W.W. Boardman urging appropriation of $3500 by Congress.--Not even considered.--Despair of inventor CHAPTER XXIX JULY 16, 1842--MARCH 26, 1843 Continued discouragements.--Working on improvements.--First submarine cable from Battery to Governor's Island.--The Vails refuse to give financial assistance.--Goes to Washington.--Experiments conducted at the Capitol.--First to discover duplex and wireless telegraphy.--Dr.
The latter managed, by his lofty spirit and by the brandished swords of his faithful comrades, to change the views of those genteel young lords who, in indolent despair of the salvation of their country, were thinking of escape beyond the sea.
50 Swift o'er the field of death sad Cora flew, Her infant to his mother's bosom grew; She seeks her wretched lord, who fled the plain With the last remnant of his vanquish'd train: Thro' the lone vale, or forest's sombrous shade 55 A dreary solitude, the mourner stray'd; Her timid heart can now each danger dare, Her drooping soul is arm'd by deep despair-- Long, long she wander'd, till oppress'd with toil, Her trembling footsteps track with blood the soil; 60 In vain with moans her distant lord she calls, In vain the bitter tear of anguish falls; Her moan expires along the desert wood, Her tear is mingled with the crimson flood.
But in another minute I should in my despair----' 'Tut, tut!'
perhaps she would have dropped it; but this time she went on headlong, with a valorous despair,-- "I have thought of something!
He falters,--loses all so plain before;-- Tries this word,--that,--in vain!--he cannot speak The magic sentence;--he grows faint and weak,-- Spurns the base gold, cause of his wild despair;-- What if the thieves should come and find him there?-- Hark!
And the voice of the dying I seem to hear But whether his breathing is in mine ear, Or the sounds of the breaking billows roll The lingering accents upon my soul, I know not; but thus they seem to bear Reproof to my soul for its faint despair:-- Blame not life, it is scarce begun; Blame not mankind, thyself art one.
And now!--I could tear out my hair, Or dash my brains out in despair!-- Me every scurvy knave may twit, With stinging jest and taunting sneer!
Apart, upon a throne of living fire The Fiend was seated; in his eye there shone The look that dared Omnipotence; the light Of sateless vengeance, and sublime despair.-- He sat amid a burning world, and saw Tormented myriads, whose blaspheming shrieks Were mingled with the howl of hidden floods, And Acherontine groans; of all the host, The only dauntless he.
Leo, from one of the devastated hills of Rome,--once crowned with palaces, temples, and monuments,--looked out upon the Christian world, and saw the desolation spoken of by Jeremy the prophet, as well as by the Cumaean sibyl: all central power hopelessly prostrated; law and justice by-words; provinces wasted, decimated, and anarchical; literature and art crushed; vice, in all its hateful deformity, rampant and multiplying itself; false opinions gaining ground; Christians adopting the errors of Paganism; soldiers turned into banditti; the contemplative hiding themselves in caves and deserts; the rich made slaves; barbarians everywhere triumphant; women shrieking in terror; bishops praying in despair,--a world disordered, a pandemonium of devils let loose, one terrific and howling mass of moral and physical desolation such as had never been seen since Noah entered into the ark.
When on her journey, the pleasure she felt at seeing herself out of the walls of the monastery, was very much abated by the uncertainty how she should proceed, or where direct her way: and indeed, let any one figure to themselves the condition she was in, and they will rather wonder she had courage to go on, than that she was sometimes daunted even to despair.--A young creature of little more than eighteen years old,--wholly unacquainted with fatigue,--delicate in her frame,--wandering alone on foot in the midst of a strange country,--ignorant of the road, or had she been acquainted with it, at a loss where to go to get any intelligence of what she sought, and even doubtful if the person she ran such risques to hear of, yet were in the world or not.
He aimed at the Pope's ejectment from office, rather than at the subversion of the office itself,--another mark of the difference between Savonarola and Luther, since the latter waged an uncompromising war against Rome herself, against the whole regime and government and institutions and dogmas of the Catholic Church; and that is the reason why Catholics hate Luther so bitterly, and deny to him either virtues or graces, and represent even his deathbed as a scene of torment and despair,--an instance of that pursuing hatred which goes beyond the grave; like that of the zealots of the Revolution in France, who dug up the bones of the ancient kings from those vaults where they had reposed for centuries, and scattered their ashes to the winds.
God is great; and when a scandal is to end, brings some devoted man to take charge of it in hope, not in despair!"--But cannot he reform?
this joyous air Would force to skip and leap A dragon in despair!'--&c. &
Belike the wretch despair'd, and slew himself.
