The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 52, February, 1862 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 52, February, 1862.

The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 52, February, 1862 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 305 pages of information about The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 09, No. 52, February, 1862.
so that we could all take the place in partnership, and pass the summer together, living a true and beautiful life in the bosom of Nature.  There we shall be perfectly free and untrammelled by the chains which still hang around us in Norridgeport.  You know how often we have wanted to be set on some island in the Pacific Ocean, where we could build up a true society, right from the start.  Now, here’s a chance to try the experiment for a few months, anyhow.’

“Eunice clapped her hands (yes, you did!) and cried out,—­

“‘Splendid!  Arcadian!  I’ll give up my school for the summer.’

“Miss Ringtop gave her opinion in another quotation:—­

  “’The rainbow hues of the Ideal
  Condense to gems, and form the Real!’

“Abel Mallory, of course, did not need to have the proposal repeated.  He was ready for anything which promised indolence, and the indulgence of his sentimental tastes.  I will do the fellow the justice to say that he was not a hypocrite.  He firmly believed both in himself and his ideas,—­especially the former.  He pushed both hands through the long wisps of his drab-colored hair, and threw his head back until his wide nostrils resembled a double door to his brain.

“‘O Nature!’ he said, ’you have found your lost children!  We shall obey your neglected laws! we shall hearken to your divine whispers! we shall bring you back from your ignominious exile, and place you on your ancestral throne!’

“‘Let us do it!’ was the general cry.

“A sudden enthusiasm fired us, and we grasped each other’s hands in the hearty impulse of the moment.  My own private intention to make a summer trip to the White Mountains had been relinquished the moment I heard Eunice give in her adhesion.  I may as well confess, at once, that I was desperately in love, and afraid to speak to her.

“By the time Mrs. Shelldrake brought in the apples and water we were discussing the plan as a settled thing.  Hollins had an engagement to deliver Temperance lectures in Ohio during the summer, but decided to postpone his departure until August, so that he might, at least, spend two months with us.  Faith Levis couldn’t go,—­at which, I think, we were all secretly glad.  Some three or four others were in the same case, and the company was finally arranged to consist of the Shelldrakes, Hollins, Mallory, Eunice, Miss Ringtop, and myself.  We did not give much thought, either to the preparations in advance, or to our mode of life when settled there.  We were to live near to Nature:  that was the main thing.

“‘What shall we call the place?’ asked Eunice.

“‘Arcadia!’ said Abel Mallory, rolling up his large green eyes.

“‘Then,’ said Hollins, ‘let us constitute ourselves the Arcadian Club!’”

——­“Aha!” interrupted Mr. Johnson, “I see!  The A.C.!”

“Yes, you see the A.C. now,” said Mrs. Billings; “but to understand it fully, you should have had a share in those Arcadian experiences.”

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