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Surely, I then was happy! I can not deceive myself as to the

character of those brief Eden moments of security and peace. Even

now, lone as I appear in the sight of others--degraded as I feel

myself--even now I look back on our low white cottage, by the

shores of that placid lake--its little palings gleaming sweetly

through its dense green foliage--recall those happy, halcyon days,

and feel that we both, for the time, had attained the secret--the

secret worth all the rest--of an enjoyment actually felt, and

quite as full, flush, and satisfactory, as it had seemed in the

perspective. Possession had taken nothing of the gusto from hope.

Truth had not impaired a single beauty of the ideal. I looked in

Julia's face at morning when I awakened, and her loveliness did

not fade. My lips, that drank sweetness from hers, did not cease

to believe the sweetness to be there--as pure, as warm, as full

of richness, as when I had only dreamed of their perfections. Our

days and nights were pure, and gentle, and fond. One twenty-four

hours shall speak for all.

When we rose at morning, we prepared for a ramble, either into the

woods, or along the banks of the lovely river that lay west of, and

at a short distance only from, our dwelling. There, wandering, as

the sun rose, we imparted to each other's eyes the several objects

of beauty which his rising glance betrayed. Sometimes we sat

beneath a tree, while she hurriedly sketched a clump of woods, the

winding turn of the shore, its occasional crescent form or abrupt

headland, as they severally appeared in a new light, and at a happy

moment of time, beneath our vision. The songs of pleasant birds

allured us on; the sweet scent of pines and myrtle refreshed us;

and a gay, wholesome, hearty spirit was awakened in our mutual

bosoms, as thus, day after day, while, like the d&y, our hearts

were in their first youth, we resorted to the ever-fresh mansions

of the sovereign Nature. This habit produces purity of feeling,

and continues the habit in its earliest simplicity. The childlike

laws which it encourages and strengthens are those which virtue

most loves, and which strained forms of society are the first to

overthrow. The pure tastes of youth are those which are always

most dear to humanity; and love is easy of access, and peace not

often a stranger to the mind, where these tastes preserve their

ascendency.

My profession was something at variance with these tastes and

feelings. The very idea of law, which presupposes the frequent

occurrence of injustice, engenders, by its practice, a habit of

suspicion. To throw doubt upon the fact, and defeat and prevent

convictions of the probable, are habits which lawyers soon acquire.

This is natural from the daily encounter with bad and striving

men--men who employ the law as an instrument by which to evade

right, or inflict wrong; and, this apart, the acute mind loves,

for its own sake, the very exercise of doubt, by which ingenuity

is put in practice, and an adroit discrimination kept constantly

at work.