Part 12 (1/2)
It was that which brought this little band together--an ambition to better social life; and it was this pa.s.sion that would lead them onwards through discords into a higher unity and harmony. But in the present social order a misplaced ambition led men to do a thousand wrongs; it produced war, misery and discord, but when placed on the side of humanity it tended upwards towards G.o.d and the heavenly accords. True ambition was the unsatisfied thing that never ends except in something higher, n.o.bler, grander.
Here let me explain again. The four social pa.s.sions before named correspond to the common, chord in music, but ambition corresponds to the seventh note on which no music ever ends. It is always incomplete without the eighth note, the first of the octave above; it runs into it; it is restless, it must never be left alone, but always has an object--the higher unity. Such is true ambition, and such are its results in the natural order.
Applause followed Mr. Dana's speech, and after his remarks the sentiment of the evening turned towards, home life. The orators spoke of the earnest endeavors of the men and women by whom they were surrounded; of their constant daily labor to produce harmony and higher social development, and more particularly of their years of personal toil and devotion, and of their own earnest affection for one another, until tears started in some eyes.
Mr. Ripley spoke of the devotion of the persons about to leave the a.s.sociation to found ”a little colony of their own,” for whom he had the highest personal esteem, cemented by years of friends.h.i.+p, counsel and labor together; his sorrow for their departure; his good wishes for them, and his hopes for their present and future welfare, and closed with a sentiment, ”The late chief of the Farming Series, Minot Pratt and his family--they can not remain long in _Concord_ without returning to _harmony_” (Concord, Ma.s.sachusetts, was where our farmer was going), for which the modest gentleman returned thanks for himself and wife in a few kind and earnest words.
One after another joined in pleasant remarks, and the simple feast, the music and the conversation were kept up. The ever-present fun and frolic abounded in some corners, but the joke of the evening was perhaps that of the Parson--him of the sharp face and nose, who read so late by the light of the lamp in ”Attica”--who commenced his remarks by saying that he desired to offer a sentiment, and must be pardoned if it was of a personal nature. Now the reason why this gentleman got the t.i.tle of ”the Parson” was not from his reading, his gravity or want of gravity, but from the fact of his having been educated for the ministry, which in those days required a great deal more preaching d.a.m.nation to sinners than now. His unwillingness to do so was the means of his leaving the pulpit, and this gave the pith of the toast or sentiment offered.
Parson Capen's speech was sharp. He did not spill over on every occasion. He had no little spurts of wit like a spatter of water on a hot stove, but when he let out his joke it went off like a percussion cap. The attention of the company being secured, he alluded to his present position as a change, he believed, for the better--from his former relation to society when he was preaching against, to the present time when he was working for, humanity; and gave as a toast, ”Ephraim Capen--_thrust into_ the pulpit to _d.a.m.n_ mankind, _thrust out_ of the pulpit to _bless_ mankind.”
Laughter followed this sharp witticism, and the hours pa.s.sed quickly on until it was near midnight, when it was suggested that ”Old Hundred” be sung, and all joined in the anthem. As the last note died away, the stroke of the clock announced the hour of twelve, and all departed to their houses to sleep, and dream of the pleasant time they had enjoyed.
CHAPTER IX.
SOCIAL AND PARLOR LIFE.
We now pa.s.s over some months of the life with few words. I have tried to portray it on the farm as it appeared to me, and leave you to think that it continues on and on, ever in the same general current, through the long, clear days and moonlight nights of summer, and the cooler days and misty evenings of the later season, to the time when the warning comes to the farmer to gather in the ripened products of his labor.
I pa.s.s over the later autumn--when the fields are cleared of all but the remains of vegetation, and we hear no more the songs of the crickets and the mult.i.tudinous insect life that fills the air of the August and September nights, as the full moon looks down on the fields and meadow rich in foliage--to the time when the thought of the farmer is for wood for the winter, for the preservation of the farming implements, for making all things ”taut and trig” about the barn and houses to secure their warmth for the coming cold weather and snow; past the day of the New England Thanksgiving, along to Christmas time, saying only in pa.s.sing that the leaders were much engaged in lecturing, as well as with other duties.
One evening in autumn a party from the farm, myself the youngest of them, started for Boston to hear one of a course of lectures. Mr.
Ripley was the chairman, and the ever bounteous joyousness of his nature sparkled out in wit and mirth. These meetings were free, and discussion was invited, but there was present an excitable woman who had a habit of rising at any moment, no matter who was speaking, to make odd remarks and inquiries. She was considered a great nuisance, especially at the meetings of the antislavery societies, where she was often found, and I more than once saw her ”suppressed” by police officers. On this occasion, whilst Mr. Brisbane was speaking, she arose to propound questions.
Immediate excitement was visible in the audience, and cries of ”Put her out,” arose. Mr. Ripley was on his feet in an instant. He declared the meeting to be a free one, and that it was ever the faith and duty of those engaged in this liberal movement to give the largest liberty to all inquirers; he appealed to all to be quiet and hear what the lady had to say, for she would, as well as all others, give them credit for having paid respectful attention to whoever wished to make inquiries, and whenever Miss F. had spoken, she could not but acknowledge that they had always and at all times listened to her with the utmost--and he hesitated as if seeking carefully for the exact word, which he uttered slowly and with the utmost gravity--_patience_. At this queer termination the audience laughed loudly, and gave her a hearing, and shortly, pleased at her conquest, she sat down, and disturbed no future meeting of the a.s.sociationists.
