and then Paul awoke,-awoke mind and body,—and sat upright in his bed. He saw them now about him. There was no gray mist before them as there had been sometimes in the night. He knew them everyone and called them by their names. 'And who is this? Is this my old nurse?' asked the child, regarding with a radiant smile a figure coming in. Yes, yes. No other stranger would have shed those tears at sight of him; called him her dear boy, her pretty boy, her own poor blighted child. No other woman would have stooped down to his bed, and taken up his wasted hand, and put it to her lips and breast, as one who had some right to fondle it. No other woman would have so forgotten everybody there but him and Floy, and been so full of tenderness and pity. 'Floy! this is a kind good face; I am glad to see it again. Don't go away, old nurse! stay here. Goodbye!' Goodbye, my child!', cried Mrs. Pipchin, hurrying to the bed's head, 'not goodbye!' Ah, yes; goodbye! Where's papa ?' He felt his father's breath upon his cheek before the words had parted from his lips. The feeble hand waved in the air, as if it cried goodbye!' again. 'Now lay me down; and Floy, come close to me, and let me see you!' Sister and brother wound their arms around each other, and the golden light came streaming in, and fell upon them locked together. 'How fast the river runs between its green bank and the rushes, Floy! But it's very near the sea; I hear the waves! They always said so!' Presently he told her that the motion of the boat upon the stream was lulling him to rest; how green the banks 118. were now; how bright the flowers growing on them; how tall the rushes! Now the boat was out at sea, but gliding smoothly on. And now there was a shore before him. Who stood on the bank? He put his hands together as he had been used to do at The golden ripple on the wall came back again, and Oh! Thank God, all who sce it, for that older fashion yet of immortality. And look upon us, angels of young children, with regards not quite estranged, when the swift river bears us also to the ocean!" (Dickens). As in attempting Sublimity we are liable to fall into Bombast and Frigidity, so in aiming at Pathos we may become merely sentimental or maudlin if our language exceeds the occasion, if the so-called Pathos consists of mere words, phraseology, and figures, without originality, keeping, or alternation and relief. Sometimes, in humorous writing the maudlin combined with the ridiculous is purposely made use of, as in the lover's lament (from the Ingoldsby Legends); "There's somewhat on my breast, father, There's somewhat on my breast! The livelong day I sigh, father, I cannot take my rest, father, My lands are broad and fair to see But oh! 'tis not a kinsman's hand 'Tis not that Janet's false, father, 'Tis not that she's unkind; Though busy flatterers swarm around I know her constant mind. 'Tis not her coldness, father, That chills my labouring breast; It's that confounded cucumber I've eat and can't digest." Now this is, of course, an extreme case of the maudlin; only let students beware that, in attempting the Pathetic with trivial subjects, they do not unintentionally produce a composition as ridiculous as the above is intentionally made. A common fault of many writers is to attempt to express pathos that they do not feel, and particularly to overload their compositions with empty declamation about passion, instead of encouraging the true feeling where it should exist, and expressing it in simple language. 145 EXAMPLES OF BEAUTIFUL PASSAGES. I. THE GOLDEN AGE. Thompson. The first fresh dawn then waked the gladdened race Of uncorrupted man, nor blushed to see The sluggard sleep beneath its sacred beam: Their hours away; while in the rosy vale Love breathed his infant sighs, from anguish free, And full replete with bliss; save the sweet pain, That, inly thrilling, but exalts it more. Nor yet injurious act, nor surly deed, Was known among those happy sons of Heaven; II. EVE'S FIRST AWAKENING TO CONSCIOUSNESS, AND HER MEETING WITH ADAM. Milton. That day I oft remember, when, from sleep, I first awaked, and found myself reposed Into a liquid plain; then stood unmoved, A shape within the watery gleam appeared, Mine eyes till now, and pined with vain desire, Had not a voice thus warned me :-" What thou seest; But follow straight, invisibly thus led; Than that smooth watery image. Back I turned: His flesh, his bone; to give thee being, I lent, |