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conjurations, the scene seemed invested with a refinement of purity
that exceeded the compass of instinct, raising our capacities for the
realization of beauty, with a halcyon blending, for the perception of
an enduring affection. Spell-bound within our enclosure, delightfully
absorbed with our thoughtful contemplations, and nectarious
impressions, varied with occasional voiceful melodies, concerted in
time to the movements of busy hands and feet, we were startled
from our reveries, and retranslated back to the grossness of
appetite, by the exclamation, “Oh, for a Tobias sausage, well
underlayed and flanked with gamey kraut, and a mug of foamy
lager, for I am as hungry as a bear.”
The body of Dr. Baāhar appeared in the rear of this hungry
ejaculation, enveloped in flowers and cuttings bestowed by the
teachers from the garden growths cultivated by the pupils. In a
moment the carols of the kitchen celestas ceased, and sidelong
glances were directed to the hedge to detect the intruder whose
guttural accents betrayed the profanity of his petition. The effect
produced by this interruption may be truthfully likened to the hush
imposed upon the twilight warblings of the water-thrush, swayed in
tuneful measure upon the spray by the evening zephyr, and the
rippling accompaniment of a flowing stream, when its evening carols
are suddenly checked and silenced, for the night, by the croaking
heralds of darkness from the sedgy confines of a neighboring bog.
Even the padre, whose stomach had many a time and oft
remonstrated with indigestive harshness against the introduction of
crab salad,—saur-kraut’s English and American cousin,—egg-nogs,
brandy smashes, and like poetical compounds for its disposal, stood
aghast at this profanation of the divinities’ edible incantations.
Finding himself unexpectedly subjected to an array of admonitory
glances, his eyes sought through the openings in the hedge the
cause of his cool reception, and with its revelation became aware of
his invocation’s apostate grossness. As he stood peering through the
leafy screen, forgetful of his flowery decorations, he looked like a
satyr wood-god of ancient devisement, in orchidean envelope,
regaling his sight with a surreptitious view of the grove nymphs
while adorning their persons for the festal mysteries.
Correliana, who came with the teachers to escort us to the refectory
colonnade, with the desire of the scholars that we would test the
relish of their food preparations, aided in disrobing the doctor of his
flowery dress; this accomplished we joined the parents and children
who were waiting to receive us in the vestibule. The tables were
covered with cloths of tinted white interwoven from the fibres of the
plantain and tree silk-floss, which produced a novel effect. This cloth
was styled Tapalmtræ, a web of lighter texture being used for
raiment. When seated, the Dosch addressing us from the platform of
the tympano-microscope, which had been transferred from the
prætor’s table for the day, asked us to bestow our critical attention
upon the cloth, to detect its conservative peculiarities for cleanly
protection and rejection of corrupt attaint. The brightness, purity,
and softness of the fabric, had not only attracted our attention as
consonant with the characteristics of Correliana, on the occasion of
our first interview, although reduced for the supply of others’
necessities, to the limits of modesty, in extremity, but had with the
scientific zest of curiosity been the subject of speculative
investigation after our arrival in Heraclea. But since our introduction
to the Manatitlans, it had only attracted our attention, feeling well
assured that all in accruance for mutual benefit would in season be
made known. “Its apparent peculiarities, in their partial perfection,
we have been enabled to bestow upon the Heracleans,” explained
the Dosch, “for their advantage during the trials of the siege.
Although, from the lack of material, and means of elaboration,
imperfect in comparison with our attainments in its illimitable
adaptation for the fulfillment of all material requirements for
protection, it has subserved with them for the supply of a protective
agent to their textile fabrics, conservative in transmissible durability
and sanitary purity. Its special adaptative qualities are the extremes
of mobility and immobility, and imponderability in degree sufficient
for relieving the impressions of weight. These, together with a non-
adhesive surface, with a capability for rendering it elastic and non-
elastic to either extreme, and indestructible from exposure to the
elements, have served as invaluable aids for comfort and their
preservation. As an effective aid for increasing the durability of
textile fabrics, you can judge when I state that the garments and
cloths are heir-looms of centuries’ transmission as well with the
Heracleans as with our race; an electrical current keeping them
repulsively free from impurity, they are to all intents new to each
succeeding generation.”
Padre. “Why, what a boon the art will prove to the world? especially
to the poor, who will esteem you their benefactors forevermore.”
Dosch. “It has, with many other attainments, been achieved by
goodness for the perfection of purity; and as the miseries of your
race are self-inflicted from the stupidity of over-indulgence, its
bestowal upon them, in their present state, would prove an
encouragement to evil, rather than for its abatement. From this
consideration we do not intend to hold ourselves culpable by offering
it as a premium for the cultivation of selfish greed and luxurious
indulgence. The scientific improvements of your progressive race in
the adaptation of vegetable, animal, and metallic productions for the
development of their tiger instincts, is quite sufficient for the
exemplification of their delusive aspirations, without prostituting the
labors of affection for the encouragement of envious hatred.”
Padre. “But do you arrogate to yourselves greater goodness in your
decrees than God, who bestows sun and rain on the good and evil
alike?”
Dosch. “Your distinction of Creative indications in the bestowal of
gifts, is, in delusive appeal an assumption characteristic with
sectarianism. It should be evident to perception, that Creative
benefactions extend to the whole creation, to the reptile, and
monkey, as well as to the higher grades of mankind. But the
endowment of humanity with powers of discernment to distinguish
between good and evil, is an indication of intention that directly
implies the privilege of choice for securing the results of happiness
or misery. In other words, if man prostitutes his privilege, and makes
a brute of himself, he must expect the living void of bestiality, and
incapacity for present happiness, with its affectionate premonitions
of immortality.”
When seated, the prætor, while acknowledging the superiority of
knives and forks, drew from his hand its transparent glove, offering
it as an apology for the use of their fingers in eating, by showing