If now perhappes ye either loke to see Th'unhappie lovers, or the cruell sire Here to be buried as fittes their degree Or as the dyeng ladie did require Or as the ruthefull kinge in deepe despaire Behight of late (who nowe himself hath slayen) Or if perchaunse you stand in doutfull fere Sithe mad Megera is not returnde againe Least wandring in the world she so bestowe The snakes that crall about her furious face As they may raise new ruthes, new kindes of woe Bothe so and there, and such as you percase Wold be full lothe so great so nere to see I am come forth to do you all to wete Through grefe wherin the lordes of Salerne be The buriall pompe is not prepared yet: And for the furie, you shall onderstand That neither doeth the litle greatest god Finde such rebelling here in Britain land Against his royall power as asketh rod Of ruth from hell to wreke his names decaie Nor Pluto heareth English ghostes complaine Our dames disteyned lyves.
It was almost a forlorn hope, but he never despaired.
Wirion shot himself before the end of the long proceedings, which do not seem to have established his guilt, but had reduced him to misery and despair.--ED.
Still the night stayed; the black mass of forest that swept up the hill-side stood in mystical gloom, in silence that could be felt; when at once,--not suddenly,--as if the night could forbear no more, but must utter some chord with the culmination of midnight horrors, a bird uttered one sharp cry, desolate utterly, hopeless, concentred, as if a keen blade parted its heart and the outraged life within remonstrated and despaired,--despaired not of life, for still the note repeated its monotone, but of death, of period to its pangs.
Infatuation of Antony.--His early character--Powerful influence of Cleopatra over Antony,--Indignation at Antony's conduct.--Plans of Cleopatra.--Antony becomes a misanthrope.--His hut on the island of Pharos--Antony's reconciliation with Cleopatra.--Scenes of revelry.--Cleopatra makes a collection of poisons.--Her experiments with them.--Antony's suspicions.--Cleopatra's stratagem.--The bite of the asp.--Cleopatra's tomb.--Progress of Octavius.--Proposal of Antony.--Octavius at Pelusium.--Cleopatra's treasures.--Fears of Octavius.--He arrives at Alexandria.--The sally.--The unfaithful captain.--Disaffection of Antony's men.--Desertion of the fleet.--False rumor of Cleopatra's death.--Antony's despair.--Eros.--Antony's attempt to kill himself.--Antony taken to Cleopatra.--She refuses to open the door.--Antony taken in at the window.--Cleopatra's grief.--Death of Antony.--Cleopatra made prisoner.--Treatment of Cleopatra.--Octavius takes possession of Alexandria.--Antony's funeral.--Cleopatra's wretched condition.--Cleopatra's wounds and bruises.--She resolves to starve herself.--Threats of Octavius.--Their effect.--Octavius visits Cleopatra.--Her wretched condition.--The false inventory.--Cleopatra in a rage.--Octavius deceived.--Cleopatra's determination.--Cleopatra visits Antony's tomb.--Her composure on her return.--Cleopatra's supper.--The basket of figs.--Cleopatra's letter to Octavius.--She is found dead.--Death of Charmion.--Amazement of the by-standers.--Various conjectures as to the cause of Cleopatra's death.--Opinion of Octavius.--His triumph.
242 Nor with an idle care did he behold: Subjects may grieve, but monarchs must redress; He cheers the fearful, and commends the bold, And makes despairers hope for good success.
Hence desertions, raggedness, discontent, suffering; but not despair,--even in the breast of Washington, who realized the difficulties as none else did.
Smith met my glance as I raised my head, and his teeth came together with a loud snap; the jaw muscles stood out prominently beneath the dark skin; and his face was grimly set in that odd, half-despairful expression which I knew so well but which boded so ill for whomsoever occasioned it.
"I should think you'd give up, then," said Mrs. Perkins, despairfully.
Do not there open at such times within our hearts black depths of evil, a power of becoming wicked, a chance of being swept off into sin if one gives way, which one never suspected till then; and yet with all these, the most dreadful sense of helplessness, of slavery, of despair?--God grant that may not remain, for then comes the mad hope to escape death by death, to try by one desperate stroke to rid oneself of that self which is for the time one's torment, worm, fire, death, and hell.
All lips that pray for us, all hearts that we rend With parting, O father, to thee we commend, Protect them and shield them from wrongs and despair.--H. * * * * * EQUANIMITY OF TEMPER.
Jan (in despair).--I shall not go.
"Needst thou--need any one on earth--despair?"--Ib.,
In dread despair!--If conscious then, O gods!
O ye may ca' them vulgar farin'; Wives and mithers maist despairin', Ca' them lives o' men.
For three days we had not seen a salmon, and on the fourth, despairing, we went down to angle for sea-trout in the tide of the greater Saguenay.
The song of the rain was despairing,--low mournful notes rising to a sharp crescendo as the fiercer gusts swept it into the tree tops.
A bare head followed the upstretched arm; two wild, terror-stricken eyes opened and looked despairingly at the peaceful blue heavens; the white lips moved, but no sound came from them.
And when the police came ten minutes later, accompanied by a very proud and virtuous little boy, they heard a small shrill voice crying, despairingly-- "The police, father!
"Yes, lost," said Agnes, despairingly,--"and if somebody do not save him, lost forever; and it is a brave and noble soul, too,--like one of the angels that fell."
