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and guardians； nothing interrupted the glow of spirits which ran
through every bosom； tinged with the songs of a Virgil and the tide
of a Homer。 Elfonzo and Ambulinia soon repaired to the scene；
and fortunately for them both the house was so crowded that they took
their seats together in the music department； which was not in view
of the auditory。 This fortuitous circumstances added more the bliss
of the Major than a thousand such exhibitions would have done。
He forgot that he was man； music had lost its charms for him；
whenever he attempted to carry his part； the string of the instrument
would break； the bow became stubborn； and refused to obey the loud
calls of the audience。 Here； he said； was the paradise of his home；
the long…sought…for opportunity； he felt as though he could
send a million supplications to the throne of Heaven for such
an exalted privilege。 Poor Leos； who was somewhere in the crowd；
looking as attentively as if he was searching for a needle in a haystack；
here is stood； wondering to himself why Ambulinia was not there。
〃Where can she be？ Oh！ if she was only here； how I could relish
the scene！ Elfonzo is certainly not in town； but what if he is？
I have got the wealth； if I have not the dignity； and I am sure that
the squire and his lady have always been particular friends of mine；
and I think with this assurance I shall be able to get upon the blind
side of the rest of the family and make the heaven…born Ambulinia
the mistress of all I possess。〃 Then； again； he would drop his head；
as if attempting to solve the most difficult problem in Euclid。
While he was thus conjecturing in his own mind； a very interesting
part of the exhibition was going on； which called the attention
of all present。 The curtains of the stage waved continually
by the repelled forces that were given to them； which caused
Leos to behold Ambulinia leaning upon the chair of Elfonzo。
Her lofty beauty； seen by the glimmering of the chandelier；
filled his heart with rapture； he knew not how to contain himself；
to go where they were would expose him to ridicule； to continue
where he was； with such an object before him； without being allowed
an explanation in that trying hour； would be to the great injury
of his mental as well as of his physical powers； and； in the name
of high heaven； what must he do？ Finally； he resolved to contain
himself as well as he conveniently could； until the scene was over；
and then he would plant himself at the door； to arrest Ambulinia from
the hands of the insolent Elfonzo； and thus make for himself a more
prosperous field of immortality than ever was decreed by Omnipotence；
or ever pencil drew or artist imagined。 Accordingly he made
himself sentinel； immediately after the performance of the evening
retained his position apparently in defiance of all the world； he waited；
he gazed at every lady； his whole frame trembled； here he stood；
until everything like human shape had disappeared from the institution；
and he had done nothing； he had failed to accomplish that which he
so eagerly sought for。 Poor； unfortunate creature！ he had not
the eyes of an Argus； or he might have seen his Juno and Elfonzo；
assisted by his friend Sigma； make their escape from the window；
and； with the rapidity of a race…horse； hurry through the blast of
the storm to the residence of her father； without being recognized。
He did not tarry long； but assured Ambulinia the endless chain
of their existence was more closely connected than ever； since he
had seen the virtuous； innocent； imploring； and the constant
Amelia murdered by the jealous…hearted Farcillo； the accursed of
the land。
The following is the tragical scene； which is only introduced
to show the subject…matter that enabled Elfonzo to come to such
a determinate resolution that nothing of the kind should ever
dispossess him of his true character； should he be so fortunate
as to succeed in his present undertaking。
Amelia was the wife of Farcillo； and a virtuous woman； Gracia；
a young lady； was her particular friend and confidant。 Farcillo grew
jealous of Amelia； murders her； finds out that he was deceived；
AND STABS HIMSELF。 Amelia appears alone； talking to herself。
A。 Hail； ye solitary ruins of antiquity； ye sacred tombs and
silent walks！ it is your aid I invoke； it is to you； my soul；
wrapt in deep mediating； pours forth its prayer。 Here I wander upon
the stage of mortality； since the world hath turned against me。
Those whom I believed to be my friends； alas！ are now my enemies；
planting thorns in all my paths； poisoning all my pleasures；
and turning the past to pain。 What a lingering catalogue of sighs
and tears lies just before me； crowding my aching bosom with
the fleeting dream of humanity； which must shortly terminate。
And to what purpose will all this bustle of life； these agitations
and emotions of the heart have conduced； if it leave behind it
nothing of utility； if it leave no traces of improvement？ Can it
be that I am deceived in my conclusions？ No； I see that I have
nothing to hope for； but everything for fear； which tends to drive
me from the walks of time。
Oh！ in this dead night； if loud winds arise；
To lash the surge and bluster in the skies；
May the west its furious rage display；
Toss me with storms in the watery way。
（Enter Gracia。）
G。 Oh； Amelia； is it you； the object of grief； the daughter of opulence；
of wisdom and philosophy； that thus complaineth？ It cannot be you
are the child of misfortune； speaking of the monuments of former ages；
which were allotted not for the reflection of the distressed；
but for the fearless and bold。
A。 Not the child of poverty； Gracia； or the heir of glory and peace；
but of fate。 Remember； I have wealth more than wit can number； I have
had power more than kings could emcompass； yet the world seems a desert；
all nature appears an afflictive spectacle of warring passions。
This blind fatality； that capriciously sports with the rules
and lives of mortals； tells me that the mountains will never again
send forth the water of their springs to my thirst。 Oh； that I
might be freed and set at liberty from wretchedness！ But I fear；
I fear this will never be。
G。 Why； Amelia； this untimely grief？ What has caused the sorrows
that bespeak better and happier days； to those lavish out such
heaps of misery？ You are aware that your instructive lessons
embellish the mind with holy truths； by wedding its attention
to none but great and noble affections。
A。 This； of course； is some consolation。 I will ever love my own
species with feelings of a fond recollection； and while I am
studying to advance the universal philanthropy； and the spotless
name of my own sex； I will try to build my own upon the pleasing
belief that I have accelerated the advancement of one who whispers
of departed confidence。
And I； like some poor peasant fated to reside