do if i go hence none will take me in but villains if i stay then for stay i must and they be not married then pity pity pity pity pity pity pity pity pity pity of book twenty three chapter twenty four of pierre for the ambitry chapter twenty four of pierre for the ambiguities by hermann melville this livervox recording is in the public domain lucy at the apostles chapter i next morning the recently appropriated room adjoining on the other side of the dining-room presented a different aspect from that which met the eye of delhi upon first unlocking it with pierre on the previous evening two squares of faded carpeting of different patterns covered the middle of the floor leaving toward the surbase a wide blank margin around them a small glass hung in the pier beneath that a little stand with a foot or two of carpet before it in one corner was a cot neatly equipped with bedding at the outer side of the cot another strip of carpeting was placed lucy's delicate feet should not shiver on the naked floor pierre isabel and delhi were standing in the room isabel's eyes were fixed on the cot i think it will be pretty cosy now said delhi palely glancing all round and then adjusting the pillow anew

there is no warmth though said isabel pierre there is no stove in the room she will be very cold the pipe can we not send it this way and she looked more intently at him than the question seemed to warrant let the pipe stay where it is isabel said pierre answering her own pointed gaze the dining-room door can stand open she never liked sleeping in a heated room let all be it is well eh but there is a great here i see i will buy coals yes yes that can be easily done a little fire of a morning the expense will be nothing stay we will have a little fire here now for a welcome she shall always have fire better change the pipe pierre said isabel that would be permanent and save the coals it shall not be done isabel doth not that pipe and that warmth go into thy room shall i rob my wife good delhi even to benefit my most devoted and true-hearted cousin oh i should say not sir not at all said delhi hysterically a triumphant fire flashed in isabel's eye her full bosom arched out but she was silent she may be here now at any moment isabel said pierre come we will meet her in the dining-room that is our reception place thou knowest so the three went into the dining-room chapter two they had not been there long when pierre who had been pacing up and down suddenly paused as if struck by some laggard thought which had just occurred to him at the eleventh hour first he looked toward delhi as if about to bid her quit the apartment while he should say something private to isabel but as if on a second thought holding the contrary of this procedure most advisable he without preface at once addressed isabel in his ordinary conversational tone so that dead

belly could not but plainly hear him whether she would or no my dear isabel though as i said to thee before my cousin miss tartan that strange and wilful nun like girl is at all hazards mystically resolved to come and live with us yet it must be quite impossible that her friends can improve in her such a singular step a step even more singular isabel than thou in thy unsophisticatedness canst at all imagine i shall be immensely deceived if they do not to their very utmost strive against it now what i am going to add may be quite unnecessary but i cannot avoid speaking it for all that isabel with empty hands sat silent but intently and expectantly eyeing him while behind her chair delhi was bending her face low over her knitting which she had seized so soon as pierre had begun speaking and with trembling fingers was nervously twitching the points of her her long needles it was plain that she awaited pierre's accents with hardly much less eagerness than isabel marking well this expression in delhi and apparently not unpleased with it pierre continued but by no slightest outward tone or look seemed addressing his remarks to any one but isabel now what i mean dear isabel is this if that very probable hostility on the part of miss tartan's friends to her fulfil her strange resolution, if any of that hostility should chance to be manifested under thine eye, then thou certainly wilt know how to account for it, and I certainly

wilt draw no inference from it in the minutest conceivable degree involving anything sinister of me. No, I am sure thou wilt not, my dearest Isabel, for understand me regarding this strange mood in my cousin as a thing wholly above my comprehension, and indeed regarding my poor cousin herself as a rapt enthusiast in some wild mystery utterly unknown to me and unwilling ignorantly to interfere in what almost seems some supernatural thing i shall not repulse her coming however violently her friends may seek to stay it i shall not repulse as certainly as i have not invited but a neutral attitude sometimes seems a suspicious one now what i mean is this let all such vague suspicions of me, if any, be confined to Lucy's friends. But let not such absurd misgivings come near, my dearest Isabel, to give the least uneasiness.

Isabel, tell me, have I not now said enough to make plain what I mean, or indeed is not all I have said wholly unnecessary, seeing that when one feels deeply conscientious, one is often apt to seem superfluously, and indeed unpleasantly and unbe seemingly scrupulous speak my own isabel and he stepped nearer to her reaching forth his arm thy hand is the castor's ladle pierre which holds me entirely fluid into thy forms and slightest moods of thought thou pours me me and i there solidify to that form and take it on and thenceforth wear it till once more thou mouldest me anew if what thou tellest me be thy thought then how can i help its being mine my pierre the gods made thee of a holy day when all the common world was done and shaped thee leisurely in elaborate hours thou paragon so saying in a burst of admiring love and wonder pierre paced the room while isabel sat silent leaning on her hand and half veiled with her hair delhi's nervous stitches became less convulsive she seemed soothed some dark and big conceit seemed driven out of her by something either directly expressed by pierre or inferred from his expressions

chapter three pierre quick quick they are dragging me back oh quick dear pierre what is that swiftly cried isabel rising to her feet and amazedly glancing toward the door leading into the corridor but pierre darted from the room prohibiting from the room prohibiting any one from following him half-way down the stairs a slight airy almost unearthly figure was clinging to the baluster and two young men one in naval uniform were vainly seeking to remove the two thin white hands without hurting them they were glen stanley and frederick the elder brother of lucy in a moment pierre's hands were among the rest villain damned thee cried frederick and letting go the hand of his sister he struck fiercely at pierre but the blow was intercepted by pierre thou hast bewitched thou damned juggler the sweetest angel defend thyself nay nay cried glen catching the drawn rapier of the frantic brother and holding him in his powerful grasp he is unarmed this is no time or place to settle our feud with him thy sister sweet lucy let us save her first and then what thou wilt pierre glendinning if thou art but the little finger of a man be gone with thee from hence thy depravity thy pollutedness is that of a fiend thou canst not desire this thing the sweet girl is mad pierre stepped back a little and looked palely and haggardly at all three i render no accounts i am what i am this sweet girl this angel whom ye too defile by your touches she is of age by the law she is her own mistress by the law and now i swear she shall have her will unhand the girl let her stand alone see she will faint let her go i say and again his hands were among them suddenly as they all for the one instant vaguely struggled the pale girl drooped

and fell sideways toward pierre and unprepared for this the two opposite champions unconsciously relinquished their hold tripped and stumbled against each other and both fell on the stairs snatching lucy in his arms pierre darted from them gained the door drove before him isabel and delhi who affrighted had been lingering there and bursting into the prepared chamber laid lucy on her cot then swiftly turned out of the room and locked them all three in and so swiftly like lightning was this whole thing done that not till the lock clicked did he find glen and frederick fiercely fronting him gentlemen it is all over this door is locked she is in women's hands stand back as the two infuriated young men now caught at him to hurl him aside several of the apostles rapidly entered having been attracted by the noise drag them off from me cried pierre they are trespassers drag them off immediately glen and frederick were pinioned by twenty hands and in obedience to a sign from pierre were dragged out of the room and dragged downstairs and given into the custody of a passing officer as two disorderly youths invading the sanctuary of a private retreat in vain they fiercely expostulated but at last as if now aware that nothing farther could be done without some previously action they most reluctantly and chafingly declare themselves ready to depart accordingly they were let go but not without a terrible menace of swift retribution directed to pierre chapter four happy is the dumb man in the hour of passion he makes no impulsive threats and therefore seldom falsifies himself in the transition from collar to calm

proceeding into the thoroughfare after leaving the apostles it was not very long ere glen and frederick concluded between themselves that lucy could not so easily be rescued by threat or force the pale and scruitable determinateness and flinchless intrepidity of pierre now began to domineer upon them for any social unusualness or greatness is sometimes most impressive in the retrospect what pierre had said concerning lucy's being her own mistress in the eye of the law this now recurred to them after much tribulation of thought the more collected glen proposed that frederick's mother should visit the rooms of pierre he imagined that though insensible to their own united intimidations lucy might not prove death to the maternal prayers had mrs tartan been a different woman than she was had she indeed any disinterested agonies of a generous heart and not mere match-making mortifications however poignant than the hope of frederick and glen might have had more likelihood in it nevertheless the experiment was tried but signally failed in the combined presence of her mother pierre isabel and delhi and addressing pierre and isabel as mr mrs glendinning lucy took the most solemn vows upon herself to reside with her present host and hostess until they should cast her off in vain her by turns suppliant and exasperated mother went down on her knees to her or seemed almost on the point of smiting her in vain she painted all the scorn and the loathing sideways hinted of the handsome and gallant glen threatened her that in case she persisted her entire family would renounce her and though she should be starving would not bestow one morsel upon such a requisite and infinitely worse than dishonourable girl to all this lucy now entirely unmenaced in person replied in the gentlest and most heavenly manner yet with a collectedness and steadfastness from which there was nothing to hope