that it was repellant to adhesive matter. Although instructed in the
use of chop-sticks, and knives and forks, they were not yet proficient
in their use, and would prefer the use of their fingers with their
silicoth gloves if the habit would not offend? This accorded, a
maiden was self-assigned to each guest who adjusted Mappas
(napkins) to their necks. Luocuratia, radiant with blushes and smiles,
assumed the charge of M. Hollydorf, assisted by an Indian maiden of
singular beauty. Correliana observing the curious interest excited by
her presence and others of her race, introduced her by the name of
Toitla, as one of their foster sisters of the Betongo tribe, taken when
infants and adopted for a hostage education; their parents visiting
them whenever an opportunity offered without attracting the notice
of their savage allies, a swinging bridge having been constructed for
the northern basin of the falls to facilitate their entrance and exit
unobserved. “To their gratitude,” she exclaimed with tearful eyes,
“we are indebted for the food that preserved us from starvation,
when the malignant river savages sowed caterpillars and other
noxious grubs upon the wind, from the brink of the precipice, which
destroyed our means of subsistence.”
After the first course of maize and banana-bread,—styled by the
padre crumpets, while under the moulding pressure of Luocuratia’s
fair hands,—the elder maidens seated themselves beside their
parents, the little ones taking their places, their busy eyes watchful
for an opportunity to render aid in supplying the wants of their
parents and guests. So well versed were they in the language of
eyes, tongues were rarely used. Our most skillful performer with the
knife and fork caused them to stand on tiptoe with wonder, in view
of their rapid alternations in the transfer of food to his mouth,
although himself unmindful of special notice. Whether the
pantomimic expressions evoked from their symmetrical hands, arms,
and questioning eyes, were elicited from the quantity or facile speed
in the disposal of food, we could not judge. At the close of the
refection, the prætor remarked, that the impression of their debt of
gratitude was accumulating so fast from an increase in happiness,
they felt sensitively the poverty of their resources for making
suitable returns. “But if you will only wait with confidence, our
dispositions will find some method of recompense that will prove
more acceptable than metallic gold?”
Mr. Welson assured him if true happiness could be considered a
meed for equivalent reciprocation, the Heracleans had conferred far
more by their example than they had received.
Dosch. “Then you must fain remain content with each other, and
bestow your mutual aid upon the less favored for the recognition of
your source of happiness. As the day is drawing to a close, perhaps
Dr. Baāhar will favor us, and the other children, with his impressions
and ideas derived from his associations of the day?”
The doctor, without apology, responded as follows: “During the day I
have been so enchanted with the harmonizing voices of the parents
and children, free from chiding, whining importunities and
reproachful bitterness, common to our schools, both male and
female, that I was often prompted to speak to you of the effect that
has ever been accorded to harmony in musical concord, from the
remotest antiquity; but checked myself from reverting to classical
fables in view of the brighter reality of your example, which has
impressed me with the reflection of a future, made glorious with the
realization of your true affection, as the only abiding source of
happiness. We feel ourselves novices in appreciation and capacity for
reciprocation, as well as in the power of self-command, but will
treasure your loving example for a clearer perception of our faults of
omission and commission. Notwithstanding our gratitude has but
recently emerged from its cocoon of selfishness, we feel that its rays
are brighter, warmer, and more kindly in their influence and
extension, and truly hope that we shall be able to reflect your
example for the lasting good of the well disposed. If the possibility
or probability of reducing a woman’s tongue, young or old, of any
race, to the limits of useful, witty, or consoling speech, dictated from
thoughtful impressions for kindly reciprocation, had been advocated
in my presence by the members of the royal scientific societies of
London, Paris, or Berlin, I should have given less heed to their
arguments in support of feasibility, than to the babblings of a brook.
Or if in prophecy, the scenes of to-day had been foretold as a
probable event likely to occur by any transition, I should have
attributed its source to the fantastical chimeras of a fool. Moreover, if
in thought suggestion the Manatitlan auramentors had substituted
the idea that I could improve upon ancestral precedents, I should
have thought myself, when free from their influence, subject to the
freaks of insanity. Albeit not much given to respect in following
advice, or imitating parental example in my youth, still both law and
gospel forbade one to think himself wiser in his generation than his
antecedents; from this prevailing authority we expected that our
men would wield their swords, and the women their tongues, in
opposition to their own promulgated ways and means of salvation,
to the end. From the light of this morning’s example I can realize, in
view of the past, that inconsistency is the soul of instinctive
selfishness, as well as the ‘substance’ of law and gospel, upon which
we found our vaunted civilization. In addition, your system of
education founded upon the practical adaptation of study to the
requirements of life, makes me feel that I have used my brain as a
store-house for the vile and useless lumber of past ages, which had
better have been buried in the instinctive grave of oblivion. In fact, I
have hibernated in common with the class styled learned men, in
company with the corrupt bodies of a dead ancestry; and while
subject to the winter gloom of instinct, have existed in ritualistic
dependence upon the fancied nutriment derived from sucking my
mental paws, while in truth exhausting my resources of vitality, and
hopes of immortality. But whatever there is in me left of rational
appreciation, capable of being cultivated in diversion from the
baneful influence of the past, shall be devoted to the welfare of
future generations, for the abatement of selfish greed which seeks
to accumulate in excess of self-requirements to the detriment of
others.”
At the close of the doctor’s declaration of faith, the padre quietly
remarked to Mr. Welson, that he fully believed in the Manatitlans and
their power of thought substitution. Then, after even-song,
Correliana led in a hymn commemorative of Heraclean deliverance,
of which the following is an imperfect rendition:—
“Father Supreme, our guide and stay,
When sore opprest for others’ wrongs,
In pity, Thou didst ope a way
To save; to Thee the praise belongs.

