THE STREAM OF LOVE RUNS ON WHITHER?

DAYS are like years in the love of the young, when no bar, no obstacle, is between their hearts--when the sun shines, and the course runs smooth -- when their love is prosperous and confessed. Ione no longer concealed from Glaucus the attachment she felt for him, and their talk now was only of their love. Over the rapture of the present, the hopes of the future glowed like the heaven above the gardens of spring. They went in their trustful thoughts far down the stream of time; they laid out the chart of their destiny to come; they suffered the light of today to suffuse the morrow. In the youth of their hearts it seemed as if care, and change, and death, were as things unknown. Perhaps they loved each other the more, because the condition of the world left to Glaucus no aim and no wish but love ; because the distractions common in free states to men's affection existed not for the Athenian; because his country wooed him not to the bustle of civil life; because ambition furnished no counterpoise to love : and, therefore, over their schemes and their projects, love only reigned. In the iron age they imagined themselves of the golden, doomed only to live and to love.

To the superficial observer, who interests himself only in characters strongly marked and broadly colored, both the lovers may seem of too slight and commonplace a mold; in the delineation of characters purposely subdued the reader sometimes imagines that there is a want of character; perhaps, indeed, I wrong, the real nature of these two lovers by not painting more, impressively their stronger individualities. But in dwelling so much on their bright and bird-like existence, I am influenced almost insensibly by the forethought of the changes that await them, and for which they are so ill-prepared. It was this very softness and gayety of life that contrasted most strongly the vicissitudes of their coming fate. For the oak without fruit or blossom, whose hard and rugged heart is fitted for the storm, there is less fear than for the delicate branches of the myrtle, and the laughing clusters of the vine.

They had now advanced far into August the next month their marriage was fixed, and the threshold of Glaucus was already wreathed with garlands; and nightly, by the door of Ione, he poured forth the rich libations. He existed no longer for his gay companions; he was ever with Ione. In the mornings they beguiled the sun with music; in the evenings they forsook the crowded haunts of the gay for excursions on the water, or along the fertile and vine-clad plains that lay beneath the fatal mount of Vesuvius. The earth shook no more; the lively Pompeians forgot even that there had gone forth so terrible a warning of their approaching doom. Glaucus imagined that convulsion, in the vanity of his heathen religion, an especial interposition of the gods, less in behalf of his own safety than that of Ione. He offered up the sacrifices of gratitude at the temples of his faith; and even the altar of Isis was covered with his votive garlands ; as to the prodigy of the animated marble, he blushed at the effect it had produced on him. He believed it, indeed, to have been wrought by the magic of man; but the result convinced him that it betokened not the anger of a goddess.

Of Arbaces, they heard only that he still lived; stretched on the bed of suffering, he recovered slowly from the effect of the shock he had sustained, he left the lovers unmolested; but it was only to brood over the hour and the method of revenge.

Alike in their mornings at the house of Ione, and in their evening excursions, Nydia was usually their constant, and often their sole companion. They did not guess the secret fires which consumed her; the abrupt freedom with which she mingled in their conversation ; her capricious and often her peevish moods found ready indulgence in the recollection of the service they owed her, and their compassion, for her affliction. They felt an interest in her, perhaps the greater and more affectionate from the very strangeness and waywardness of her nature, her singular alternations of passion and softness the mixture of ignorance and genius of delicacy and rudeness of the quick humors of the child, and the proud calmness of the woman.

Although she refused to accept of freedom, she was constantly suffered to be free ; she went where she listed; no curb was put either on her words or actions; they felt for one so darkly fated, and so susceptible of every wound, the same pitying and compliant indulgence the mother feels for a spoiled and sickly child dreading to impose authority, even where they imagined it for her benefit.

She availed herself of this license by refusing the companionship of the slave whom they wished to attend her. With the slender staff by which she guided her steps she went now, as in her former unprotected state, along the populous streets ; it was almost miraculous to perceive how quickly and how dexterously she threaded every crowd, avoiding every danger, and could find her benighted way through the most intricate windings of the city. But her chief delight was still in visiting the few feet of ground which made the garden of Glaucus ; in tending the flowers that at least repaid her love.

Sometimes she entered the chamber where he sat and sought a conversation, which she nearly always broke off abruptly, for conversation with Glaucus only tended to one subject Ione; and that name from his lips inflicted agony upon her.

Often she bitterly repented the service she had rendered to Ione ; often she said inly:

If she had fallen, Glaucus could have loved her no longer ;" and then dark and fearful thoughts crept into her breast.