what she was doing was not of herself she had been moved to it by all encompassing influences above around and beneath she felt no pain for her own condition her only suffering was sympathetic she looked for no reward the essence of well-doing was the consciousness of having done well without the least hope of reward concerning the loss of worldly wealth and sumptuousness and all the brocated applause of drawing-rooms these were no loss to her for they had always been valueless nothing was she now renouncing but in acting upon her present inspiration she was inheriting everything indifferent to scorn she craved no pity as to the question of her sanity that matter she referred to the verdict of angels and not to the sordid opinions of man if any one protested that she was defying the sacred counsels of her mother she had nothing to answer but this that her mother possessed all her daughterly deference but her unconditional obedience was elsewhere due let all hope of moving her be immediately and once for all abandoned one only thing could move her and that would only move her to make her forever immovable that thing was death such wonderful strength and such wonderful sweetness such inflexibility in one so fragile would have been matter for marvel to any observer but to her mother it was very much more for like many other superficial observers forming her previous opinion of lucy upon the slightness of her person and the dulciness of her temper mrs tartan had always imagined that her daughter was quite incapable of any such daring act

as if sterling heavenliness were incompatible with heroicness these two are never found apart nor though pierre knew more of lucy than any one else did this most singular behaviour in her fail to amaze him seldom even had the mystery of isabel fascinated him more with a fascination partaking of the terrible the mere bodily aspect of lucy as changed by her more recent life filled him with the most powerful and novel emotions. That unsullied complexion of bloom was now entirely gone, without being any way replaced by saliveness, as is usual in similar instances, and as if her body indeed were the temple of God, and marble indeed were the only fit material for so holier shrine, a brilliant supernatural whiteness, now gleamed in her cheek, her head sat on her shoulders as a chiseled statue's head, and the soft firm light in her eyes seemed as much a prodigy as though a chiseled statue should give token of vision and intelligence isabel also was most strangely moved by this sweet unearthliness in the aspect of lucy but it did not so much persuade her by any common appeals to her heart as irrespectively commend her by the very signet of heaven

in the deference with which she ministered to lucy's little occasional wants there was more of blank spontaneousness than compassionate voluntariness and when it so chanced that owing perhaps to some momentary jarring of the distant and lonely guitar as lucy was so mildly speaking in the presence of her mother a sudden just audible submissively answering musical string tone came through the open door from the adjoining chamber then isabel as if seized by some spiritual awe fell on her knees before lucy and made a rapid gesture of homage yet still somehow as it were without evidence of voluntary will finding all her most ardent efforts in effectual mrs tartan now distressedly motioned to pierre and isabel to quit the chamber that she might urge her entreaties and menaces in private but lucy gently waved them to stay and then turned to her mother henceforth she had no secrets but those which would also be secrets in heaven whatever was publicly known in heaven should be publicly known on earth there was no slightest secret between her and her mother wholly confounded by this inscrutableness of her so alienated and infatuated daughter mrs tartan turned inflamedly upon pierre and bade and follow her forth but again lucy said nay there were no secrets between her mother and pierre she would anticipate everything there calling for pen and paper and a book to hold on her knee and write she traced the following lines and reached them to her mother i am lucy tartan i've come to dwell during their pleasure with mr and mrs pierre glendinning of my own unsolicited free will if they desire it i shall go but no other power shall remove me except by violence and against any violence i have the ordinary appeal to the law

read this madame said mrs tartan tremblingly handing it to isabel and eyeing her with a passionate and disdainful significance i have read it said isabel quietly after a glance and handing it to pierre as if by that act to show that she had no separate decision in the matter and do you sir too indirectly connive said mrs tartan to pierre when he had read it i render no accounts madame this seems to be the written and final call of your daughter as such you had best respected and depart mrs tartan glanced despairingly and insensedly about her then fixing her eyes on her daughter spoke girl here where i stand i for ever cast thee off nevermore shalt thou be vexed by my maternal entreaties i shall instruct thy brothers to disown thee i shall instruct glen stanley to banish thy worthless image from his heart if banished thence it be not already by thine own incredible folly and depravity for thee mr monster the judgment of god will overtake thee for this and for thee madame i have no words for the woman who will connivingly permit her own husband's paramour to dwell beneath her roof for thee frail one to delhi thou needest no amplification a nest of vileness and now surely whom god himself hath abandoned for ever a mother may quit never more to revisit this parting maternal malediction seemed to work no visibly corresponding effect upon lucy already she was so marble-white that fear could no more blancher if indeed fear was then at all within her heart for as the highest and purest and thinnest ether remains unvexed by all the tumults of the inferior air so that transparent ether of her cheek that clear mild azure of her eye showed no sign of passion as her terrestrial mother

storm below helpings she had from unstirring arms glimpses she caught of age invisible sustained she was by those high powers of immortal love that once siding with the weakest reed which the utmost tempest tosses then that utmost tempest shall be broken down before the irresistable resistings of that weakest reed end of book twenty four chapter twenty five part one of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this the revoc's recording is in the public domain lucy isabel and pierre pierre at his book and chelotas chapter one a day or two after the arrival of lucy when she had quite recovered from any possible ill effects of recent events, events conveying such a shock to both Pierre and Isabel, though to each in a quite different way, but not apparently at least moving Lucy so intensely, as they were all three sitting at coffee. Lucy expressed her intention to practice her crayon art professionally. It would be so pleasant an employment for her besides contributing to their common fund. Pierre well knew her

expertness and catching likenesses, and judiciously and truthfully beautifying them, not by altering the features so much as by steeping them in a beautifying atmosphere. For even so, said Lucy, thrown into the lagoon, and there beheld, as I've heard, the roughest stones without transformation put on the softest aspects. If Pierre would only take a little trouble to bring citizen, to her room she doubted not a fine harvest of heads might easily be secured certainly among the numerous inmates of the old church pierre must know many who would have no objections to being sketched moreover though as yet she had had small opportunity to see them yet among such a remarkable company of poets philosophers and mystics of all sorts there must be some striking heads in conclusion she expressed her satisfaction at the chamber prepared for her inasmuch as having been formerly the studio of an artist one window had been considerably elevated

while by a singular arrangement of the interior shutters the light could in any direction be thrown about at will already pierre had anticipated something of this sort the first sight of the easel having suggested it to him his reply was was therefore not wholly unconsidered he said that so far as she herself was concerned the systematic practice of her art at present would certainly be a great advantage in supplying her with a very delightful occupation but since she could hardly hope for any patronage from her mother's fashionable and wealthy associates indeed as such a thing must be very far from her own desires and as it was only from the apostles she could for some time to come at least reasonably anticipate sitters and as those apostles were almost universally a very forlorn and penniless set though in truth there were some wonderfully rich-looking heads among them therefore lucy must not look for a much immediate pecuniary emolument ere long she might indeed do something very handsome but at the outset it was well to be moderate in her expectations this admonishment came modifiedly from that certain stoic dogged mood of pierre born of his recent life which taught him never to expect any good from anything but always to anticipate ill however not in unreadiness to meet the contrary and then if good came so much the better he added that he would that very morning go among the rooms and corridors of the apostles familiarly announcing that his cousin a lady artist in crayons occupied a room adjoining his where she would be very happy to receive any sitters and now lucy what shall be the terms that is a very important point

thou knowest i suppose pierre they must be very low said lucy looking at him meditatively very low lucy very low indeed well ten dollars then ten banks of england lucy exclaimed pierre why lucy that were almost a quarter-a-quartered order's income for some of the apostles four dollars pierre i will tell thee now lucy but first how long does it take to complete one portrait two sittings and two mornings work by myself pierre and let me see what are thy materials they are not very costly i believe tis not like cutting glass thy tools must not be pointed with diamonds lucy see pierre said lucy holding out her little palm see this handful of charcoal a bit of bread a crayon or two and a square of paper that is all well then thou shalt charge one seventy five for a portrait only one seventy five pierre i'm half afraid now we have set it far too high lucy thou must not be extravagant look if thy terms were ten dollars and thou didst crayon on trust then thou wits have plenty of sitters but small returns but if thou putest thy terms right down and also sayest thou must have thy cash right down to don't start so at that cash then not so many sitters to be sure but more returns thou understandest it shall be just as thou sayest pierre well then i will write a card for thee stating thy terms and put it up conspicuously in thy room so that every apostle may know what he has to expect thank thee thank thee cousin pierre said lucy rising i rejoice at thy pleasant and not entirely unhopeful view of my poor little plan but i must be doing something i must be earning money see i've eaten ever so much bread this morning but have not earned one penny

with a humorous sadness pierre measured the large remainder of the one only peace she had touched and then would have spoken banteringly to her but she had slid away into her own room he was presently roused from the strange reverie into which the conclusion of this scene had thrown him by the touch of isabel's hand upon his knee and her large expressive glance upon his face during all the foregoing colloquy she had remained entirely silent but an unoccupied observer would perhaps have noticed that some new and very strong emotions were restrainedly stirring within her pierre she said intently bending over toward him well well isabel stammeringly replied pierre while a mysterious colour suffused itself over his whole face neck and brow and involuntarily he started a little back from her self-proffering form arrested by this movement isabel eyed him fixedly then slowly rose and with immense mournful stateliness drew herself up and said if thy sister can ever come too nigh to thee pierre till thy sister so beforehand for the september sun draws not up the valley vapor more jealously from the disdainful earth than my secret god shall draw me up from thee if ever i can come to nigh to thee thus speaking one hand was on her bosom as if resolutely feeling of something deadly there concealed but riveted by her general manner more than by her particular gesture pierre at the instant did not so particularly note the all-significant movement of the hand upon her bosom though afterward he recalled it and darkly and thoroughly comprehended its meaning

