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vouring infatuation , and you foresaw the event . ' Hold : ' you do conclude too fast . ' I did not run away for the purpose of seeking the stage . My imagination gazed over an immense extent of physical prospect , and I brought it under my touch , long before my
eye rested , for a permanence , on the creations of the drama . After this first play , ' I served a seven years' apprenticeship to excitements and carelessnesses , to watchfulness and recklessness , to adventure and dreaminess , in a variety of climates and country , and amidst diversities of character and associates , and changes of con * dition , ere I entered on the vexatious and gladdening , the baffling and encouraging , pilgrimage of the histrionist .
In closing my first chapter , I announced to the reader that I should speak of my abstraction of myself from home in the second . Here is the conclusion of my third chapter , and I have not yet reached so far on my life ' s road as that event . I promise to dash at once into it in my next .
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488 The Dumb Orphan .
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The following verses were occasioned by the circumstance which Silvio Pellico relates of the mitigation of his sufferings when imprisoned at Milan , by the sympathy of a deaf and dumb child about five or six years old , whose parents had been executed for theft . The anecdote is quoted in the last No . of the Monthly Repository , p . 404 * . Where art tliou , happy , blessed child—Thou beautiful ! where art thou now ? That I may look upon the mild And noble flush that warm'd thy brow ; And see the nature-smile that danced On thy true lip , and catch the light Thine eye shot forth , the while it glanced Thy sense of joy , sumnVd up in sight .
Oh , no—not all—a stainless tear Pimm'd , while it glorified , thy gaze . 'Twas the heart ' s dew exhaling there , To radiate and approve the blaze . Yes , thou wast eloquent ! how much Of meaning burst from thy footspring ! A soul was in thy finger ' s touch : And heart and soul spoke in that cling . I cannot see parental stain Roll through thy limbs , thou noble boy—Thou ' rt free from it , as are the vain , Birth-honoured , of that base alloy , The heart ' s pure truth : they bathe and drink In stagnant ponds , and wash away That heritage of good , then think They ' re dignified on merit ? rey .
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THE DUMB ORPHAN OF THE PRISON OF SANTA MARGHERITA .
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Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), July 2, 1833, page 488, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2618/page/48/
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