“Guide those, to whom we owe the aid,

Under Thy sole direction sent,
That our paths of peace may be made
Through them the sign of great event.

“That instead of war brings goodwill,

Preferring kindred love to self,
That others’ joy may prove their skill
In place of hoarding useless pelf.

“Nor deem it ill, that they can learn

From Manatitlans peaceful sway,
Love’s power to bring like return,
And bear from hate the palm away.”

After exacting a promise that we would accompany their parents on

their next monthly visit, we were permitted to depart, and, as the
temple gates closed, held in review, with thoughtful silence, the
scenes of the day, feeling within us that they were the index of
future happiness for our race. Our thoughtful revery was broken by
Lindenhoff, the corps’ genealogical curator of sound, who
expostulated: “It is strange that the Heracleans still continue to
drone the old pæan cadences practiced by the Greeks four thousand
years ago, after hearing the Manatitlan operatists; for they are really
a wonderful people, and superior musicians, notwithstanding their
lack of power for the expression of the deeper emotions of rage,
love, and revenge, which are in reality the vitality and soul of our
great master’s compositions. They show but little versatility in fugue
movement, which expresses the gliding power of musical
intelligence; this certainly discovers a material lack of appreciation,
however accomplished they may be in other respects. In fact, the
Manatitlans would be esteemed as superior vocalists the world over,
if they could register a little more volume to their voices. I would
much rather undergo one of Mr. Welson’s practical jokes than listen
again to the droning of the Heracleans, for their execution was
perfectly shocking, and they have far less capacity in the lower scale
than the bumble-bee.”
The music taster’s criticism provoked a hearty laugh, but the padre,
with warmth, exclaimed: “Upon my soul, for the life of me, I can’t
see any cause for fault finding with sound, when the words
harmonized so well with one’s feelings of grateful sympathy. A good
heartfelt invocation from such voices, which were as beautiful as
their faces, should not be questioned by our coarse natures! Why,
man alive, if I had had the voice of a nightingale, it would have
choked with kindly emotions from the harmony of their affectionate
solicitations in our behalf! Faugh, man, your opera tral-la-la yells are
as empty as the screechings of cockatoos and the croakings of frogs
in comparison! The chord of sympathy they touched is beyond the
reach of your Norma quirketizations.”
All joined in hearty commendation of the padre’s strictures on the
hypercritical curator, Mr. Welson reminding him that the Maniculan
choristers would have failed to impress his sensitive ears with their
excellence without the magnifying aid of the tympanum. “In full
chorus, to the unassisted ear, their music would have sounded
monotonous, hardly reaching in volume the lisping chirrupings of an
infantile cricket, heard from its home in a distant cranny. As with
your registrations of impressions derived from its voice, the
Heracleans would find Manatitlan instruction wanting in volume for
successful imitation. But,” he added, as Correliana overtook them,
“here is the offending composer; we will now hear what she has to
say in extenuation for neglect of opportunity for improvement in the
cultivation of fugue flights above the reach of harmony.”
Correliana, observing the quizzical expression of mirth that
accompanied this appeal, inquired the cause. In answer, Mr. Welson
rehearsed the criticism of the curator, to which she blushingly
replied: “You will, I hope, consider in our behalf, when I
acknowledge the justness of your criticism, that before your arrival
we were constantly harrassed with troubles which required the
active employment of our people’s thoughts in the devisement of
expedients for preservation. These kept us occupied with the full
enlistment of our sympathies, so that we could only exercise our
musical inclinations in the transmitted current of our original songs
of thanksgiving. But in our greatest distress we longed for a
harmonized extension of capacity, that you have supplied with
adjuvantic aids, from which, in time, we hope that we may be able
to render you satisfaction, with the evidences of industrious
application.”
The curator of sound was too much abashed for an apologetic reply;
and the Dosch requested Mr. Welson to say, that for their evening’s
entertainment he would relate the circumstances that placed the
“dulcetina” in the hands of Captain Greenwood for disposal.
 CHAPTER XXVII.

After the evening song of salutation, on the day following the

members of the corps’ visit to the school of the “ninyetas” they
accepted the prætor’s invitation to join with his family in listening to
the recital of the Dosch, which we transcribe.

During the ravages of the “coast” and yellow fever in Rio Janeiro in
the year 18—, it made sad havoc among our provincial offshoots of
Brazilian parentage, owing to a lack of means for provisionary
precautions, so that I felt it a special duty and privilege devolving
upon me to give my personal supervision for its arrest. The joint
efforts of our Manatitlan corps of censors and nurses soon
succeeded in rescuing our adherents from the deadly influence of
the pestilence, affording us leisure to render succoring advice to the
good of the Giga race. Among the foreigners, one had attracted my
particular attention from the fact that he studiously avoided
companionship with others, beyond the enforced necessities
required for business relations. This, together with other singularities
pertaining to his deportment, attracted a desire for an auramental
investigation of the cause of his non-alliance with the herd. My first
discovery after entering into auricular communication with his
thoughts was, that his preference for communion with himself arose
from a natural repugnance for association with men in form, whose
instincts were degraded below the bestial capacity of the lower
orders of animality. This, I soon learned, had its origin from the
sympathetic impression of the animus of goodness revealed in
desire. While studying his characteristics, as a key for after-thought
substitution, I found that the intrusion of an indelicate impression
from his own instinctive propensities, or in word reflection from
others, gave him acute pain. Or when from natural promptings,
induced from a genial disposition, he had been influenced to listen to
or relate a humorous story, strongly tinctured with the passionate
rulings of instinctive induction, for days afterwards he would subject
himself to remorseful reproof. These sensitive traits, indicating a
desire for the attainment of instinctive purity, although rare in the
associations of Giga men, are by no means singular or unrealistic
with the conceptions of the thoughtful. But a lack of discrimination in
society association, subject to the arbitrary rule of money, blunts the
perceptions of intelligent refinement, under the impress of the
selfish policy it imposes for the successful enlistment of patronage.
Vulgarity impairs the powers of inclination for refined perception, in
like manner and degree with the action of foul odors upon the sense
of smell, which renders it obtuse for the delicate appreciation of a
well selected bouquet.
With this reflective introduction of our auramentee, we will ask you
to picture him in meditative mood leaning against a huge pile of
coffee-filled bags, waiting in the shadow they cast upon the wharf to
witness the variegated effects of light imparted from the rays of the
declining sun upon the beautifully environed waters of the harbor
bay of Rio de Janeiro. The surface of the water, with its deeper
blendings of green and blue, were tinted with the yellow light, while
the rippled wavelets, gently moved by the waft of the evening
breeze, sparkled in bright effulgence as their crests toppled and
broke in foamy succession.
As the sierra peaks of the des Orgoaes began to cast their long
shadows over the distant foliaged and villa-fringed bay of Jurbajuba,
he was attracted from his reveried meditations by the distant strains
of music, in harmonious accord with his mood. The instrumental
combination in trio was so blended in harmony that he failed to
recognize their individual characteristics, until a near approach
enabled him to distinguish the movements of the performers. While
yet distant his attention was impressed with the beseeching
undertone of melancholy that pervaded the apparently improvised
variations of familiar melodies, as if in wailing supplication for
sympathy. As the boat approached the wharf, within its shadow, the
awning was retroverted to admit of the upright position of a harp,
supported by a woman yet young, but the resemblance of her
features to a boy and girl, sitting upon either side of the stern
thwart, proclaimed the relationship of mother. The children were yet
within their first decade of years, but had advanced to the stage that
rules with its impressions the after course of Giga life, in act, for
good or evil. Their instrumental prelude had attracted all within
hearing to the wharf, for the unusual tones of sad sweetness proved
alike irresistible to the troglodyte negro and more insensate sea-
monster of brutality, the slave-ship’s captain. The eyes of the
mother, whose face was overshadowed by the broad brim of a
Tuscan hat, moved with a quick glance from face to face of the
gathered assemblage upon the wharf, while she directed the
concerted movement of her children’s musical appeal, from violin
and dulcetina, by touching in timed lead the strings of the harp.
When all accessible to her sight had been passed in review, her eyes
became suffused with the sad mists of disappointment, which were
imparted to her children’s, upraised with hope. Drawing her veil to
screen her emotions, she commenced a plaintive refrain, her fingers
imparting to the strings of the harp an anguished tone of petition, so
evident in its pleadings, that the uncouth negroes reverentially
removed the turbaned bandas from their heads in recognition of the
woful strains, and for the moment were raised above the grovelings
of their debased condition. After the third repetition, the
instrumental air was changed into an accompaniment for their
voices, which in song preferred the following petition in Italian and
English:—
 “Father dear, art thou near?
Then listen without fear;
We came not to reprove,
But erring steps to soothe.