Again during the discussion Mr. Ripley announced that a contribution would be taken to defray expenses, ”but as the speaking was to be continued during the time the box was pa.s.sing round,” the audience was requested to _”put in as many bills as possible so as not to disturb the speaker by the rattling of small change.”_ After the meeting closed, the wagon in which we rode to town was deserted by some half dozen of its male pa.s.sengers who, with the speed of Indian runners, started for the farm on foot. Being slight of build and not over strong, I would have been left behind, had it not been for the friends.h.i.+p of the Admiral, who awaited my movements, but we still sped on with rapidity, overtaking some, and neared the farm in time to hear the bark of our dog Carlo announce the arrival of the team only a few minutes before us.
The autumn and early winter were very mild. The ground was not frozen on the twenty-fourth day of December, and the gardener had many crocus bulbs unplanted, owing to too much labor in and around the new greenhouse and garden, and being desirous of saving them, commenced to plant them on the Hive terraces in ”her majesty's garden.” There were hundreds of them. In the morning we prepared our beds and dug our holes for planting. The sky was lowery, and it was afternoon when we commenced to plant.
Shortly the raindrops began to fall, but we continued our work. It rained harder and harder. I had on only ordinary woollen clothing, cotton s.h.i.+rt, no unders.h.i.+rt, and wore over it only an old green baize jacket. Wet to the skin; the rain ran off of me in streams. With my wet hands I a.s.sorted and handed the bulbs, four or five at a time, to the gardener, and as they touched the ground or his fingers, the earth stuck to them and mixed mud and plants together. The rain began to grow colder and colder, and our work was not done, but as the shades of night began to fall we finished it. Chilled and cold we wended our way towards the greenhouse, where I changed wet clothes for dry ones. The night came on cold; the wind howled; the rain turned into snow and on Christmas morning the ground was covered with a rough, hard conglomerate of snow and ice.
But the next day neither chill nor cold resulted from the long exposure. Was it because our lives were more in harmony with nature than is usual?
At the Eyry all through the winter, in its cosy little parlor, reigned our queens and kings of art and music. I was partial to the room and the company, yet neither felt nor understood the deep music. It is true that I sang songs of my own and made my own harmonies as I wandered over the fields and meadows. The mystic measure of the sunny waltz haunted me happily at times, and my heart kept time to its rhythm even as my feet had kept time in the merry dance; but it seemed to me as though there was a lack of sense in the jingle, and a depth of feeling untouched in me that the music of the parlor had not or could not reach--I did not appreciate it.
It was a pleasure for Mr. Dwight to secure a quartette of singers from the city. I could mention names, but I forbear, yet there are two faces so indelibly linked with those most happy hours, that I must, in order to be true to this sketch of Brook Farm life, twine them into my narrative.
The first face was serene, charming and dignified. Its cheeks were round and gracefully full, and colored with delicious pink, and a dimple rounded in them when the kindly face smiled. Above them reigned a queenly forehead, and over the brown eyes a fine brow. The nose was straight, the upper lip short, and the features were regular. The owner of this face was tall and graceful, and her dark, glossy hair was combed plainly back. She was ever neatly dressed, and her favorite decoration was a wreath of the wild partridge vine, rich with its red berries, which added to her graceful presence. It was her sweet voice, soft and low, that chimed in, in our quartette. She came and went and seemed one of us, as in spirit she was, though in fact only a friendly visitor.
The other face was different and not as pretty, yet it grew upon you more and more.
There was no blue like those eyes of blue, if they were delicately small, and if there was a little drooping expression as though the sun above was a trifle too powerful for them. This was no detriment, however; it lent them a mildness, a soft haze, like that we so much admire in a landscape, and made them more in keeping with the mild, tranquil countenance.
The eyebrows were softly penciled--not bold, not prominent--and were not much arched, and the nose, that was Grecian, was full between the eyes. The lips were of good size as well as the mouth, and the upper lip long enough to indicate strength of character. The chin was finely drawn, and the throat rather large and full. About the mouth, even in repose, seemed to rest the faint semblance of a smile, as though it could not leave its pleasant dwelling place; as though it was akin to the features themselves, as the color of the eyes or hair. The forehead was pure, womanly; intellectual enough, full enough, high enough, but toned down to the sweet, womanly features. It was a fine face; a vigorous, womanly one, unmarked with a single manly symptom, but independent, pure and serene.
And what could set off this face better than that soft, light, blonde hair, that wound into full, large ringlets, looped up in Grecian style?
In vain it is for me to describe the tints of it. It seemed as though the Divine Artist had taken the beautiful colors from his palette and mixed them for this especial head. There was a touch of suns.h.i.+ne in it also, and it seems but yesterday that I saw the old gardener take a stray one from the sleeve of his baize jacket, where by chance it had strayed and caught--for the fair owner liked to visit the greenhouse--and hold it admiringly and enthusiastically up in the morning sunlight, and I remember the golden s.h.i.+mmer it had in it, for he called my attention to it. A French writer's words seem to meet its description better than my own: ”Non pas rouges--Mais blonde avec des reflets dores, on delicatement se jouait la lumiere du soleil.”
In distinction to the lady named before, the present one was short, of fairly full figure, and not above the average grace. You might even say that the large head was carried a little too far forward for elegance.