too nigh to me isabel sun or dew thou fertilisest me can sunbeams or drops of dew come to nigh the thing they warm and water then sit down by me isabel and sit close whine within my ribs if so thou canst that my one frame may be the continent of two fine feathers make fine birds so i have heard said isabel most bitterly but do fine sayings all make fine deeds pierre thou didst but just now draw away from me when we would most dearly embrace we first throw back our arms isabel i but drew away to draw so much the closer to thee well all words are errant skirmishers deeds are the army's self be it as thou sayest i yet trust to thee pierre my breath waits thine what is it isabel i have been more blockish than a block i am mad to think of it more mad than her great sweetness should first remind me of mine own stupidity but she shall not get the start of me pierre some way i must work with thee see i will sell this hair have these teeth pulled out but some way i will earn money for thee pierre now eyed her startledly touches of a determinate meaning shown in her some hidden thing was deeply wounded in her an affectionate soothing syllable was on his tongue his arm was out when shifting his expression he whisperingly and alarmedly exclaimed hark she is coming be still

but rising boldly isabel threw open the connecting door exclaiming half hysterically look lucy here's the stranger husband, fearful of being caught speaking to his wife. With an artist's little box before her, whose rattling perhaps had startled Pierre, Lucy was sitting midway in a room opposite the open door, so that at that moment both Pierre and Isabel were plainly visible to her. The singular tone of Isabel's voice instantly caused her to look up intently. At once a sudden irradiation of some subtle intelligence,

but whether welcome to her or otherwise could not be determined shot over her whole aspect she murmured some vague random reply and then bent low over her box saying she was very busy isabel closed the door and sat down again by pierre her countenance wore a mixed and writhing impatient look she seemed as one in whom the most powerful emotion of life is caught in inextricable toils of circumstances and while longing to disengage itself still knows that all struggles will prove worse than vain and so for the moment grows madly reckless and defiant of all obstacles pierre trembled as he gazed upon her but soon the mood passed from her her old sweet mournfulness returned again the clear unfathomableness was in her mystic eye pierre erna ere i ever knew thee i have done mad things which i have never been conscious of but in the dim recalling i hold such things no things of mine what i now remember as just now done was one of them thou hast done nothing but shown thy strength while i have shown my weakness isabel yes to the whole world thou art my wife to her too thou art my wife have i not told her so myself i was weaker than a kitten isabel and thou strong as those high things angelical from which utmost beauty takes not strength pierre once such syllables from thee were all refreshing and bedewing to me now though they drop as warmly and as fluidly from thee yet falling through another and an intercepting zone they freeze on the way and clatter on my heart like hail pierre thou didst not speak thus to her

she is not isabel the girl gazed at him with a quick and piercing scrutiny then looked quite calm and spoke my guitar pierre thou knowest how complete a mistress i am of it now before thou gettest sitters for the portrait-schetcher thou shalt get pupils for the music-teacher wilt thou and she looked at him with a persuasiveness and touchingness which to pierre seemed more than mortal my poor poor isabel cripere thou art the mistress of the natural sweetness of the guitar not of its invented regulated artifices and these are all that the silly pupil will pay for learning and what thou hast cannot be taught ah thy sweet ignorance is all transporting to me my sweet my sweet dear divine girl and impulsively he caught her in his arms while the first fire of his feeling plainly glowed upon him but ere he had yet caught her to him isabel had backward glided close to the connecting door which at the instant of his embrace suddenly opened as by its own volition before the eyes of seated lucy pierre and isabel stood locked pierre's lips upon her cheek chapter two notwithstanding the maternal visit of mrs tartan and the peremptoriness with which it had been closed by her declared departure never to return and her vowed to teach all lucy's relatives and friends and lucy's own brothers and her suitor to disown her and forget her yet pierre fancied that he knew too much in general of the human heart and too much in particular of the character of both glen and frederick to remain entirely untouched by disquiet to concerning what those two fiery youths might now be plotting against him

as the imagined monster by whose infernal tricks lucy tartan was supposed to have been seduced from every earthly seamliness not happily but only so much the more gloomily did he augur from the fact that mrs tartan had come to lucy unattended and that glen and frederick had let eight-and-forty hours and more go by without giving the slightest hostile or neutral sign at first he thought that bridling their impulsive fierceness they were resolved to take the slower but perhaps the surer method to rest lucy back to them by instituting some legal process but this idea was repulsed by more than one consideration not only was frederick of that sort of temper peculiar to military men which would prompt him in so closely personal and intensely private and family a matter to scorn the hireling publicity of the laws lingering arm and impel him as by the furiousness of fire to be his own writer and avenger for in him it was perhaps quite as much the feeling of an outrageous family affront to himself through lucy as her own presumed separate wrong however black which stung him to the quick not only were these things so respecting frederic but concerning glen pierre well knew that b glen heartless as he might to do a deed of love glen was not heartless to do a deed of hate that though on that memorable night of his arrival in this city glen had heartlessly closed his door upon him yet now glen might heartfully burst pierre's open if by that he had all believed that permanent success would crown the fray besides pierre knew this that so invincible is the natural untamable latent spirit of a courageous manliness in man that though now socially educated for thousands of years in an arbitrary homage to the law as the one only appointed redress for every injured person yet immemorially and universally among all gentlemen of a spirit wants to have uttered independent personal threats of personal vengeance against your foe and then after that to fall back slinking into a court and high and higher with soaps a pack of yelping pedophogers to fight the battle so valiantly proclaimed this on the surface is ever deemed very decorous and very prudent a most wise second thought but at bottom a miserably ignoble thing

frederick was not the watery man for that glen had more grapy blood in him moreover it seemed quite clear to pierre that only by making out lucy absolutely mad and striving to prove it by a thousand despicable little particulars could the law succeed in tearing her from the refuge she had voluntarily sought a course equally abhorrent to all the parties possibly to be concerned on either side what then would those two boiling bloods do perhaps they would patrol the streets and at the first glimpse of lonely lucy kidnap her home or if pierre were with her then smite him down by hook or crook fair play or foul and then away with lucy or if lucy systematically kept a room then fall on pierre in the most public way fell him and cover him from all decent recognition beneath heaps on heaps of hate and insult so that broken on the wheel of such dishonour pierre might feel himself unstrung and basely yield the prize not the gibbering of ghosts in any old haunted house no solverioris and portentous sign at night beheld in heaven will so make the hair to stand as when a proud and honorable man is revolving in his soul the possibilities of some gross public and corporeal disgrace it is not fear it is a pride horror which is more terrible than any fear than by tremendous imagery the murderer's mark of cane is felt burning on the brow and the already acquitted knife blood-blood thrusts in the clutch of the anticipating hand certain that those two youths must be plotting something furious against him with the echoes of their scorning curses on the stairs still ringing in his ears curses whose swift responses from himself he at the time had had much ado to check thoroughly alive to the supernaturalism of that mad frothing hate which a spirited brother forks forth at the insulter of a sister's honour

beyond doubt the most uncompromising of all the social passions known to man and not blind to the anomalous fact that if such a brother stab his foe at his own mother's table all people and all juries would bear him out accounting everything allowable to a noble soul made mad by a sweet sister's shame caused by a damned seducer imagining to himself his own feelings if he were actually in the position which frederick so vividly fancied to be his remembering that in love matters jealousy is as an adder and that the jealousy of glen was double addered by the extraordinary malice of the apparent circumstances under which lucy had spurned glan's arms and fled to his always successful and now married rival as if wantonly and shameless there remembering all these intense incitements of both those foes of his pierre could not but look forward to wild work very soon to come nor was the storm of passion in his soul unratified by the decision of his coolest possible hour storm and calm beau said to him look to thyself o pierre murders are done by maniacs but the earnest thoughts of murder these are the collected desperadoes pierre was such fate or what you will had made him such but such he was and when these things now swam before him when he thought of all the ambiguities which hemmed him in the stony walls all round that he could not overleap the million aggravations of his most malicious lot the last lingering hope of happiness licked up from him as by flames of fire and his one only prospect a black bottomless gulf of guilt upon whose verge he eminently teetered every hour then the utmost hate of glen and frederick were jubletly welcome to him and murder done in the act of warding off their ignominious public blow seemed the one only congenial sequel to such a desperate career

chapter three as a statue planted on a revolving pedestal shows now this limb now that now front now back now side continually changing to its general profile so does the pivoted statue soul of man when turned by the hand of truth lies only never vary look for no invariableness in pierre nor does any canting showman here stand by to announce his phases as he revolves catch his phases as your insight may another day passed on glen and frederick still absenting themselves and pierre and isabel and lucy all dwelling together the domestic presence of lucy had begun to produce a remarkable effect upon pierre sometimes to the covertly watchful eye of isabel he would seem to look upon lucy with an expression illy befitting their singular and so supposed merely cousinly relation and yet again with another expression still more unaccountable to her one of fear and awe not unmixed with impatience but his general detailed manner toward lucy was that of the most delicate and affectionate considerateness nothing more he was never alone with her though as before at times alone with isabel lucy seemed entirely undesirous of usurping any place about him manifested no slightest unwelcome curiosity as to pierre and no painful embarrassment as to isabel nevertheless more and more did she seem hour by hour to be somehow inexplicably sliding between them without touching them pierre felt that some strange heavenly influence was near him to keep him from some uttermost harm isabel was alive to some untraceable displacing agency though when all three were together the marvellous serenity and sweetness and utter unsuspectingness of lucy obviated anything like a common embarrassment