“Italy, dear land of our birth,

Though exiled, the choicest of earth,
Truly, thou wast cherished for love,
With only one object above.

“But alas, how frail was my stay!

Beguiled by a wanton away,
These pledges of love now remain,
To haunt me with loss, and the stain.

“To save, I have sought every trace,

A pilgrim to this distant place,
Hopeless, I have come in despair,
And now forlorn, breathe the last prayer.”

When the refrain had been repeated for the fourth time without
response, or sign of recognition, the mother sank back on her seat;
the harp following, with its weight would have forced her backward
into the water, but for the timely arrest of the padrone. In a moment
her neck was encircled with the arms of her children, who bestowed,
unabashed by the curious presence of the assemblage, the
spontaneous promptings of their affection, in solace for the
encouragement of hope. Never, in the course of a life devoted to
auramental association with the Giga race, had I ever witnessed an
influence that so quickly dispersed varied evidences of brutality in
human expression, as from these manifestations of suffering in
alliance with innocence, affection, and beauty, hallowed in preluded
expression of emotions by instrumental and vocal music. The
repulsive sensuality, so brutally prominent in the slave captain’s and
their “owner’s” visages, which exceeded in the loathsome vulgarity
of selfishness the hyena’s, gave place to the shadowy reflection of
sympathetic pity, as if from the impression of a reality retrieved from
the dim memories of childhood. In default of tears, to the moisture
of which their eyes had long been dead, they relieved their pockets
of the last representative coins of sympathy, for bestowal “in charity”
upon these wandering minstrels, who had recalled a flitting
reminiscence of a mother’s memory, which once entitled them to an
alliance with affectionate humanity. In contrast, the black faces of
the negroes glistened with moisture from eyes still open to the
founts of primitive sympathy; those acting as boatmen collecting the
coins with scrupulous honesty, deposited them in the sachels of the
children.
The mother, aroused with the continued sound of falling money, for,
as with the exampled impulse of panic fear in battle, and the
gambler’s reckless course in the downward path of fate, charity
becomes heedless of self under the associate impression of
congregated bestowal, made an effort to free her eyes from tears,
that she might give expression to her thankfulness and stay the
uncalled-for gifts of money. Then making known her desire to land,
the padrone directed the boat to the stairway of the pier, the eyes of
the children the while being engaged in a wandering search among
the spectators, with a woful expression of loving desire. Ascending
the stairway from the water, the motley crowd opened a free
passage; the foreigners following the example of the negroes,
removed their hats in token of respect. My auramentee had been
greatly moved from the first sound of the instrumental prelude, but
the appealing sadness of their voiceful invocation enlisted his
sympathetic excitability beyond control. Unable, with his utmost
exertions, to approach within speaking distance, he followed in the
wake of the procession until he saw the padrone and boat’s crew
deposit the harp and baggage of the mother and children, at the
street door of a house occupied by an attaché of the English
consulate, in a court opening upon the Rua da Dereita. As their
entertainer proved to be an acquaintance of the auramentee, he
returned to his hotel well satisfied with the assurance of their
congenial safety, which had fulfilled his kind intentions. On the
second day after their arrival he obtained an introduction, and with
an unobtrusive offer of service gained their confidence. When but
partially recovered from the anxiety and fatigue of the voyage, they
commenced their street perambulations as musicians, with a
pecuniary success more than equal to the exalted expectations of
favorite opera singers, which to the credit of the Rioans was
bestowed from the enlistment of true sympathy in their behalf,
rather than in acknowledgment for their musical talent. The family of
the emperor became interested from the universal expression of
sympathy bestowed in recognition of their sufferings; although the
cause was unknown, they extended to them their protection. Failing
in their endeavors to dissuade them from the exposure of street
concertizing, by the offer of a less laborious and more pleasing
method of rendering their talent provident, they were content to aid
them with their special protection and patronage. A week later, in a
private interview, she gave them such reasons for the course she
had chosen, that they used their power to facilitate the attainment
of her object.
On the nineteenth day succeeding that of her landing, my
auramentee was detained until a late hour in the evening at his
place of business, and was hastening to pay a short visit to his
protégés, when he was intercepted by a messenger from a friend
who had been suddenly prostrated with an attack of the coast fever,
who urged him to make haste as the symptoms threatened a fatal
issue. We found the doctor in attendance on our arrival, who
accepted a thought suggestion, and on the supposition that it was
his own, adopted the recommendation, which served to relieve his
patient from the fatal tendency, thereby relieving my auramentee
from his apprehensions, in time to fulfill his first intentions. This
fever scourge of Brazil differs from the yellow type of northern
latitudes; as in Rio, during the first stages of accession, it is
exceedingly erratic; suddenly appearing in one department to rage
with deadly vigor for a few days, and then in apparent transfer,
subsiding, to reënact in a remote district its fatal ravages. At a later
period of its sway, when the partially exhausted venom has become
more generally dispersed, it flits hither and thither with demon
activity, fastening upon its prey without premonitory symptoms,
perceptible to curative observation, devoted to empirical treatment,
although distinctly visible in inceptive cause to our censors. Even
with coincident cause and effect clearly exposed for detection in
current transfer, the Giga physicians utterly ignore ante-
investigation, for prevising the means of prevention. This observance
of limits, overleaping adjoining, to locate itself in remote districts,
gives plain indication of local infecting agency, and we discover that
the fermentable cause was overlooked, and allowed to exhaust itself
in putrefactive dissemination. With this hint, in recurring attestation
of the fatuous fatalism that will ever attend the curative devisements
of humanity, while they neglect the means of prevention, we will
resume our demonstration in narrative vindication of the axiom, that
remedy is inherent with the cause.
But a few minutes had passed, after the auramentee had reached
his hotel, before he was summoned to the house of his Italian
protégés. On our arrival we found the mother in the height of the
febrile stage of the plague’s accession, but calm and resigned in
thought, although impressed with a premonition of the disease’s
fatality, which with our knowledge we felt that it was impossible to
avert, still we suggested remedies for transient relief. With the
morning’s dawn, after soothing the anxious fears of her children, she
expressed to them her desire to converse with the auramentee
alone. Notwithstanding the unusual nature of the request, it was
cheerfully complied with. She then related to him the cause of her
husband’s estrangement and desertion, affirming that her sole object
in following him was for his rescue from self-inflicted wretchedness,
as she had brought with her a feeling of fatality, that warned her
that her own and children’s days were numbered. This feeling had
been confirmed in her mind by the strange sympathy which had
