Pen, we say, who was a very excitable person, rolled out these verses in
his rich sweet voice, which trembled with emotion whilst our young poet
spoke. He had a trick of blushing when in this excited state, and his
large and honest grey eyes also exhibited proofs of a sensibility so
genuine, hearty, and manly, that Miss Costigan, if she had a heart, must
needs have softened towards him; and very likely she was, as he said,
altogether unworthy of the affection which he lavished upon her.
The sentimental Smirke was caught by the emotion which agitated his young
friend. He grasped Pen's hand over the dessert dishes and wine-glasses.
He said the verses were beautiful: that Pen was a poet, a great poet, and
likely by Heaven's permission to run a great career in the world. "Go on
and prosper, dear Arthur," he cried; "the wounds under which at present
you suffer are only temporary, and the very grief you endure will cleanse
and strengthen your heart. I have always prophesied the greatest and
brightest things of you, as soon as you have corrected some failings and
weaknesses of character, which at present belong to you.
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