yet if there was any embarrassment at all beneath that roof it was sometimes when pierre was alone with isabel after lucy would innocently quit them meantime pierre was still going on with his book every moment becoming still the more sensible of the intensely inauspicious circumstances of all sorts under which that labour was proceeding and as the now advancing and consenting enterprise demanded more and more compacted vigor from him he felt that he was having less and less to bring to it for not only was it the signal misery of pierre to be invisibly though but accidentally goaded in the hour of mental immaturity to the attempt of a mature work a circumstance sufficiently lamentable in itself but also in the hour of his clamorous pennilessness he was additionally goaded into an enterprise long and protracted in the execution and of all things least calculated for pecuniary profit in the end how these things were so whence they originated might be thoroughly and very beneficially explained but space and time here forbid at length domestic matters rent and bread had come to such a pass with him that whether or no the first pages must go to the printer and thus was added still another tribulation because the printed pages now dictated to the following manuscript and said to all subsequent thoughts and inventions appear thus and thus and so and so else an ill match therefore was his book already limited bound over and committed to imperfection even before it had come to any confirmed form or conclusion at all oh who shall reveal the horrors of poverty in authorship that is high while the silly milthorpe was railing against his delay of a few weeks a month how bitterly did unreplying pierre feel in his heart

that to most of the great works of humanity their authors had given not weeks and months not years and years but their wholly surrendered and dedicated lives on either hand clung to by a girl who would have laid down her life for him pierre nevertheless in his deepest highest part was utterly without sympathy from anything divine human fruit or vegetable one in a city of hundreds of thousands of human beings pierre was solitary as at the pole and the great woe of all was this that all these things were unsuspected without and undivulgible from within the very daggers that stabbed him were joked at by imbecility ignorance block-headedness self-complacency and the universal bliridness and besottedness around him now he began to feel that in him the thus of a titan were forest dawlingly cut by the scissors of fate he felt as a moose hamstrung all things that think or move or lie still seemed as created to mock and torment him he seemed gifted with loftiness merely that it might be dragged down to the mud still the profound wilfulness in him would not give up against the breaking heart and the bursting head against all the dismal lassitude and deathful faintness and sleeplessness and whirlingness and craziness still he like a demi-god bore up his soul's ship foresaw the inevitable rocks but resolved to sail on and make a courageous wreck now he gave jeer for jeer and taunted the apes that gibed him with the soul of an atheist he wrote down the godliest things with the feeling of misery and death in him he created forms of gladness and light for the pangs in his heart he put down hoots on the paper and everything else he disguised under the so conveniently adjustable drapery of all stretchable philosophy

for the more and the more that he wrote and the deeper and the deeper that he dived pierre saw the everlasting elusiveness of truth the universal lurking and sincerity of even the greatest impurest written thoughts like navish cards the leaves of all great books were covertly packed he was but packing one set the more and that a very poor jaded set and pack indeed so that there was nothing he more spurned than his own aspirations nothing he more abhorred than the lofty part of himself the brightest success now seemed intolerable to him since he so plainly saw that the brightest success could not be the sole offspring of merit but of merit for the one thousandth part and nine hundred and ninety nine combining and uptailing accidents for the rest end of chapter twenty five part one chapter twenty five part two of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liver-box recording is in the public domain lucy isabel and pierre pierre at his book and chelotas so beforehand he despised those laurels which in the very nature of things can never be impartially bestowed but while thus all the earth was depopulated of ambition for him still circumstances that put him in the attitude of an eager contender for renown so beforehand he felt the unrevealable sting of receiving either plaudits or censures equally unsought for and equally loathed their given so beforehand he felt the parametical scorn of the genuine loftiness for the whole infinite company of infinite metesimal critics is was the scorn which thinks it not worth a while to be scornful though he most scorn never knew it in that lonely little closet of his pierre foretasted all that this world hath either of praise or dispraise

and thus foretasting both goblets anticipatingly hurl them both in its teeth all panegyric all denunciation all criticism of any sort would come too late for pierre but man does never give himself up thus a doorless and shutterless house for the four loosened winds of heaven to howl through without still additional dilapidations much oftener than before pierre laid back in his chair with the deadly feeling of faintness much oftener than before came staggering home from his evening walk and from sheer bodily exhaustion economized the breath that answered the anxious inquiries as to what might be done for him and as if all the leagued spiritual inveteracies and malices combined with his general bodily exhaustion were not enough a special corporeal affliction now descended like a sky-hawk upon him his incessant application told upon his eyes that became so effective that some days he wrote with the lids nearly close fearful of opening them wide to the light through the lashes he peered upon the paper which so seemed fretted with wires sometimes he blindly wrote with his eyes turned away from the paper thus unconsciously symbolizing the hostile necessity and distaste the former whereof made of him this most unwilling state's prisoner of letters as every evening after his day's writing was done the proofs of the beginning of his work came home for correction isabel would read them to him they were replete with with errors but preoccupied by the thronging and undiluted pure imaginings of things he became impatient of such minute net-like torments he randomly corrected the worst and let the rest go jeering with himself at the rich harvest thus furnished to the entomological critics but at last he received a tremendous interior intimation to hold off to be still from his unnatural struggle in the earlier progress of his book he had found some relief in making his regular evening walk

through the greatest thoroughfare of the city that so the utter isolation of his soul might feel itself the more intensely from the incessant jogglings of his body against the bodies of the hurrying thousands then he began to be sensible of more fancying stormy nights than pleasant ones for then the great thoroughfares were less thronged and the innumerable shop awnings flapped and beat like schooners broad sails in a gale and the shutters banged like lashed bulwarks and the slates fell hurtling like displaced ships blocks from aloft stemming such tempest through the deserted streets pierre felt a dark triumphant joy that while others he crawled in fear to their kennels he alone defied the storm admiral whose most vindictive peltings of hell-stones striking his iron frame fiery furnace of a body melted into soft dew and so harmlessly trickled from off him by and by of such howling pelting nights he began to bend his steps down the dark narrow side streets in quest of the more secluded and mysterious tap-rooms there he would feel a singular satisfaction in sitting down all dripping in a chair ordering his half-pint of ale before him and drawing over his cap to protect his eyes from the light eye the very faces of the social castaways who here had their haunts from the bitterest midnights but at last he began to feel a distaste for even these and now nothing but the utter night desolation of the obscurest war-housing lanes would content him or be at all sufferable to him among these he had now been accustomed to wind in and out every evening so one night as he paused a moment previous to turning about for home a sudden unwonted and all-pervading sensation seized him he knew not where he was he did not have any ordinary life-feeling at all he could not see though instinctively putting his hand to his eyes he seemed to feel that the lids were open

then he was sensible of a combined blindness and vertigo and staggering before his eyes a million green meteors danced he felt his foot tottering upon the curb he put out his hands and knew no more for the time when he came to himself he found that he was lying crosswise in the gutter dabbled with mud and slime he raised himself to try if he could stand but the fit was entirely gone immediately he quickened his steps homeward forbearing to rest or pause at all on the way lest that rush of blood to his head consequent upon his sudden cessation from walking should again smite him down this circumstance warned him away from those desolate streets lest the repetition of the fit should leave him there to perish by night in unknown and unsuspected loneliness but if that terrible vertigo had been also intended for another and deeper warning. He regarded such added warning, not at all, but again plied heart and brain as before. But now at last, since the very blood in his body had in vain rebelled against his titanic soul. Now the only visible outward symbols of that soul, his eyes, did also turn downright traitors to him, and with more success than the rebellious blood. He had abused them so recklessly that now they absolutely refused to look on paper. He turned them to

on paper and they blinked and shut the pupils of his eyes rolled away from him in their own orbits he put his hand up to them and sat back in his seat then without saying one word he continued there for his usual term suspended motionless blank but next morning it was some few days after the arrival of lucy still feeling that a certain downright infatuation and no less is both unavoidable and indispensable in the composition of any great deep book or even any wholly unsuccessful attempt at any great deep book next morning he returned to the charge but again the pupils of his eyes rolled away from him in their orbits and now a general and nameless torpor some horrible foretaste of death itself seemed stealing upon him chapter four during this state of semi-unconsciousness or rather trance a remarkable dream or vision came to him the actual artificial objects around him slid from him and were replaced by a baseless yet more imposing spectacle of natural scenery but though a baseless vision in itself this airy spectacle assumed very familiar features to pierre it was the phantasmagoria of the mount of the titans a singular height standing quite detached in a wide solitude not far from the grand range of dark blue hills encircling his ancestral manner say what some poets will nature is not so much her own ever-sweet interpreter as the mere supplier of that cunning alphabet whereby selecting and combining as he pleases each man reads his own peculiar lesson according to his own peculiar mind and mood thus a high aspiring but most moody disappointed bard chancing once to visit the meadows and beholding that fine eminence christened it by the name it ever after bore completely extinguishing its former title the delectable mountain one long ago bestowed by an old baptist farmer and hereditary admirer of bunyan and his most marvellous book