been shown in her behalf, as the source of her sorrows was only
known to an appreciative few. We used all our powers of persuasion
to induce a more hopeful mood, by endeavoring to convince her that
she was yielding to superstitious feelings unworthy of the courage
which had sustained her through the trials of desertion, and her long
search which had been continued in a manner humiliating to the
affectionate pride of a mother in behalf of her children, exhorting
her to bear up bravely until she had achieved the object of her
mission. With a wailing sigh, quickly suppressed, she averted her
face, while with choked utterance, scarcely raised above a whisper,
she despairingly murmured, “I have seen him.”
Surprise, mingled with an oppressive sorrow, held us speechless; for
words of sympathy, however pure in expression, would have added
to the pangs of her agonized affection, which seemed already
struggling for liberation from the body, held back by her children’s
love; but divided, and bereaved of the sentient unity of her affection,
grief overshadowed and dimmed her assurance of a happy
immortality. A silence of many minutes followed, unbroken save by
convulsed sobs, which she vainly tried to suppress; at last a flood
from the fount of tears enabled her to regain self-command, but
only to be borne back for the realization of deeper woe. Her
children, with anxious solicitation for the revival of fond memories,
had caught the reflection of their mother’s lullaby, with which she
had soothed them in dawning infancy, when with undimmed eyes
she had breathed her affection in song. Then no cloud had arisen to
darken with its gloom the joys of her wedded life. The daughter had
been encouraged, with guided hands, to touch the strings of the
harp during the period of toddling babyhood, when from feeble,
faltering incertitude an answering response came to the mother’s
leading song. Soon her tiny fingers, instructed by a retentive
memory, enabled her to render with remarkable accuracy the most
difficult compositions within the compass of her reach. The sadly
harmonious memorial that had opened with renewed anguish the
fount of the mother’s tears, was the sleep requiem early impressed
on the daughter’s dawning memory. Commencing with an imitative
prelude, suggestive of childhood’s hesitating touch, accompanied
with her brother’s violin, the various canzanatas were modulated
with the far-off lisp of invocation, as if from dawning perception,
intuitively increasing in volume until it reached the flowing harmony
of present maturity. From the joyous expression of childhood’s
buoyancy, the strain suddenly changed into the sad wailing of
uncertainty, improvised with mournful variations descriptive of their
wanderings and disappointments. Again, in renewal, as if led by
some inspiration beyond their control, they reached their present
source of sorrow. The burden of the plaintive strains was frequently
interrupted with sobbing outbursts, rendering their touch tremulous
and uncertain, the efforts made for suppression being easily
detected by hesitations, which they endeavored to cover with bolder
movements. Recovering, as if with the sudden impression of hopeful
assurance, there came a stream of melody of inconceivable purity, as
from an echo of futurity bearing in waft joyful gladness. This change
caused the mother to whisper, with tears fresh flowing over a sadly
joyous expression, “I would have so, it is our requiem.”
With the lullaby, that was improvised in quick succession, the mother
again clasped her hands convulsively, while the spasmodic workings
of her compressed lips and trembling eyelids bespoke the inward
struggle made to suppress the gathering strength of her emotions.
But with the rehearsal of the melodious symphonies of the halcyon
days of united love, grief found vent in an abundant flow of tears,
which called forth from the auramentee stifled throbs of masculine
sympathy. But while the melodies were growing more earnest in the
sad sweetness of their expression, the strain suddenly ceased with
the startled cry of, “Father!”
The mother sprang from the bed, but with tottering dizziness fell
back, still retaining her consciousness with a placid expression,
which despite the ashy paleness of the face bespoke the full
consummation of earthly hopes. The children gently opening the
door led in the wretched father, upon whose features were imprinted
with haggard remorse the interwoven lines of despair. Blind with the
searing touch of hopeless shame, he passed the auramentee
unnoticed; then pressed down by the remorseful revival of first
affection, he knelt at the bedside and was enfolded in his wife’s
arms. Not a syllable had been spoken save the word, father, and the
auramentee feeling that his voice and presence would prove alike
embarrassing, quietly withdrew.
Five hours later, while crossing the palace plaza on his return from a
walk on the Botofogian beach, we met the husband hastening back
to his house of refuge and partner in disgrace. Although evidently
bracing himself for the utmost exertion of his powers of resistance
and speed, in opposition to the foe whose seal was legibly visible in
the ashy paleness of his face, the wavering uncertainty of his steps
betokened speedy prostration. The natives, accustomed to the
symptoms, detected the cause of his swaying progress, and held
their course as far to the windward as possible, following his
movements with eyes subject to the instinctive fascination that a
person under the doom of deadly infection attracts. Becoming fully
impressed with his condition from increasing weakness, and the
fixed stare of the passers-by, who avoided him, his steps faltered
and a momentary shadow of dismay caused a wavering of his eyes
and lips; but in quick revulsion he again braced himself, with a
determination that bespoke the energetic self-possession of the
Englishman in extremity. Leaning against the palace wall, which he
had reached, he hastily buttoned his coat to his throat, then drawing
in his breath resolutely, he again started forward with a defiant
stride. But he was in the deadly grasp of a foe who toyed with his
mortal powers as relentlessly in sacrificial oblation, as he had with
the ties of affection. This fact his tottering steps soon betrayed, for
in despite of his desperate struggles he sank back in a half kneeling
and leaning position against a pediment of stone, in transition for
the tower of a neighboring church, while its priest passed by on the
other side hastily crossing himself and muffling his face with
aversion.
The imploring language of his eyes, which he cast around with
beseeching entreaty for help, moved even the stolid pity of the
natives to unwonted activity, causing them to start in search of the
brotherhood in charge of the department. But the auramentee,
forgetful of the unfortunate’s great wrong, gave him supporting
assistance, while urging with his voice the necessity for the utmost
exertion of self-determination. Pointing to the Hotel des Estrangeiros
he made an effort to take from his pocket a card partially in view.
Understanding his wish, the auramentee took it, adding to its
anticipated intention in his own handwriting, “sick with the fever,”
dispatched it by a kindly hand to its destination. Scarcely five
minutes elapsed before a female form darted from the portal and
directed her steps in wild dismay to the stricken one’s side, and
kneeling claimed the support of his head, while with a kiss she
supplicated, “Oh, Edward, what can I do?” A faint smile lighted his
face at this appeal, as he whispered the ever abiding talismanic
word, “home,” so dear to the honest attachments of instinct,
however much misused in collateral signification. The auramentee
then entreated him to muster all the energy possible in aid of their
support. Raising him with great difficulty to an upright position upon
his feet, all his efforts to walk proved abortive, but a kind-hearted
