My eyes were those of an exile turned backwards
receding shore, and not forwards with hope
ocean
I mingled with men, but with little pleasure
but many varieties of
few types
find those
to clearer sighted than those I had left behind
I heard men called shrewd and wise, and report said they were highly intelligent and successful
But when I looked at them through my glasses,
no halo of real manliness
My finest sense detected no aroma of purity and principle; but
only
fungus that had fattened and spread in
night
They all went
theater
actors
stage
I went
actors
boxes, so consummately cunning,
others
know they were acting, and
suspect it themselves

"Perhaps you wonder it
make me misanthropical
My dear friends,
forget that I had seen myself
It made me compassionate, not cynical
value highly the ordinary standards of success and excellence
When I went to church and saw
thin, blue, artificial flower, or
great sleepy cushion expounding the beauty of holiness to pews full of eagles, half-eagles, and threepences, however adroitly concealed in broadcloth and boots: or saw an onion in an Easter bonnet weeping over the sins of Magdalen,
feel
felt who saw in all this,
propriety, but piety
Or when at public meetings an eel stood up on end, and wriggled and squirmed lithely in every direction, and declared that,
part, he went in for rainbows and hot water--how could I help seeing that
still black and loved
slimy pool ?
"
grow misanthropical when
eyes of
who were called old, the gushing fountains of eternal youth,
light of an immortal dawn, or when
those who were esteemed unsuccessful and aimless, ruling
fair realm of peace and plenty, either in themselves, or more perfectly in another--a realm and princely possession
they had well renounced
hopeless search and
belated triumph
one man who
for years
by-word for having sought the philosopher's stone
But I looked at him
spectacles and saw
satisfaction in concentrated energies, and
tenacity arising from devotion to
noble dream,
not apparent
youths who pitied him
aimless effeminacy of clubs, nor
clever gentlemen who cracked their thin jokes upon him over
gossiping dinner

"And
your neighbor over the way, who passes for
woman who has failed in her career, because
an old maid
People wag solemn heads of pity, and say that she made so great
mistake in not marrying the brilliant and famous man who was for long years her suitor
clear that no orange flower will ever bloom for her
The young people make tender romances about her
watch her, and think of her solitary hours of bitter regret, and wasting longing, never
satisfied
When I first came to town I shared this sympathy, and pleased my imagination with fancying her hard struggle
conviction that she had lost all that made life beautiful
I supposed that if I looked at her through my spectacles, I
only her radiant temper which so illuminated her dress, that
see it
heavy sables
But when, one day,
raise my glasses and glanced at her,
see the old maid whom we all pitied for
secret sorrow, but
woman whose nature was
tropic,
sun shone, and birds sang, and flowers bloomed forever
There were no regrets, no doubts and half wishes, but
calm sweetness,
transparent peace
her blush
old lover passed by, or paused
to her, but
only the sign of delicate feminine consciousness
She knew his love, and honored it, although
understand it nor return it
I looked closely at her, and
that although all the world had exclaimed at her indifference to such homage, and had declared
astonishing she should lose so fine
match,
only say simply and quietly--
"'If Shakespeare loved me and
love him, how could I marry him ? '
"Could I be misanthropical when
such fidelity, and dignity, and simplicity ?
"
believe that
especially curious to look
old lover of hers, through my glasses
no longer young,
, when
,
fame and fortune were secure
Certainly
heard of few men more beloved, and of none more worthy
loved
He had the easy manner of
man
world, the sensitive grace of
poet,
charitable judgment of
wide traveller
accounted the most successful and most unspoiled of men
Handsome, brilliant, wise, tender, graceful, accomplished, rich, and famous, I looked at him, without the spectacles, in surprise, and admiration, and wondered how your neighbor over the way
so entirely untouched by his homage
I watched their intercourse in society,
her gay smile, her cordial greeting; I marked his frank address, his lofty courtesy
Their manner told no tales
The eager world was balked, and I pulled out my spectacles

"I had seen her, already, and now
him
He lived only in memory,
memory was
spacious and stately palace
But
oftenest frequent the banqueting hall, where were endless hospitality and feasting--nor did he loiter much in reception rooms, where
throng of new visitors was forever swarming--nor did he feed his vanity by haunting the apartment
were stored the trophies
varied triumphs--nor dream much
great gallery hung with pictures
travels
But from all these lofty halls of memory he constantly escaped to
remote and solitary chamber, into which no one had ever penetrated
But my fatal eyes, behind the glasses, followed and entered
, and saw
chamber was
chapel
dim, and silent, and sweet with perpetual incense that burned upon an altar before
picture forever veiled
There, whenever I chanced to look,
him kneel and pray; and there, by day and by night,
funeral hymn was chanted

"
believe
surprised that
content to remain deputy bookkeeper
My spectacles regulated my ambition, and I early learned that there were better gods than Plutus
The glasses have lost much
fascination now, and
often use them
Sometimes the desire is irresistible
Whenever
greatly interested,
compelled
them out
what it
I admire

"And yet--and yet," said Titbottom, after
pause, "
not sure that I thank my grandfather
"
Prue had long since laid away her work, and had heard every word
story
dear woman had yet one question to ask, and
earnestly hoping to hear something
spare her the necessity of asking
But Titbottom had resumed his usual tone,
momentary excitement, and made no further allusion to himself
We all sat silently; Titbottom's eyes fastened musingly
carpet: Prue looking wistfully at him, and I regarding both

past midnight,
guest arose
He shook hands quietly, made his grave Spanish bow to Prue, and taking his hat, went towards the front door
Prue and I accompanied him
in her eyes that
ask her question
And as Titbottom opened the door, I heard the low words:
"And Preciosa ? "
Titbottom paused
He had just opened the door
moonlight streamed over him as he stood, turning back

"
her but once since
in church, and she was kneeling with her eyes closed,
she
see me
But I rubbed the glasses well, and looked at her, and saw
white lily, whose stem was broken, but
fresh; and luminous, and fragrant, still
"
"That was
miracle," interrupted Prue

"Madam,
miracle," replied Titbottom, "and
one sight
devoutly grateful
grandfather's gift
, that although
flower
lost its hold upon earthly moisture, it may still bloom as sweetly, fed
dews of heaven
"
The door closed, and
gone
But as Prue put her arm in mine and we went upstairs together, she whispered in my ear:
"How glad
that you don't wear spectacles
"