from the spell of that name the mountain never afterward escaped for now gazing upon it by the light of those suggestive syllables no poetical observer could resist the apparent felicity of the title for as if indeed the immemorial mount would fain adapt itself to its so recent name some people said that it had insensibly changed its pervading aspect within a score or two of winters nor was this strange conceit entirely without foundation seeing that the annual displacements of huge rocks and gigantic trees were continually modifying its whole front and general contour on the north side where it fronted the old manor house some fifty miles distant the height viewed from the piazza of a soft hazed canopy summer's noon presented a long and beautiful but not entirely inaccessible-looking purple precipice some two thousand feet in air and on each hand sideways sloping down two lofty terraces of pastures those hillside pastures be it said were thickly sown with a small white amaranthine flower which being irreconcilably distateful to the cattle and wholly rejected by them and yet continually multiplying on every and did by no means contribute to the agricultural value of those elevated lands insomuch that for this cause the disheartened dairy tenants of that part of the manor had petitioned their lady landlord for some abatement in their annual tribute of upland grasses in the juni-load rolls of butter in the october crock and steers and heifers on the october hoof with turkeys in the christmas sleigh the small white flower it is arbane the imploring tenants cried the aspiring amaranth every year it climbs and adds new terraces to its sway the immortal amaranth it will not die but last year's flowers survive to this the terrace pastures grow glittering white and in warm june still show like banks of snow

fit token of the sterileness the amaranth begets then free us from the amaranth goodly or be pleased to abate our rent now on a somewhat nearer approach their precipice did not belie its purple promise from the minorial piazza that sweet imposing purple promise which seemed fully to vindicate the bunyanish old title originally bestowed but showed the profuse aerial foliage of a hanging forest nevertheless coming still more nigh long and frequent rents among the mass of leaves revealed horrible glimpses of dark-gripping rocks and mysterious mouths of wolfish caves struck by this most unanticipated view the tourist now quickened his impulsive steps to verify the change by coming into direct with so chameleon a height as he would now speed on the lower ground which from the manor house piazza seemed all a grassy level suddenly merged into a very long and weary acclivity slowly rising close up to the precipices base so that the efforescent grasses rippled against it as the efflorescent waves of some great swell or long rolling below ripple against the water-line of a steep gigantic warship on the sea and as among the rolling sea-like sands of egypt disordered rows of broken sphinxes led to the chiapian pyramid itself so this long acclivity was thickly strewn with enormous rocky masses grotesque in shape and with wonderful features on them which seemed to express that slumbering intelligence visible in some recumbent beasts beasts whose intelligence seems struck dumb in them by some sorrowful inexplicable spell nevertheless round and round those still enchanted rocks hard by their utmost rims and in among their cunning crevices the misanthropic hill-scaling goat nibbled his sweetest food for the rocks so barren in themselves distilled a subtle moisture which fed with greenness all things that grew about their igneous marred

quitting those recumbent rocks you still ascended toward the hanging forest and piercing within its lowermost fringe then suddenly you stood transfixed as a marching soldier confounded at the sight of an impregnable redoubt where he had fancied it a practicable vault to his courageous cunningly masked hitherto by the green tapestry of the interlacing leaves a terrific towering palisade of dark mossy massiness confronted you and trickling with unevaporable moisture distilled upon you from its beetling brow slow thunder showers of water-drops chill as the last dews of death now you stood and shivered in that twilight though it were high noon and burning august down the meads all round and round the grim-scarred rocks rallied and re rallied themselves shot up protruded stretched swelled and eagerly reached forth on every side bristlingly radiating with a hideous repellingness tossed and piled and indiscriminate among these like bridging riffs of logs up jammed in alluvial rushing streams of far arkansas or like great mass and yards of overwhelmed fleets hurled high and dashed domain all splintering together on hovering ridges of the atlantic sea you saw the melancholy trophies which the north wind championing the unquenchable quarrel of the winter had rested from the forests and dismembered them on their own chosen battle-ground in barbarous disdain mid this spectacle of wide and wanton spoil insular noises of falling rocks would boomingly explode upon the silence and fright all the echoes which ran shrieking in and out among the caves as wailing women and children in some assaulted town stark desolation ruin merciless and ceaseless chills and gloom all here lived a hidden life curtained by that cunning purpleness which from the piazza of the manor house so beautifully invested the mountain once called

delectable but now styled titanic beaten off by such undreamed of glooms and steep you now sadly retraced your steps and may have went skirting the inferior sideway terraces of pastures where the multiple and most sterile in odorous in mortalness of the small white flower furnished no element for the mild cow's meditative cud but here and there you still might smell from a farther sweet aeromaticness of clumps of catnip that dear farmhouse herb soon you you would see the modest verger of the plant itself and wheresoever you saw that sight o foundation stones and rotting timbers of log-houses long extinct would also meet your eye their desolation illy hid by the green solicitudes of the unimmigrating herb most fitly named the cat-nip since like the unrunnagate cat though all that's human forsake the place that plant will long abide long bask and bloom on the abandoned heart illy hid for every spring the amaranthine and celestial flower gained on the mortal household herb for every autumn the catnip died but never an autumn made the abaranth to wane the catnip and the amaranth man's earthly household peace and the ever encroaching appetite for god no more now you sideways followed the sad pasture skirt but took your way adown the long declivity fronting the mystic height in midfield again you paused among the recumbent sphinx-like shapes thrown off from the rocky steep you paused fixed by a form defiant a form of awfulness you saw en salatus the titan the most potent of all the giants writhing from out the imprisoning earth turbaned with up-born moss he writhed still though armless resisting with his whole striving trunk the pelion and the asa hurled back at him turbaned with up-born moss he writhed still turning his unconquerable front toward that majestic mount eternal in vain assailed by him and which when it had stormed him off had heaved his undoffable incubus upon him and a rightingly left him there to bay out his ineffectual howl to pierre this wonder shape had always been a thing of interest though hitherto all its latent significance had never fully and intelligibly smitten him in his earlier boyhood a strolling company of young collegian pedestrians had chanced to light upon the rock

and struck with its remarkableness had brought a score of picks and spades and dug round it to unearth it and find whether indeed it were a demoniac freak of nature or some stern thing of antediluvian art accompanying this eager party pierre first beheld that deathless son of terror at that time in its untouched natural state the stature presented nothing but the turbaned head of igneous rock rising from out the soil with its unabascible face turned upward toward the mountain and the bull-like neck clearly defined with distorted features scarred and broken and a black brow mocked by the up-born moss and solotus there subterraneously stood fast frozen into the earth at the junction of the neck spades and picks soon heaved part of his assa from him till at last a circular well was opened round him to the depth of some thirteen feet at that point the wearied young collegians gave over their enterprise and despair with all their toil they had not yet come to the girdle of ancelotus but they had bared good part of his mighty chest and exposed his mutilated shoulders and the stumps of his once audacious arms thus far uncovering his shame in that cruel plight they had abandoned him leaving stark naked at his in vain indignant chest to the defilements of the birds which for untold ages had cast their foulness on his vanquished crest not unworthy to be compared with that leaden titan wherewith the art of marcy and the broad-flung pride of bourbon enriched the enchanted gardens of versailles and from whose still twisted mouth were sixty feet the waters yet up gush in elemental rivalry with those etna flames of old asserted to be the malicious breath of the borne-down giant not unworthy to be compared with that leaden demigod piled with costly rocks and with one bent wrenching knee protruding from the broken bronze not unworthy to be compared with that bold trophy of high art this american ancilladus wrought by the vigorous hand of nature's self it did go farther

than compare it did far surpass that fine figure moulded by the inferior skill of man marcy gave arms to the eternally defenceless but nature more truthful performed an amputation and left the impotent titan without one serviceable ball and socket above the thigh such was the wild scenery the mount of titans and the repulsed group of heaven assaulters with ancilladus in their midst shamefully recumbent at its base such was the wild scenery which now to pier in his strange vision displaced the four blank walls the desk and camp-bed and domineered upon his trance but no longer petrified in all their ignominious attitudes the herded titans now sprung to their feet flung themselves up the slope and anew battered at the precipice's unresounding wall foremost among the maul he saw a moss-turbaned armless giant who despairing of any other motive reeking his immutable hate turned his vast trunk into a battering ram and hurled his own art arched out ribs again and yet again against the invulnerable steep anceladus it is ancelotus pierre cried out in his sleep that moment the phantom faced him and pierre saw anceladus no more but on the titan's armless trunk his own duplicate face and features magnifiedly gleamed upon him with prophetic discomfiture and woe with trembling frame he started from his chair and woke from that ideal horror to all his actual grief chapter v nor did pierre's random knowledge of the ancient fables fail still further to elucidate the vision which so strangely had supplied a tongue to muteness but that elucidation was most repulsively fateful and foreboding possibly because pierre did not leap the final barrier of gloom possibly because pierre did not wilfully rest some final comfort from the fable did not flog this stubborn rock as moses his and force even aridity itself to quench