She had not experienced fully the trials that were in store for her when she had been thus generous. She had never before been present when Glaucus and Ione were together; she had never heard that voice so kind to her, so much softer to another.

The shock that crushed her heart with the tidings that Glaucus loved had at first only saddened and benumbed; by degrees jealousy took a wilder and fiercer shape it partook of hatred it whispered revenge.

As you see the wind only agitate the green leaf upon the bough, while the leaf which has lain withered and seared on the ground, bruised and trampled upon, till the sap and life are gone, is suddenly whirled aloft now here, now there without stay and without rest ; so the love which visits the happy and the hopeful bath but freshness on its wings ! its violence is but sportive. But the heart that hath fallen from the green things of life, that is without hope, that hath no summer in its fibers, is torn and whirled by the same wind that but caresses its brethren ; it hath no bough to cling to it is dashed from path to path till the wind falls, and it is crushed into the mire forever.

The friendless childhood of Nydia had hardened prematurely her character ; perhaps the heated scenes of profligacy through which she had passed, seemingly unscratched, had ripened her passions, though they had not sullied her purity.

The orgies of Burbo might only have disgusted, the banquets of the Egyptian might only have terrified, at the moment ; but the winds that pass unheeded over the soil leave seeds behind them.

As darkness, too, favors the imagination, so, perhaps, her very blindness contributed to feed with wild and delirious visions of love of the unfortunate girl.

The voice of Glaucus had been the first that bad sounded musically to her ear ; his kindness made a deep impression upon her mind ; when he had left Pompeii in the former year, she had treasured up in her heart every word he had uttered ; and when anyone told her that this friend and patron of the poor flower-girl was the most brilliant and the most graceful of the young revellers of Pompeii, she had felt a pleasing pride in nursing his recollection.

Even the task which she imposed upon herself, of tending his flowers, served to keep him in her mind; she associated him with all that was most charming to her impressions ; and when she had refused to express what image she fancied Ione to resemble, it was partly, perhaps, that whatever was bright and soft in her nature she had already combined with the thought of Glaucus.

If any of my readers ever loved at an age which they would now smile to remember, an age in which fancy forestalled the reason; let them say whether that love, among all its strange and complicated delicacies, was not, above all other and later passions, susceptible of jealousy ? I seek not here the cause, ; I know that it is commonly the fact.

When Glaucus returned to Pompeii, Nydia had told another year of life; that year, with its sorrows, its loneliness, its trials, had greatly developed her mind and heart; and when the Athenian drew her unconsciously to his breast, deeming her still in soul as in years a child when he kissed her smooth cheek, and wound his arm around her trembling frame, Nydia felt suddenly, and as by revelation, that those feelings she had long and innocently cherished were of love.

Doomed to be rescued from tyranny by Glaucus, doomed to take shelter under his roof doomed to breathe, but for so brief a time, the same air and doomed, in the first rush of a thousand happy, grateful, delicious sentiments of an overflowing heart, to hear that he loved another; to be commissioned to that other, the messenger, the minister ; to feel all at once that utter nothingness which she was which she ever must be, but which, till then, her young mind had not taught her that utter nothingness to him who was all to her ; what wonder that, in her wild and passionate soul, all the elements jarred discordant ; that if love reigned over the whole, it was not the love which is born of the more sacred and soft emotions ?

Sometimes she dreaded only lest Glaucus should discover her secret ; sometimes she felt indignant that it was not suspected ; it was a sign of contempt could he imagine that she presumed so far her feelings to Ione ebbed and flowed with every hour now she loved her because he did ; now she hated her for the same cause.

There were moments when she could have murdered her unconscious mistress ; moments when she could have laid down life for her.

These fierce and tremulous alternations of passion were too severe to be borne long. Her health gave way, though she felt it not her cheek paled her step grew feebler tears came to her eyes more often, and relieved her less.

One morning, when she repaired to her usual task in the garden of the Athenian, she found Glaucus under the columns of the peristyle, with a merchant of the town; he was selecting jewels for his destined bride. He had already fitted up her apartment; the jewels he bought that day were placed also within it they were never fated to grace the fair form of Ione; they may be seen at this day among the disinterred treasures of Pompeii, in the chambers of the studio at Naples.

"Come hither, Nydia; put down thy vase, and come hither. Thou must take this chain from me stay there, I have put it on. There, Servilius, does it not become her?"