If anything could make me swear worse"--he smiled despairingly--"it would be the hope of being hauled up again for another talk like this!"
soon after the 17th July--about three months subsequent to my arrival at the Pole--for none I found later than this date; and these contained nothing scientific, but only orisons and despairings.
And on that day she looked, as all men's sweethearts do at leaving them, more touchingly beautiful than ever we had seen her before; and after we had torn ourself away, we looked back, and there we saw her standing in the same spot we had left her, a statue of misery and despair,--"like Niobe all tears."
And no wonder that he shrank back from the prospect, overwhelmed for the moment with consternation and despair,--not the prospect of death, but of a degradation far worse to the proud spirit of the Kentucky gentleman, on whose good name even political hatred had never been able to fix a stain.
Just then, their attention was arrested by the sudden opening of a casement, and a middle-aged woman, wringing her hands, cried, with a look of unutterable anguish and despair--"Pray for us, good people!
It would not be surprising, if they obtained a popularity equal to those of Alexander Smith; for they give even more musical utterance to the loves, hopes, exultations, regrets, and despairs of youth, and indicate the same hot blood.
When sorrow weeps o'er virtue's sacred dust, Then tears become us, and our grief is just; Such cause had she to weep who gratefully pays This last sad tribute of her love and praise, Who mourns a sister and a friend combined, Where female softness met a manly mind: Mourns, but not murmurs--sighs, but not despairs-- Feels for her loss, but as a Christian bears.
The very things which ought to have made him most unpopular,--the prodigies of luxury and magnificence with which his person was surrounded, while, beyond the enclosure of his parks, nothing was to be seen but starvation and despair,--seemed to increase the respectful attachment which his subjects felt for him.--Edinburgh Rev. (just published.)
her tender soul, so long accustomed to love Horatio, had not courage to support the shock of losing him;--losing him at a time when she thought herself secure of being united to him for ever;--when his discovered birth had rendered her father's wishes conformable to her own, and there wanted nothing but his presence to render both their families completely blessed:--all that excess of love which modesty had hitherto restrained her from giving any public marks of, now shewed itself in the violence of her grief and her despair.--She made no secret of her softest inclinations, and gave a loose to all the impatience of a ruined love.
Let any one form, if they can, an idea suitable to the present situation of Horatio's mind at so astonishing an incident: impossible it was for him to form any certain conjecture on the baron de Palfoy's behaviour; some of his expressions seemed to flatter him with the highest expectations of future happiness, while others, he thought, gave him reason to despair:--sometimes he imagined that it was to his pride and the greatness of his spirit, which would not suffer him to let any obligation go unrequited, that he owed what had been just now done for him.--But when he reflected on the contents of the letter to count Piper, he could not help thinking they were dictated by something more than an enforced gratitude:--he remembered too that he promised him the continuation of his friendship, and had given some hints during the conversation, as if time and some accidents, which might possibly happen, might give a turn to his affairs even on Charlotta's account.--On the whole it appeared most reasonable to conclude, that if he could by any means raise his fortune in the world to the pitch the baron had determined for his daughter, he would not disapprove their loves; and in this belief he could not but think himself as fortunate as he could expect to be, since he never had been vain enough to imagine, that in his present circumstances he might hope either the consent of the father, or the ratification of the daughter's affection.
children, drowned, mutilated, crushed by falling machinery, and that, too, at a moment when they had just been assured that there was no immediate danger, and when hope was beginning to sparkle in the eyes that were sinking into despair,--sovereigns, spray, and the mangled fragments of human bodies massed together as if in the anarchy of hell, and hurled upon the rocks.
So long as the planter despairs,--so long as he assumes that the cane can be cultivated and sugar manufactured at profit only on the system adopted during slavery,--so long as he looks to external aids (among which I class immigration) as his sole hope of salvation from ruin--with what feelings must he contemplate all earnest efforts to civilise the mass of the population?
From the "Everlasting No,"--that dreadful realm of enchantment, where all the forms of nature are frozen forever in dumb imprisonment and despair,--the great vaulted firmament no longer serene and holy and loving as God's curtain for his children's slumbers, but flaming in starry portents, and dropping down over the earth like a funeral pall; through this region of life-semblance and death-reality the lonely and aching pilgrim wanders,--questioning without reply,--wailing, broken, self-consuming,--looking with eager eyes for the waters of immortality, and finding nothing but pools of salt and Marahs of bitterness.
A Bear Hunt.--Patsey explains.--A Promise.--Continuation of Hal's Story.-- Warm Blood.--A Feast of Mule Meat.--The Mountain Cave.--A Punishment.-- Despair.--The Crack of a Rifle.--Liberty.--The Smoke Signal.--The Spy.-- The Two Eyes.--A Horrible Situation.--Relief at last.--A Dissertation on Apaches.--Their Manners and Customs.--A Surprise.--A Desperate Adventure.--Arrival at Apache Pass.--"Sooap.
She looked like an inspired priestess before the altar,--then like Norma in her despair,--then like the maddened Medea in Rachel's thrilling impersonation.