his painful thirst. Thus smitten the mount of Titans seems to yield this following stream. O, Titan's self, was the son of incestuous Kellus in Terra, the son of incestuous heaven and earth. And Titan married his mother, Tara, another and accumulatively incestuous match, and thereof Encelotus was one issue. So Encelotus was both the son and grandson of an incest, and even thus, they had been born from the organic blended heavenliness, an earthliness of pierre another mixed uncertain heaven aspiring but still not wholly earth emancipated mood which again by its terrestrial taint held down to its terrestrial mother generated there the present doubly incestuous and salatus within him so that the present mood of pierre that reckless sky assaulting mood of his was nevertheless on one side the grandson of the sky for it is according to eternal fitness that the precipitated titan should still seek to regain his paternal birth earth right even by fierce escalate wherefore whoso storms the sky gives best proof he came from thither but whatso crawls contented in the moat before that crystal fort shows it was born within that slime and there forever will abide

recovered somewhat from the after-spell of this wild vision folded in his trance pierre composed his front as best he might and straightway left his fatal closet concentrating all the remaining stuff in him he resolved by an entire and violent change and by a willful act against his own most habitual inclinations to wrestle with the strange malady of his eyes this new death-bein of the trance and this inferno of his titanic vision and now just as he crossed the threshold of the closet he writhingly strove to assume an expression intended to be not uncheerful though how indeed his countenance at all looked he could not tell for dreading some insupportably dark revealments in his glass he had a late wholly abstain from appealing to it and in his mind he rapidly conned over what indifferent disguising or light-hearted gamesome things he should say when proposing to his companions the little design he cherished and even so to grim ensolados the world the gods had chained for a ball to drag at his or freighted feet even so that globe put forth a thousand flowers whose fragile smiles disguised his ponderous load end of book twenty five part two chapter twenty six of pierre or the ambiguities by hermann melville this liverwax recording is in the public domain a walk a foreign portrait a sail and the end chapter one come isabel come lucy we have not had a single walk together yet it is cold but clear and once out of the city we shall find it sunny come get ready now and away for a stroll down to the wharf and then for some of the steamers on the bay no doubt lucy you will find it sunny come get ready now and away for a stroll down to the wharf and then for some of the steamers on the bay no doubt lucy you will

find in the bay scenery some hints for that secret sketch you are so busily occupied with ere real living sitters do come and which you so devotedly work at all alone and behind closed doors upon this lucy's original look of pale rippling pleasantness and surprise evoked by pierre's unformed scene proposition to give himself some relaxation changed into one of infinite mute but unrundrable meaning while her swimming eyes gently yet all bewildered fell to the floor it is finished then cried isabel not unmindful of this by-scene and passionately stepping forward so as to intercept pierre's momentary rapt glance at the agitated lucy that vile book it is finished thank heaven not so said pierre and displacing all disguised a hectic unsummoned expression suddenly came to his face but ere that vile book be finished i must get on some other element than earth i have sat on earth's saddle till i am weary i must now vault over to the other saddle awhile oh seems to me there should be two ceaseless steeds for a bold man to ride the land in the sea and like circus men we should never dismount but only be studied and rested by leaping from one to the other while still side by side they both race round the sun i've been on the land state so long oh i am dizzy thou will never listen to me pierre said lucy slowly there is no need of this incessance training see isabel and i have both offered to be thy amenuencies not in mere copying but in the original writing i am sure that would greatly assist the impossible i fight a duel in which all seconds are forbid

ah pierre pierre cried lucy dropping the shawl in her hand and gazing at him with unspeakable longings of some unfathomable emotion namelessly glanced at lucy isabel slid near to him seized his hand and spoke i will go blind for thee pierre here take out these eyes and use them for glasses so saying she looked with a strange momentary heartiness and defiance at lucy a general half-involuntary movement was now made as if they were about to depart ye are ready go ye before said lucy meekly i will follow nay one on each arm said pierre come as they passed through the low arched vestibule into the street a cheek burnt gamesome sailor passing exclaimed steer small my lad tis a narrow strait thou art in what says he said lucy gently yes it is a narrow strait of a street indeed but pierre felt a sudden tremble transferred to him from isabel who whispered something inarticulate in his ear gaining one of the thoroughfares they drew nearer to a conspicuous placard over a door announcing that above stairs was a gallery of paintings recently imported from europe and now on free exhibition preparatory to their sale by auction though this encounter had been entirely unforeseen by pierre yet yielding to the sudden impulse he at once proposed their visiting the pictures the girls assented and they ascended the stairs in the ante-room a catalogue was put into his hand he paused to give one hurried comprehensive glance at it

among long columns of such names as rubens raphael angelo de manichino da vinci all shamelessly prefaced with the words undoubted or testified pierre met the following brief line number ninety nine a stranger's head by an unknown hand it seemed plain that the whole must be a collection of those wretched imported dobs which with the incredible effrontery peculiar to some of the foreign picture dealers in america were christened by the loftiest names known to art but as the most mutilated torsos of the perfections of antiquity are not unworthy the students attention neither are the most bungling modern incompletenesses for both or torsos one of perished perfections in the past the other by anticipation of yet unfulfilled perfections in the future still as pierre walked along by the thickly hung walls and seemed to detect the infatuated vanity which must have prompted many of these utterly unknown artists in the attempted execution by feeble hand of vigorous themes he could not repress the most melancholy foreboding concerning himself all the walls of the world seemed thickly hung with the empty and impotent scope of pictures grandly outlined but miserably filled the smaller and humbler pictures representing little familiar things were by far the best executed but these though touching him not unpleasingly in one restricted sense awoke no dormant majesties in his soul and therefore upon the whole were contemptible inadequate and unsatisfactory at last pierre and isabel came to that painting of which pierre was capriciously in search number ninety-nine my god see see see cried isabel under strong excitement only my mirror has ever shown me that look before see see

by some mere hocus pocus of chance or subtly designing knavery a real italian gem of art had found its way in to this most hybrid collection of impostures no one who has passed through the great galleries of europe unbewildered by their wonderful multitudinousness of surpassing excellence a redundancy which neutralizes all discrimination or individualizing capacity in most ordinary minds no calm penetrative person can have victoriously run that painted gauntlet of the gods without certain very special emotions called forth by some one or more individual paintings to which however both the catalogues and the criticisms of the greatest connoisseurs deny any all transcending merit at all answering to the effect thus casually produced there is no time now to show fully how this is suffice it that in such instances it is not the abstract excellence always but often the accidental congeniality which occasions this wonderful emotion still the individual himself is apt to impute it to a different cause hence the headlong enthusiastic admiration of some one or two men for things not at all praised by or at most which are indifferent to the rest of the world a matter so often considered inexplicable but in this stranger's head by the unknown hand the abstract general excellence united with the all-surprising accident congeniality in producing an accumulated impression of power upon both pierre and isabel nor was the strangeness of this at all impaired by the apparent uninterestedness of lucy concerning that very picture indeed lucy who owing to the occasional jolting of the crowd had loosened her arm from pierre's and so gradually had gone on along the picture-hall in advance lucy had thus passed the strange

painting without the least special pause and had now wandered round to the precisely opposite side of the hall where at this present time she was standing motionless before a very tolerable copy the only other good thing in the collection of that sweetest most touching but most awful of all feminine heads the sentie of guido the wonderfulness of which head consists chiefly perhaps in a striking suggested contrast half-ident with and half analogous to that almost supernatural one sometimes visible in the maidens of tropical nations namely soft and light blue eyes with an extremely fair complexion veil by funerially jetty hair but with blue eyes and fair complexion the sentje's hair is golden physically therefore all is in strict natural keeping which nevertheless still the more intensifies the suggested fanciful anomaly of so sweetly and seraphically blond a being being double-hitted as it were by the black crape of the two most horrible crimes of one of which she is the object and of the other the agent possible to civilized humanity incest and parricide now this sent she and the stranger were hung at a good elevation in one of the upper tiers and from the opposite walls exactly faced each other so that that in secret they seemed pantomimically talking over and across the heads of the living spectators below with the aspect of the sentg every one is familiar the stranger was a dark comely youthful man's head portentously looking out of a dark shaded ground and ambiguously smiling there was no discoverable drapery the dark head with its crisp curly jetty hair seemed just disentangling itself from out of curtains and

clouds but to isabel in the eye and on the bra were certain shadowy traces of her own unmistakable likeness while to pierre this face was in part as the resurrection of the one he had burnt at the inn not that the separate features were the same but the pervading look of it the subtler interior keeping of the entirety was almost identical still for all this there was an unequivocal aspect of foreignness of europeanism about both the face itself and the general painting. Is it, is it, can it be? whispered Isabel intensely. Now, Isabel knew nothing of the painting, which Pierre had destroyed, but she solely referred to the living being, who, under the designation of her father,

had visited her at the cheerful house to which she had been removed during childhood from the large and unnameable one by the pleasant woman in the coach. Without doubt, though indeed she might not have been it all conscious of it in her own mystic mind she must have somehow vaguely fancied that this being had always through life worn the same aspect to everybody else which he had to her for so very brief an interval of his possible existence solely knowing him or dreaming of him it may have been under that one aspect she could not conceive of him under any other whether or not these considerations touching isabel's ideas occurred to pierre at that one aspect she could not conceive of him under any other whether or not these considerations touching isabel's ideas occurred to pierre at this moment is very improbable at any rate he said nothing to her either to deceive or undeceived either to enlighten or obscure for indeed he was too much riveted by his own far interior emotions to analyze now the co-temporary ones of isabel