Frenchman who was passing, volunteered his aid to bear the
doomed bodily to his hotel and bed. By profession a nurse, the
Frenchman undertook the patient’s charge, after he was placed in
bed, but gave no hopes of his recovery; on the contrary, with the
coolness of a physician, urged him to use quick dispatch if he wished
to dispose of anything by his will for the living advantage of others,
as it was impossible for him to live longer than two or three hours.
A smile, with the answering words, “It is well,” aroused the
anguished despair of the being, who still ministered with all
absorbing thought her tender care and caresses, bringing forth the
expostulation, “Oh, Edward, Edward, if you go, you must not leave
me! for wherever you go, I must go with you!”
The dying man raised his eyes to hers with a look of unutterable
fondness, then, with mustered energy, whispered: “Julia, it is hard to
part from you, after so much suffering. But living, it would prove to
us both a continued scene of remorseful misery, without the
possibility of atonement, while dying, I have gloomy forebodings
that there will be for us no future. Yet, whatever may come after
death, it is better that I should die as the cause, than live as the
renewed source of misery to others.”
Such a look of despairing desolation as she cast upon her expiring
lover I had never before seen depicted upon the face of Giga
woman. Her beauty, surpassing, in fair unblemishing complexion
those of kindred type, was refined by the hopeless anguish of its
expression, which in its passionless void betokened, as with him, a
reviving hope struggling for the bodily retrievement of an assured
immortality. At the expiration of an hour, her arm that supported his
head grew lax and nerveless; but his efforts to raise himself recalled
her thoughts for his assistance. Perceiving that it was his desire to
be left alone with her, while he yet retained his consciousness, the
auramentee was prompted to inform him of his kindly attentions
bestowed upon his wife and children, as it offered the opportunity of
affording mutual consolation, by conveying to his wife and children
some affectionate token or message. The announcement revived his
energies, imparting to his “allovee” a kindred impression of desire.
Beckoning the auramentee nearer, in earnest, whispered accents, he
implored him to plead with his wife, Julia’s forgiveness, as the “sin”
of desertion was wholly his own. “Say to her,” he continued, “that it
was my own unencouraged infatuation; against which she, loving,
did all that she could to resist my entreaties, striving earnestly in the
toils to escape from me and ‘love’s’ allurements. She is not wanton,
but pure and devoted as a wife can be, although misguided. It is my
own ‘heart’ that is divided, even in death, which makes me feel
doubly thankful for its nearer rescue.”
Charged with this message we left them, Julia courting the virulence
of the malady with an assiduous intention that plainly declared her
determination to share in death his grave, in opposition to his own
and the Frenchman’s vehement protestations. We reached the
bedside of his wife in time to receive her last recognition, who
answered with a smile and pressure of the hand her husband’s last
petition, and while passing away invoked, with the reviving spark of
conscious vitality, the auramentee’s guardian protection of her
children, should they survive, as she was aware that they had been
seized with the fever in the presence of their father, who had
bestowed upon them his care with the intention of returning. After
bestowing upon the children his affectionate care in the fulfillment of
his accepted charge, he hastened as speedily as possible to the
bedside of the doomed husband, and found the dying lovers
supported in each other’s arms. For Julia, in the short period of our
absence, had excited the latent seeds of the infection, and was
already nearing the confines of her desire. The husband, although
speechless, still retained his consciousness, with the power of
making known, with grateful expression, the consolation imparted
from our tidings. Julia, in anticipation of death, placed her attendant
in charge of the auramentee, desiring him to send her back to Italy,
as she had followed her own misguided steps from affection. The
auramentee promised the faithful discharge of all their wishes in the
event of his own preservation. Then with a sorrowful farewell, in
freedom from the bitterness of our first impressions, we left them
with a sure remedy at hand for the cure of their self-inflicted
unhappiness. Returning to the children, we bestowed upon them our
personal care and affection until death relieved us of our charge; but
the scenes that preceded their final departure from life are too
harrowing for recital. Let it suffice, that on the morrow when the
western hills cast their shadows over the city, under the upward halo
of the setting sun, the father, mother, and children, with their cousin
Julia, whose beauty was the sad cause of her own and their misery,
were borne together, in their bodies’ materiality, for burial far beyond
the city’s limits. The place of interment had been granted as a
special mark of interest by the emperor, whose family were deeply
affected by the tragic end of their protégés. The harp, violin, and
dulcetina were retained by Captain Greenwood, the auramentee, as
mementoes of the sad scenes described, and are held in “devout”
estimation as pledges of affectionate remembrance.
Annette, the companion of Julia, while assisting in packing the
instruments for shipment to Montevideo, displayed versatile
accomplishments as a musician that astonished Captain Greenwood,
and while playing some airs found noted in the satchels of the
children, she was frequently moved to tears, and in explanation of
the cause, it transpired in revelation that she was the daughter of
Signor Pozzuoli, the inventor of the dulcetina, and early teacher of
the children, a majority of the preserved musical annotations being
of her own composition. On the day previous to the one appointed
for the sailing of the steamer for Montevideo the captain proposed to
introduce Annette to the consignee of a ship about to sail for
Leghorn. She then declared her desire to accompany him to
Montevideo, as she felt a disinclination to return to Italy, urging that
her musical ability would prove amply sufficient for her support, if he
would assume the character of guardian for her countenance and
protection. From the mutual interest engendered from the scenes
through which they had passed, the captain encouraged her
decision, gladly assuming the charge of protector. In closing, the
Dosch said, I have related the history of the dulcetina, with desire of
enforcing the absolute necessity of the Manatitlan system of
education, if the Giga race really wish to bequeath happiness from
unity in the marriage alliance, as a memorial source of example to
succeeding generations. As scenes of the kind are constantly
increasing in an engendered series from degenerate inoculation, with
thoughtful consideration its practicability must be apparent to the
meanest capacity. The relation will also impress upon you the
characteristic value of your late companion, when relieved from the
influence of habit, as well as the discernment of Correliana, which
penetrated beneath the crisp asperities of his outer husk. In the
exceptions we are about to advise, you will recognize the prudence
of our judgment. The “brides” will surely afford an invincible security
from their incorruptible purity and goodness, which, with kindred
beauty in personal endowment, would insure constancy in defiance
of all the temptations that could be proffered by the most lauded
belles of civilized society, even if the ages of their intended husbands
were less by two thirds. The countenance of Correliana, during the
recital of the Dosch, was a mirror of reflection for the grateful
expression of her thoughts.
 CHAPTER XXVIII.

