“Does Mr. Lyon design returning soon from the South?”
“I heard him say to father that he did not think he would be in this part of the world again for six or eight months.”
And again the eyes of Fanny shunned the earnest gaze of Mr. Allison.
“How far South does he go?”
“I am not able to answer you clearly; but I think I heard father say that he would visit Central America.”
“Ah! He is something of a traveller, then?”
“Yes, sir; he has travelled a great deal.”
“He is an Englishman?”
“Yes, sir. His father is an old business friend of my father’s.”
“So I understood.”
There was a pause, in which Mr. Allison seemed to be thinking intently.
“It is a little singular, certainly,” said he, as if speaking only to himself.
“What is singular?” asked Fanny, looking curiously at her companion.
“Why, that I should have been so mistaken. I doubted not, for a moment, that the person I saw was Mr. Lyon.”
Fanny did not look up. If she had done so, the gaze fixed upon her would have sent a deeper crimson to her cheek than flushed it a few moments before.
“Have you any skill in reading character, Fanny?” asked Mr. Allison, in a changed and rather animated voice, and with a manner that took away the constraint that had, from the first, oppressed the mind of the young girl.
“No very great skill, I imagine,” was the smiling answer.
“It is a rare, but valuable gift,” said the old man. “I was about to call it an art; but it is more a gift than an art; for, if not possessed by nature, it is too rarely acquired. Yet, in all pure minds, there is something that we may call analogous—a perception of moral qualities in those who approach us. Have you never felt an instinctive repugnance to a person on first meeting him?”
“Oh, yes.”
“And been as strongly attracted in other cases?”
“Often.”
“Have you ever compared this impression with your subsequent knowledge of the person’s character?”
Fanny thought for a little while, and then said—
“I am not sure that I have, Mr. Allison.”
“You have found yourself mistaken in persons after some acquaintance with them?”
“Yes; more than once.”
“And I doubt not, that if you had observed the impression these persons made on you when you met them for the first time, you would have found that impression a true index to their character. Scarcely noticing these first impressions, which are instinctive perceptions of moral qualities, we are apt to be deceived by the exterior which almost every one assumes on a first acquaintance; and then, if we are not adepts at reading character, we may be a long time in finding out the real quality. Too often this real character is manifested, after we have formed intimate relations with the person, that may not be dissolved while the heart knows a life-throb. Is that not a serious thought, Fanny?”
“It is, Mr. Allison,—a very serious, and a solemn thought.”
“Do you think that you clearly comprehend my meaning?”
“I do not know that I see all you wish me to comprehend,” answered Fanny.
“May I attempt to make it clearer?”
“I always listen to you with pleasure and profit, Mr. Allison,” said Fanny.
“Did you ever think that your soul had senses as well as your body?” inquired the old man.
“You ask me a strange question. How can a mere spirit—an airy something, so to speak—have senses?”
“Do you never use the words—’I see it clearly’—meaning that you see some form of truth presented to your mind. As, for instance,—if I say, ‘To be good is to be happy,’ you will answer, ‘Oh, yes; I see that clearly.’ Your soul, then, has, at least, the sense of sight. And that it has the sense of taste also, will, I think, be clear to you, when you remember bow much you enjoy the reading of a good book, wherein is food for the mind. Healthy food is sometimes presented in so unpalatable a shape, that the taste rejects it; and so it is with truth, which is the mind’s food. I instance this, to make it clearer to you. So you see that the soul has at least two senses—sight and taste. That it has feeling needs scarcely an illustration. The mind is hurt quite as easily as the body, and, the path of an injury is usually more permanent. The child who has been punished unjustly feels the injury inflicted on his spirit, days, months, and, it may be, years, after the body has lost the smarting consciousness of stripes. And you know that sharp words pierce the mind with acutest pain. We may speak daggers, as well as use them. Is this at all clear to you, Miss Markland?”
“Oh, very clear! How strange that I should never have thought of this myself! Yes—I see, hear, taste, and feel with my mind, as well as with my body.”
“Think a little more deeply,” said the old man. “If the mind have senses, must it not have a body?”
“A body! You are going too deep for me, Mr. Allison. We say mind and body, to indicate that one is immaterial, and the other substantial.”
“May there not be such a thing as a spiritual as well as a material substance?”
“To say spiritual substance, sounds, in my ears, like a contradiction in terms,” said Fanny.
“There must be a substance before there can be a permanent impression. The mind receives and retains the most lasting impressions; therefore, it must be an organized substance—but spiritual, not material. You will see this clearer, if you think of the endurance of habit. ‘As the twig is bent, the tree’s inclined,’ is a trite saying that aptly illustrates the subject about which we are now conversing. If the mind were not a substance and a form, how could it receive and retain impressions?”
“True.”
“And to advance a step further—if the mind have form, what is that form?”
“The human form, if any,” was the answer.
“Yes. And of this truth the minds of all men have a vague perception. A cruel man is called a human monster. In thus speaking, no one thinks of the mere physical body, but of the inward man. About a good man, we say there is something truly human. And believe me, my dear young friend, that our spirits are as really organized substances as our bodies—the difference being, that one is an immaterial and the other a material substance; that we have a spiritual body, with spiritual senses, and all the organs and functions that appertain to the material body, which is only a visible and material outbirth from the spiritual body, and void of any life but what is thence derived.”
“I see, vaguely, the truth of what you say,” remarked Fanny, “and am bewildered by the light that falls into my mind.”
“My purpose in all this,” said Mr. Allison, “is to lead you to the perception of a most important fact. Still let your thoughts rest intently on what I am saying. You are aware of the fact, that material substances, as well inorganic as organic, are constantly giving off into the atmosphere minute particles, which we call odors, and which reveal to us their quality. The rose and nightshade, the hawthorn and cicuta fill the air around them with odors which our bodily senses instantly perceive. And it is the same with animals and men. Each has a surrounding material sphere, which is perceived on a near approach, and which indicates the material quality. Now, all things in nature are but effects from interior causes, and correspond to them in every minute particular. What is true of the body will be found true of the mind. Bodily form and sense are but the manifestation, in this outer world, of the body and senses that exist in the inner world. And if around the natural body there exist a sphere by which the natural senses may determine its quality of health or impurity, in like manner is there around the spiritual body a sphere of its quality, that may be discerned by the spiritual senses. And now come back to the philosophy of first impressions, a matter so little understood by the world. These first impressions are rarely at fault, and why? Because the spiritual quality is at once discerned by the spiritual sense. But, as this kind of perception does not fall into the region of thought, it is little heeded by the many. Some, in all times, have observed it more closely than others, and we have proverbs that could only have originated from such observation. We are warned to beware of that man from whose presence a little child shrinks. The reason to me is plain. The innocent spirit of the child is affected by the evil sphere of the man, as its body would be if brought near to a noxious plant that was filling the air with its poisonous vapours. And now, dear Fanny,”—Mr. Allison took the maiden’s hand in his, and spoke in a most impressive voice—”think closely and earnestly on what I have said. If I have taxed your mind with graver thoughts than are altogether pleasant, it is because I desire most sincerely to do you good. The world into which you are about stepping, is a false and evil world, and along all its highways and byways are scattered the sad remains of those who have perished ere half their years were numbered; and of the crowd that pressed onward, even to the farthest verge of natural life, how few escape the too common lot of wretchedness! The danger that most threatens you, in the fast-approaching future, is that which threatens every young maiden. Your happiness or misery hangs nicely poised, and if you have not a wise discrimination, the scale may take a wrong preponderance. Alas! if it should be so!”