The Continental Monthly, Vol. 6, No 4, August, 1864. Various
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Man. He is as black as night; he flies nearer; the whirring of his vast wings stirs me like the whistling hail of bullets in the fight.
The Eagle. Draw the sword of thy fathers, and combat for their power, their fame!
The Man. His wide wings spread above me; he gazes into my eyes with the charm of the rattlesnake—Ha! I understand thee!
The Eagle. Despair not! Yield not now, nor ever! Thy enemies, thy miserable enemies, will fall to dust before thee!
The Man. Going?… Farewell, then, among the rocks, behind which thou vanishest!… Whatever thou mayst be, delusion or truth, victory or ruin, I trust in thee, herald of fame, harbinger of glory!
Spirit of the mighty Past, come to my aid! and even if thou hast already returned to the bosom of God, quit it—and come to me! Inspire me with the ancient heroism! Become in me, force, thought, action!
Stooping to the ground, he turns up and throws aside a viper.
Curses upon thee, loathsome reptile! Even as thou diest, crushed and writhing, and nature breathes no sigh for thy fate, so will the destroyers of the Past perish in the abyss of nothingness, leaving no trace, and awakening no regret.
None of the countless clouds of heaven will pause one moment in their flight to look upon the thronging hosts of men now gathering to kill and slaughter!
First they—then I—
Boundless vault of blue, so softly pouring round the earth! the earth is a sick child, gnashing her teeth, weeping, struggling, sobbing; but thou hearest her not, nor tremblest, flowing in silence ever gently on, calm in thine own infinity!
Farewell forever, O mother nature! Henceforth I must wander among men! I must combat with my brethren!
A chamber. The Man. George. A Physician.
The Man. No one has as yet been of the least service to him; my last hopes are placed in you.
Physician. You do me much honor.
The Man. Tell me your opinion of the case.
George. I can neither see you, my father, nor the gentleman to whom you speak. Dark or black webs float before my eyes, and again something like a snake seems to crawl across them. Sometimes a golden cloud stands before them, flies up, and then falls down upon them, and a rainbow springs out of it; but there is no pain—they never hurt me—I do not suffer, father.
Physician. Come here, George, in the shade. How old are you?
He looks steadily into the eyes of the boy.
The Man. He is fourteen years old.
Physician. Now turn your eyes directly to the light, to the window.
The Man. What do you say, doctor?
Physician. The eyelids are beautifully formed, the white perfectly pure, the blue deep, the veins in good order, the muscles strong.
To George.
You may laugh at all this, George. You will be perfectly well; as well as I am.
To the Man (aside).
There is no hope. Look at the pupils yourself, count; there is not the least susceptibility to the light; there is a paralysis of the optic nerve.
George. Everything looks to me as if covered with black clouds.
The Man. Yes, they are open, blue, lifeless, dead!
George. When I shut my eyelids I can see more than when my eyes are open.
Physician. His mind is precocious; it is rapidly consuming his body. We must guard him against an attack of catalepsy.
The Man (leading the doctor aside). Save him, doctor, and the half of my estate is yours!
Physician. A disorganization cannot be reorganized.
He takes up his hat and cane.
Pardon me, count, but I can remain here no longer; I am forced now to visit a patient whom I am to couch for cataract.
The Man. For God's sake, do not desert us!
Physician. Perhaps you have some curiosity to know the name of this malady?…
The Man. Speak! is there no hope?
Physician. It is called, from the Greek, amaurosis.
Exit Physician.
The Man (pressing his son to his heart). But you can still see a little, George?
George. I can hear your voice, father!
The Man. Try if you can see. Look out of the window; the sun is shining brightly, the sky is clear.
George. I see crowds of forms circling between the pupils of my eyes and my eyelids—faces I have often seen before, the leaves of books I have read before....
The Man. Then you really do still see?
George. Yes, with the eyes of my spirit—but the eyes of my body have gone out forever.
The Man (falls on his knees as if to pray; pauses, and exclaims bitterly:) Before whom shall I kneel—to whom pray—to whom complain of the unjust doom crushing my innocent child?
He rises from his knees.
It is best to bear all in silence—God laughs at our prayers—Satan mocks at our curses—
A Voice. But thy son is a Poet—and what wouldst thou more?
The Physician and Godfather.
Godfather. It is certainly a great misfortune to be blind.
Physician. And at his age a very unusual one.
Godfather. His frame was always very fragile, and his mother died somewhat—so—so …
Physician. How did she die?
Godfather. A little so … you understand … not quite in her right mind.
The Man (entering). I pray you, pardon my intrusion at so late an hour, but for the last night or two my son has wakened up at twelve o'clock, left his bed, and talked in his sleep.
Will you have the kindness to follow me, and watch him to-night?
Physician. I will go to him immediately; I am very much interested in the observation of such phenomena.
Relations, Godfather, Physician, the Man, a Nurse—assembled in the sleeping apartment of George Stanislaus.
First Relation. Hush! hush! be quiet!
Second Relation. He is awake, but neither sees nor hears us.
Physician. I beg that you will all remain perfectly silent.
Godfather. This seems to be a most extraordinary malady.
George (rising from his seat). God! O God!
First Relation. How lightly he treads!
Second Relation. Look! he clasps his thin hands across his breast.
Third Relation. His eyelids are motionless; he does not move his lips, but what a sharp and thrilling shriek!
Nurse. Christ, shield him!
George. Depart from me, Darkness! I am a child of light and song, and what hast thou to do with me? What dost thou desire from me?
I do not yield myself to thee, although my sight has flown away upon the wings of the wind, and is flitting restlessly about through infinite space: it will return to me—my eyes will open with a flash of flame—and I will see the universe!
Godfather. He talks exactly as his mother did; he does not know what he is saying, I think his condition very critical.
Physician. He is in great danger.
Nurse. Holy Mother of God! take my eyes, and give them to the poor boy!
George. My mother, I entreat thee! O mother, send me thoughts