On the third morning after our visit to the school of the ninyetas, the
prætor and the tribune teachers with Correliana and her mother
called at the quarters of the corps, to escort M. Hollydorf to the
prætorial colonnades, as the husband elect of Luocuratia, for the
fulfillment of his probationary term. After receiving the
congratulations of adoption from the Heracleans, all joined in the
matin song of thanksgiving in the lower fora. While the prætor and
his wife were absent, aiding Luocuratia in her valedictory salutations,
M. Hollydorf was entertained by Correliana and the Doschessa. In
order that he might perfectly understand the premeditated process
of transfer, and security achieved, Correliana stated: “The Dosch had
auramentally learned your determination to make Heraclea your
home three months ago, and suggested the apt adoption of your
peculiarities to her disposition; but until convinced of your constancy
to our customs he advised the course we have pursued. The result
of your trial has proved of happier import than we anticipated, as
well as of Luocuratia’s ready infilmentary adaptation for the unity of
impression; but now you can rest assured that her thoughts have
already become interwoven in desire with your own, so that your
example will be held paramount to ours. After the bewildering maze
your presence caused was dispelled, her thoughts were directed for
the shadowy investment of your image with her own as a prelude for
more perfect realization, with a success which imparted a trust free
from doubt or fear in question of its fulfillment; in this mood I left
her, promising to visit her in the evening. In keeping with my
appointment, I found her awaiting my coming in the garden, in full
confidence that, with my aid, whatever there might be of mystery to
her veiled comprehension would be cleared for her perception’s
perfect understanding. With an endearing caress, fluttering with the
timidity of a newborn joy, her eyes drooping in tremulous
expectation, were filled to fullness with happy anticipations, as she
leaned her head upon my shoulder, invoking with attentive silence
my aid for the full interpretation of her waking vision. That she
might taste the cup of my own realized joy, without tantalizing
prelude, I rehearsed your confided doubts and fears as the
counterpart of her own, the while encircling her waist with my arm,
in support of her head’s nestling repose, that the body’s medium of
a sister’s affection might more fully open to her the gates of
revelation; then to the trama of her love I interwove, through the
shuttled impulses of her ear, the vibrating threads of your affection,
until they became involved with the stamina of your stronger nature;
then the rustling sigh of relief bespoke the double investment
complete in the unity of confiding reciprocation. This accomplished,
inasmuch as the agency of my influence could represent the
responsive source of sexual alliance, for the embodiment of
affection, she became so deeply absorbed with sweet meditative
reflection that she was unconscious of my departure. This ingraft of
affection, in surety so propitious, should engender solicitude, on
your part, in behalf of your race; for enjoyment ever lacks full
maturity, when we feel that there are others with the prestige of
purity and goodness, who are denied our privilege from the want of
kindly direction.”
To which supplication, M. Hollydorf replied:—“Truly thankful for your
pleading consideration, however little my faults merit your lenity, I
must ask your continued forbearance; as you can scarcely imagine
from the purity of your associations, the depth of insincerity that
must ever oppress and haunt me with the bitterness of reflection for
my unworthiness, in accepting the boon of an alliance that so far
exceeds my present capacity for just appreciation. But if the
neglected germ of good intention, brambled by evil example, can be
redeemed to offer an equivalent worthy of your acceptance, it shall
be my constant study to withhold your memory from the past, which
is beyond the reach of extenuation, by the integrity of an exampled
affection.”
Correliana. “That you may feel to the full extent the confidence
bestowed with Luocuratia, my father has left his written salutation
for presentation, which with your permission, I will read, that it may
convey to you the living warmth of a personal address.