so that there here came to pass a not unremarkable thing for though both were intensely excited by one object yet their two minds and memories were thereby directed to entirely different contemplations while still each for the time however unreasonably might have vaguely supposed the other occupied by one and the same contemplation pierre was thinking of the chair portrait isabel of the living face yet isabel's fervid exclamations having reference to the living face were now as it were mechanically responded to by pierre in syllables having reference to the chair portrait nevertheless so subtle and spontaneous was at all that neither perhaps ever afterward discovered this contradiction for events whirled them so rapidly and peremptorily after this that they had no time for those calm retrospective reveries indispensable perhaps to such a discovery is it is it can it be was the intense whisper of isabel no it cannot be it is not replied pierre one of the wonderful coincidences nothing more oh by that word pierre we but vainly seek to explain the inexplicable tell me it is it must be it is wonderful let us be gone and let us keep eternal silence said pierre quickly and seeking lucy they abruptly left the place as before pierre seemingly unwilling to be accosted by any one he knew or who knew his compassion companions unconsciously accelerating their steps while forced for a space to tread the thorough fares chapter two as they hurried on pierre was silent but while thoughts were hurrying and shouting in his heart the most tremendous displacing and revolutionizing thoughts were upheaving in him with reference to isabel nor though at the time he was hardly conscious of such a thing were these thoughts wholly unwelcome to him how did he know that isabel was his sister setting aside on dorothea's nebulous legend to which in some shadowy points here and there isabel's still more nebulous story seemed to fit on

though but uncertainly enough and both of which thus blurredly conjoining narrations regarded in the unscrupulous light of real naked reason were anything but legitimately conclusive and setting aside his own dim reminiscences of his wandering father's death-bed for though in one point of view those reminiscences might have afforded some degree of presumption as to his father's having been the parent of an unacknowledged daughter yet were they entirely inconclusive as to that presumed daughter's identity and the grand point now with pierre was not the general question whether his father had had a daughter but whether assuming that he had had isabel rather than any other living being was that daughter and setting aside all his own manifold and inter-infolding mystic and transcendental persuasions originally born as he now seemed to feel purely of an intense procreative enthusiasm and enthusiasm no longer so all potential with him as of your setting all these aside and coming to the plain palpable facts how did he know that isabel was his sister nothing that he saw in her face could he remember as having seen in his father's the chair portrait that was the entire sum and substance of all possible rakeable downright presumptive evidence which peculiarly appealed to his own separate self yet here was another portrait of a complete stranger a european a portrait imported from across the seas and to be sold at public auction which was just as strong an evidence as the other then the original of this second portrait was as much the father of isabel as the original of the chair portrait but perhaps there was no original at all to this second portrait it might have been a pure fancy piece to which concede indeed the uncharacterizing style of the filling up seemed to furnish no small testimony

with such bewildering meditations as these in him running up like clasping waves upon the strand of the most latent sequencies of his soul and with both isabel and lucy bodily touching his sides as he walked the feelings of pierre were entirely untranslatable into any words that can be used of late to pierre much more vividly than ever before the whole story of isabel had seemed an enigma a mystery and imaginative delirium especially since he had got so deep into the inventional mysteries of his book for he who is most practically and deeply conversant with mysticisms and mysteries he who professionally deals in mysticisms and mysteries himself often that man more than anybody else is disposed to regard such things in others as very deceptively bejuggling and likewise is apt to be rather materialistic in all his own merely personal notions as in their practical lives with priests of the lewzinian religions and more than any other man is often inclined at the bottom of his soul to be uncompromisingly sceptical on all novel visionary hypotheses of any kind it is only the no mystics or the half mystics who properly speaking are credulous so that in pierre was presented the apparent anomaly of a mind which by becoming really profound in itself grew sceptical of all tendered profundities whereas the contrary is generally supposed by some strange arts isabel's wonderful story might have been some way or for some cause forged for her in her childhood and craftily impressed upon her youthful mind which so like a slight mark in a young tree had now enlargingly grown with her growth till it had become this immense staring marvel tested by anything real practical and reasonable what less probable for instance than that fancy crossing of the sea in her childhood when upon pierre's subsequent questioning of her

she did not even know that the sea was salt chapter three in the midst of all these mental confusions they arrived at the wharf and selecting the most inviting of the various boats which lay about them in three or four adjacent ferry slips and one which was bound for half-hour sail across the wide beauty of that glorious bay they soon found themselves afloat and in swift-lighting motion they stood leaning on the rail of the guard as the sharp craft darted out from among the lofty pine forests of ship's masts and the tangled under brush and cane brakes of the dwarfed sticks of sloops and scowls soon the spires of stone on the land blent with the mass of wood on the water the crotch of the twin rivers pressed the great wedge city almost out of sight they swept by two little islets distant from the shore they wholly curved away from the domes of freestone and marble and gained the great sublime dome of the bay's wide-open waters small breeze had been felt in the pent city that day but the fair breeze of naked nature now blew in their faces the waves began to gather and roll and just as they gained a point where still beyond between high promontories of fortresses the wide bay visibly sluiced into the atlantic isabel convulsively grasped the arm up here and convulsively spoke i feel it i feel it it is it is what feelest thou what is it the motion the motion dost thou not understand pierre said lucy eyeing with concern and wonder his pale staring aspect the waves it is the motion of the waves that isabel speaks of look they are rolling direct from the sea now again pierre lapsed into a still stranger silence and reverie

it was impossible altogether to resist the force of this striking corroboration of by far the most surprising and improbable thing in the whole surprising and improbable story of isabel well did he remember her vague reminiscence of the teetering sea that did not slope exactly as the floors of the unknown abandoned old house among the french-like mountains well plunged in these mutually neutralizing thoughts of the strange picture in the last exclamations of isabel the boat arrived at its destination a little hamlet on the beach not very far from the great blue sluice way into the ocean which was now yet more distinctly visible than before don't let us stop here cried isabel look let us go through there bell must go through there see see out there from the blue yonder yonder far away out far far away and away and away out away out where the two blues meet and are nothing bell must go why isabel murmured lucy that would be to go to far england or france thou wouldst find but few friends in far france isabel friends in far france and what friends have i here art thou my friend in thy secret heart dost thou wish me well and for thee pier what am i but a vile clog to thee dragging thee back from all thy felicity yes i will yonder yonder out there i will unhand me let me plunge for an instant lucy looked incoherently from one to the other but both she and pierre now mechanically again seized isabel's frantic arms as they were again thrown over the outer rail of the boat they dragged her back they spoke to her they sued her but though less vehement isabel still looked deeply distrustfully at lucy and deeply reproachfully at pierre they did not leave the boat as intended too glad were they all when it unloosed from its fastenings and turned about upon the backward trip

stepping to shore pierre once more hurried his companions through the unavoidable publicity of the thorough affairs but less rapidly proceeded soon as they gained the more secluded streets chapter four gaining the apostles and leaving his his two companions through the privacy of their chambers pierre sat silent and intent by the stove in the dining-room for a time and then was on the point of entering his closet from the corridor when delhi suddenly following him said to him that she had forgotten to mention it before but he would find two letters in his room which had been separately left at the door during the absence of the party he passed into the closet and slowly shooting the bolt which for want of something better happened to be an old blunted dagger walked with his cap yet unmoved slowly up to the table and beheld the letters they were lying with their sealed sides up one in either hand he lifted them and held them straight out sideways from him i see not the writing no not yet by mine own eye that they are meant for me yet in these hands i feel that i now hold the final poignards that shall stab me and by stabbing me make me too a most swift stabber in the recoil which point for first this he tore open the left-hand letter sir you are a swindler upon the pretence of writing a popular novel for us you have been receiving cash advances from us while passing through our press the sheets of a blasphemous rhapsody filched from the vile atheist lucian and voltaire our great press of publication has hitherto prevented our slightest inspection of our readers proofs of your book send not another sheet to us our bill for printing thus far and also for our cash advances swindled out of us by you is now in the hands of our lawyer who is instructed to proceed with instant rigor sign steel flint in asbestos

he folded the left-hand letter and put it beneath his left heel and stood upon it so and then opened the right-hand letter thou pierre glendinny art a villainous and perjured liar it is the sole object of this letter imprintedly to convey the point-blank lie to thee that taken in at thy home heart it may be thence pulsed with thy blood throughout thy system we have let some interval pass inactive to confirm and solidify our hate separately and together we brand thee in thy every lung cell a liar liar because that is the scornfulest and loathsomest title for a man which in itself is the compend of all infamous things signed glendinning stanley frederick tartan he folded the right-hand letter and put it beneath his right heel then folding his two arms stood upon both the letters these are most small circumstances but happening just now to me become indices to all immensities for now am i hate shod on these i will skate to my acquittal no longer do i hold terms with aught world's bread of life and world's breath of honour both are snatched from me but i defy all world's bread and breath and breath here i step out before the drawn-up worlds in widest space and challenge one and all of them to battle o glen o fred most fraternally do i leap to your rib-crushing hugs oh how i love ye too that ye can make me lively hate in a world which elsewise only merits stagnant scorn now then where is this swindler's this coiner's book here on this vile counter over which the coiner thought to pass it to the world here was will i nail it fast for a detected cheat and thus nailed fast now do i spit upon it and so get the start of the wise world's worst abuse of it now i go out to meet my fate walking toward me in the street

