Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works eBook

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Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 4,188 pages of information about Complete Project Gutenberg Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr. Works.

“The bard of Oxbow Pillage—­our valued correspondent who writes over the signature of G. H.—­is, in our opinion, more remarkable for his originality than for any other of his numerous gifts.”

Clement was apparently silenced by this, and the poet a little elated with a sense of triumph.  Susan could not help sharing his feeling of satisfaction, and without meaning it in the least, nay, without knowing it, for she was as simple and pure as new milk, edged a little bit—­the merest infinitesimal atom—­nearer to Gifted Hopkins, who was on one side of her, while Clement walked on the other.  Women love the conquering party,—­it is the way of their sex.  And poets, as we have seen, are well-nigh irresistible when they exert their dangerous power of fascination upon the female heart.  But Clement was above jealousy; and, if he perceived anything of this movement, took no notice of it.

He saw a good deal of his pretty Susan that day.  She was tender in her expressions and manners as usual, but there was a little something in her looks and language from time to time that Clement did not know exactly what to make of.  She colored once or twice when the young poet’s name was mentioned.  She was not so full of her little plans for the future as she had sometimes been, “everything was so uncertain,” she said.  Clement asked himself whether she felt quite as sure that her attachment would last as she once did.  But there were no reproaches, not even any explanations, which are about as bad between lovers.  There was nothing but an undefined feeling on his side that she did not cling quite so closely to him, perhaps, as he had once thought, and that, if he had happened to have been drowned that day when he went down with the beautiful young woman, it was just conceivable that Susan, who would have cried dreadfully, no doubt, would in time have listened to consolation from some other young man,—­possibly from the young poet whose verses he had been admiring.  Easy-crying widows take new husbands soonest; there is nothing like wet weather for transplanting, as Master Gridley used to say.  Susan had a fluent natural gift for tears, as Clement well knew, after the exercise of which she used to brighten up like the rose which had been washed, just washed in a shower, mentioned by Cowper.

As for the poet, he learned more of his own sentiments during this visit of Clement’s than he had ever before known.  He wandered about with a dreadfully disconsolate look upon his countenance.  He showed a falling-off in his appetite at tea-time, which surprised and disturbed his mother, for she had filled the house with fragrant suggestions of good things coming, in honor of Mr. Lindsay, who was to be her guest at tea.  And chiefly the genteel form of doughnut called in the native dialect cymbal (Qu.  Symbol?  B. G.) which graced the board with its plastic forms, suggestive of the most pleasing objects,—­the spiral ringlets pendent from the brow of beauty; the

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