Chapter 226

AND OTHER STORIES 213 is feeble through much suffering. Or, perhaps, I cannot now bring these points to mind, because, in truth, the character of my beloved, her rare learning, her singular yet placid caste of beauty, and the thrilling and enthralling eloquence of her low musical language, 1 made their way into my heart, by paces so steadily and stealthily progressive, that they have been unnoticed and ! unknown. Yet I believe that I met her first and most frequently in some large, old, decaying city near the Rhine. Of her family I have surely heard her speak, j That it is of a remotely ancient date cannot be doubted. Ligeia ! Ligeia ! Buried in studies of a nature more than all else adapted to deaden impressions of the outward world, it is by that sweet word alone, by Ligeia, that I bring before mine eyes in fancy the image of her who is no more. And now, while I write, a recollection flashes upon me that I have never knozvn the paternal name of her who was my friend and my betrothed, and | who became the partner of my studies, and finally the wife of my bosom. Was it playful charge on the part ; of my Ligeia? or was it a test of my strength of affec| tion, that I should institute no inquiries upon this point? or was it rather a caprice of my own, a wildly romantic offering on the shrine of the most passionate devotion? I but indistinctly recall the fact itself, what wonder that I have utterly forgotten the circumstances which originated or attended it? And indeed if ever that spirit which is entitled Romance , if ever she, the wan and the mistywinged Ashtophet of idolatrous Egypt, presided, as they tell, over marriages ill-omened, then most surely she presided over mine. There is one dear topic, however, on which my memory fails me not. It is the person of Ligeia. In stature she was tall, somewhat slender, and in her latter days, even emaciated. I would in vain attempt to portray the majesty, the quiet ease of her demeanor, or the incomprehen