as with had on and glen and frederick's letter invisibly crumpled in his hand he as it were somnambulously passed into the room of isabel she gave loose to a thin long shriek at his wondrous white and haggard plight and then without the power to start or toward him sat petrified in her chair as one embalmed and glazed with icy varnish he heeded her not but passed straight on through both intervening rooms and without a knock unpremeditatedly entered lucy's chamber he would have passed out of that also into the corridor without one word but something stayed him the marvel girl sat before her easel a small box of pointed charcoal and some pencils by her side her painter's wand held out against the frame the charcoal pencil suspended into fingers while with the same hand holding a crust of bread she was lightly brushing the portrait paper to efface some ill-considered stroke the floor was scattered with the bread-crumbs and charcoal dust he looked behind the easel and saw his own portrait in the skeleton at the first glimpse of him lucy started not nor stirred but as if her own wand had there enchanted her sat tranced dead embers of departed fires lie by thee thou paled girl with dead embers thou seekest to relume the flame of all extinguished love weighs not so that bread eat it in bitterness he turned and entered the corridor and then with outstretched arms paused between the two outer doors of isabel and lucy for ye too my most undiluted prayer is now that from your here unseen unfrozen chairs ye may never stir alive the fool of truth the fool of virtue the fool of fate now quits ye for ever as he now sped down the long winding passage some one eagerly hailed him from a stair what what my boy where now in such a squally hurry hallo i say

but without heeding him at all pierre drove on milthorpe looked anxiously and alarmedly after him a moment and made a movement in pursuit but paused again there was ever a black vein in this glendening and now that vein is swelled as if it were just one peg above a tourniquet drawn over tight i skis dearest dogg him now yet my heart misgives me that i should shall i go to his rooms and ask what black thing this is that have befallen him no not yet might be thought officious they say i'm given to that i'll wait something may turn up soon i'll into the front street and saunter some and then we'll see chapter v pierre passed on to a remote quarter of the building and abruptly entered the room of one of the apostles whom he knew there was no one in it he hesitated an instant then walked up to a bookcase with a chest of drawers in the lower part here i saw him put them this snow here i will try this wrenching open the locked drawer a brace of pistols of powder flask a bullet-bag and a round green box of percussion caps lay before him ha what wondrous tools for me used who knows but more wondrous these that in an instant can unmake the topmost threescore years and ten of all prometheus makings come here's two tubes that'll out roar the thousand pipes of harlem is the music in em no well then here's powder for the shrill treble and wadding for the tenor and a lead bullet for the concluding bass and and i for the top wadding i'll send em back their lie and planted scorching in their brains he tore off that part of glen and fred's letter which more particularly gave the lie and having it rammed it home upon the bullets he thrust a pistol into either breast of his coat and taking the rearward passages went down into the back street directing his rapid steps toward the grand central thoroughfare of the city

it was a cold but clear quiet and slantingly sunny day it was between four and five of the afternoon that hour when the great glaring avenue was a cold but clear quiet and slantingly sunny day it was between four and five of the afternoon that hour when the great glaring avenue was most thronged with haughty rolling carriages and proud wrestling promenaders both men and women but these last were mostly confined to the one wide pavement to the west the other pavement was well now deserted save by porters waiters and parcel carriers of the shops on the west pave up and down for three long miles two streams of glossy shawled or broadcloth life unceasingly brushed by each other as long resplendent drooping trains of rival peacock's brush mixing with neither of these pierre stalked midway between from his wild and fatal aspect one way the people took the wall the other way they took the curb unentangledly pierre threaded all their host though in its most in most heart bent he was on a straightforward mathematical intent his eyes were all about him as he went especially he glanced over to the deserted pavement opposite for that emptiness did not deceive him he himself had often walked outside the better to scan the pouring throng upon the other just as he gained a large open triangular space built round with the stateliest public erections the very proscenium of the town he saw glen and fred advancing in the distance on the other side he continued on and soon he saw them crossing over to him obliquely so as to take him face to face he continued on when suddenly running ahead of fred who now chafingly stood still because fred would not make two in the direct personal assault upon one and shouting liar villain glen leaped toward pierre from front and with such lightning-like ferocity that the simultaneous blow of his cowhide smoke pierre across the cheek and left a half-lid and half-blooded brand

for that one moment the people fell back on all sides from them and left them momentarily recoiled from each other in a ring of panics but clapping both hands to his two breasts pierre on both sides shaking off the sudden white grasp of two rushing girls tore out both pistols and rushed headlong upon glen for thy one blow take here two deaths tis speechless sweet to murder thee spatterings of his own kindred blood were upon the pavement his own hand had extinguished his house in slaught the only unoutlawed human being by the name of glendinning and pierre was seized by a hundred contending hands chapter six that sundown pierre stood solitary in a low dungeon of the city prison the cumbers stone ceiling almost rested on his brow so that the long tiers of massive cell galleries above seemed partly piled on him his immortal immovable bleached cheek was dry but the stone cheeks of the walls were trickling the pent twilight of the contracted yard coming through the barred arrow slit fell in dim bars upon the granite floor here then is the untimely timely end life's last chapter well stitched in the middle nor book nor author of the book had to beck any sequel though each hath its last lettering it is ambiguous still had i been heartless now disowned and spurningly portioned off the girl at saddle-metters then had i been happy through a long life on earth and perchance through a long eternity in heaven now tis merely hell in both worlds well be it hell i will mould a trumpet of the flames and with my breath of flame breathe back my defiance but give me first another body i long and long to die to be rid of this dishonoured cheek hung by the neck till thou be dead not if i forestall you though oh now to live is death and now to die his life now to my soul were a sword my midwife hark the hangman who comes

thy wife and cousin so they say hope they may be they may stay till twelve weasingly answered the attorney key pushing the tottowing girls into the cell and locking the door upon them ye two pale ghosts were this the other world ye were not welcome away good angel and bad angel both for pierre is neuter now o ye stony roofs and sevenfold stony skies not thou art the murderer but thy sister hath murdered thee my brother o my brother at these wailed words from isabel lucy shrunk up like a scroll and noiselessly fell at the feet of pierre he touched her heart dead girl wife or sister saint or fiend seizing isabel in his grasp but in thy breast life for infants lodgeth not but death-milk for thee and me the drug and tearing her bosom loose he sees the secret vile nesting there chapter seven at night the squat framed asthmatic turn key tramped to dim-lit iron gallery before one of the long honey-combed rows of cells mighty still there in that hole them two mice i let in humph suddenly at the further end of the gower he discerned her shattery figure emerging from the archway there and running on before an officer and impetuously approaching where the turnkeys stood more relations coming these wind-broken chaps are always in before the second death seeing they always miss the first what a froth the fellow's in wheeze is worse than me where is she cried fred tartan fiercely to him she's not at the murderers rooms i sought the sweet girl there instant upon the blow but the lone dumb thing is she cried fred tartan fiercely to him she's not at the murderers rooms i sought the sweet girl there instant upon the blow but the lone dumb thing but the lone dumb thing but the lone thing i found there only wrung her speechless hands and pointed to the door both birds were flown where is she turnkey i have searched all links and breaths but this hath any angel swept a-down and lighted in your granite hell

broken his wind and broken loose too ain't he wheeze the turnkey to the officer who now came up this gentleman seeks a young lady his sister some way innocently connected with the prisoner last brought in have any females been here to see him oh i two of em in there now jerking his stump thumb behind him fred darted toward the designated cell oh easy easy young gentleman jingling at his huge bunch of keys easy easy till i get the picks i'm housewife here hollow here comes another hurrying through the same archway toward them there now rapidly advanced a second impetious figure running on in advance of a second officer where's the cell demanded milthor he seeks an interview with the last prisoner explained the second officer kill em both with one stone then wheeze the turnkey gratingly throwing open the door of the cell there's his pretty parlour gentlemen step in regular mouse-hole aren't it might hear a rabbit burrow on the world's t'other side are they all sleep i stumble cried fred from within lucy alight alight lucy and he wildly groped about the cell and blindly caught milthorpe who was also wildly groping blister me not take off thy bloody touch ho ho the light lucy lucy she's fainted then both stumbled again and fell from each other in the cell and for a moment all seemed still as though all breaths were held as the light was now thrust in fred was seen on the floor holding his sister in his arms and milthorpe kneeling by the sight of pierre the unresponsive hand in his while isabel feebly moving reclined between against the wall yes yes dead dead without one visible wound her sweet plumage hides it thou hellish carrion this is thy hellish work thy jugglers rifle brought down this heavenly bird oh my god my god thou scalpest me with this sight

the dark veins burst and here's the deluge wreck all stranded here ah pierre my old companion pierre schoolmate playmate friend our sweet boys walks within the woods oh i would have rallied thee and banteringly warned thee from thy two moody ways but thou wouldst never heed what scornful innocence rests on thy lips my friend hands scorched with murderous powder yet how woman soft by heaven these fingers moot one speechless clasp all's oar al's or and you know him not came gasping from the wall and from the fingers of isabel dropped an empty vial as it had been a run-out sand-glass and shivered upon the floor and her whole form sloped sideways and she fell upon pierre's heart and her long hair ran over him and arbored him in ebine vines end of chapter twenty six end of pierre for the ambiguities by hermann melville