“‘To M. Hollydorf, Director of the Heraclean Deliverers:—

“Carrissimus, acting upon the information received with advice from

the Dosch and his advisers, and your own confidence imparted to
my step-daughter, Correliana Adinope, affording verification of our
own observations, that there exists a unity of attachment between
you and her twin sister Luocuratia, we offer you with unspeakable
gladness our joyful congratulations, with the sum of our united
affection. In bestowing our fullest sanction, we are truly happy in
being able to contribute, from our Heraclean resources, the means
of perfecting our ties of grateful reciprocation, and rejoice that we
have achieved the privilege of calling you by the endearing name of
son, as you were in anticipation wedded to our affection. In
accepting our daughter for the cultivation and solace of mutual
affection, you will have our assurance of her enduring devotion,
which no mischance can abate; for with her the animus of goodness
exceeds in thoughtful intention the power of expression. In her
affection you will find an allied support all-sufficient for happy
sustenance, and in its overplus an index of the homage outflowing in
reciprocation from every Heraclean. In conformity with the happy
experience of our ancestors, we herewith, in addition to our verbal
invitation, proffer the formality of script, with the desire that you will
become a member of our household, in domiciliation, during the
three months allotted for probationary exemplification of congeniality
in habits necessary for unity in affectionate reciprocation. Luocuratia
will return to gladden our colonnades at the approach of noontide,
then with your presence our joy will overflow in thanksgiving to the
Source of direction, that devised the achievement of our deliverance
through your instrumentality.
Adestus.”

Correliana, while reading her father’s script welcome, watched with

keen interest its effect, and was recompensed to an extent
exceeding her expectations, by the warmth made manifest from the
grateful emotions of the respondent. Fully satisfied with his relief
from the sensitive reproaches of his disposition, for thoughtful
diversion from his waiting suspense, she appealed to the Doschessa
for encouragement in behalf of her meditated mission for the
colonistic establishment of schools for the educational intuition of
self-legislation, among the civilized Giga races. “Have you, in your
auramental experience, which enables you to reach and advise the
thoughts of Giga women, found them all so abjectly subservient to
the trammels of society and its fashionable tyrannies?”
Doschessa. “The exceptions are simply modified, all worship at the
same shrine of thoughtless fatuity, with a heedless tendency for the
utter extinction of purity and goodness.”
Correliana. “Alieu, woe is with our hopes, if to such a depth of
desecration the animus of purity has befallen with our sex! Surely,
she must still retain the germ of her affectionate inheritance; and
with the lead of our example it must revive with the nourishing
warmth of a mother’s love.”
Doschessa. “In truth, we have never failed to discover in women,
when free from the actual vices of corruption, the latent spark of
goodness that with exampled cultivation may be revived for truthful
reciprocation. Dependent as we have been upon auramentation for
the invocation of purity in thought, the impressions are as transient
as the conjurations of a dream, which give place to the more
tangible waking visions of sense. If the current of their superficial
conversation could be stayed, for the silent inception of thought,
your mission would be rendered easy. Perhaps the irresistible
impression of your own and companion’s beauty, will surprise from
envious covetousness sufficient thought for the detection of an
inceptive source, with the desire for its privileged bequeathment to
their children? For often in selfish lamentation we have heard Giga
women supplicate in prayer for the abatement of their own
scandalous dispositions. One of their formulistic invocations to the
‘throne of grace,’ offered as an oblation for the “contrite heart,” I will
repeat:—
“‘Purge from me hypocrisy, ere I from life depart,
And all deceptions, that belong to the lying art.
Then purify love, from thoughts of material sense,
And make me feel that goodness responds to future tense.’”

This accusative conviction is by no means rare, and the purity of

your personal appearance, in consonance with exampled goodness,
might attract thoughtful consideration from its contrast to the
degrading attrition of selfishness subject to the material influence of
gold. Your example might lead them in train to adopt our dress,
which is light and ‘elegant,’ subserving all the requirements of bodily
freedom, and purity in protection; if so fortunate you would remove
the embargo of oppression from their bodies, and the curse of
talkative frivolity from their tongues.”
Here the Doschessa was interrupted by the sound of light footsteps,
quickly followed by the voices and presence of Cleorita and Oviata,
who with an escort of Kyronese maidens came bounding into the
triclinium with the joyful announcement, “He’s coming!” Pale and
breathless, Correliana, without waiting for farther words of
explanation, sped forth, her feet with dainty touch kissing the earth
with gladness, passing with the swiftness of an arrow in its flight
those already hastening down the avenue of the latifundium,
apprised of the near approach of Captain Greenwood. First, she
passed Mr. Welson and Dr. Baāhar, then with graceful ease Mr. Dow,
whose lank form and longer strides had distanced his associates;
even the mayorong, inured to an active mountain life, and long
journeys on foot, now fledged with the grateful remembrance of his
people’s preservation, was left behind. Then as Captain Greenwood,
urging his mule to its utmost speed, caught her view as he entered
the cinctus gate, the earth seemed to respond with elasticity to the
touch of her feet, and before he could dismount from his
quadrupedal conveyance, he was clasped in the frank embrace of
her arms, and had received her kiss of welcome, while her face,
eloquent with smiles and tears of joy, became radiant with beauty in
contentful expression. Her hushed silence, from the fullness of
happy enjoyment, was aroused from selfish indulgence, by the
salutation of her father to his already adopted step-son. Still in half
embrace, as if loth to relinquish the body temple animated with the
shrine of her devotion, she was not forgetful of the affectionate
relation she held foreign to self. Her parents and sister, who had
followed with equal steps, but had held anxious desire aloof, until
the fullness of her first emotions of gladness had subsided, were first
made known to each other with affectionate designations, newly
fledged from the English idiom. In turn the captain received
embraces of welcome from each, which unloosed his tongue from its
accustomed reticent caution, Correliana’s still encircling arm causing
the grateful current of speech to flow in accord with her own
emotions.
The family scene closed, M. Hollydorf, in freedom from rival jealousy,
gave his cordial salutations of welcome, which were followed by the
other members of the corps. Then the Heracleans and Kyronese
claimed the privilege of expressing their affectionate gratulations.
The mayorong, distrustful of his power for expressing the reverential
emotions of his gratitude, for the deliverance of his people from their
extreme peril, although second to the prætor’s family, in greeting
with his presence the captain’s entrance, had allowed all the
precedence. Approaching the captain, when beckoned by the prætor,
hereditary impulse inclined him to prostration, but the humiliating
act was arrested by an energetic embrace which relieved him from
his embarrassment. While the prætor was gratefully presenting the
Betongese for the captain’s kindred recognition, attention was
attracted by the musical call of children from his incoming train. Mr.
Welson, recognizing the voices that were making the name, Don
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