" -- " I
received
none such: could
youfindthisman?
youfindthisman?
Madame de Stael - Corinna, or Italy
the offering and the shrine
A
mortal spurns; with grace divine,
Deign to receive, -- ' tis thine! -- '
tis thine!
* " A M! null'
t That idea is Dante'
altro che pianto almondo dura,*
s.
* --
Petrarch.
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I k now my days will be but few;
That thought restores a sense of rest:
" Tis sweet to feel, as now I do,
Death draw Griefs barb from out my breast.
' Tis S uperstition' s sad retreat,
More than the home of pious trust;
Devotion to the blest is sweet. --
W hat gratitude to the A ll J ust
O ught O swald' s wife to feel! O
A nd yet misfortune oft improves,
Corrects us, teaches us to weigh
O ur errors with our sufferings: they
A re wedded: we repent the loves
O f earth, when salutary time
h God, she must.
A nd solitude inspires love more sublime.
' Tis this I need, ere yet I can fulfil
A tranq uil voyage to life more tranq uil still: --
W hat innocence is in the thoughts of those
A bout to leave this life of passion' s woes?
The secret which not Genius' self can share,
The enigma, may it be reveal' d to prayer?
May not some simple thought, by reverie
F ull oft approach' d, disclose the mystery?
V ast as the efforts which the soul may mak e
They weary her in vain; she cannot tak e
This latest step; life must be still unk nown,
Till its last hour on earth be well nigh flown!
' Tis time mine should repose; and who will sigh,
' Tis still, at last, the heart that beat so high!
CH A PTE R V I .
Prince Castel F orte q uitted R ome, to settle near Corinne.
S he felt most grateful for this proof of friendship, and yet
ashamed that she could not req uite it, even hy such con-
versation as of yore: now she was silent and abstracted;
her failing health robbed her of all the strength req uired,
even for a momentary triumph over her absorbing griefs.
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? 350 corinne; or italy.
That interest, which the heart' s courtesy inspires, she could
still at times evince; hut her desire to please wae lost for
ever. Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own
souls grow inex plicable to us. More than we gained while
we were happy we lose by the reverse. That added life
which made us enj oy nature lent an enchantment to our
intercourse with society; but the heart' s vast hope once
lost, ex istence is impoverished, and all spontaneous im-
pulses are paralysed. Therefore, a thousand duties com-
mand women, and men still more, to respect and fear the
passion they awak en, since it may devastate the mind as
well as the heart.
S ometimes Castel F orte might speak for several minutes
to Corinne without a reply, because she neither under-
stood nor even heard him. W hen she did, her answers
had none of that glowing animation once so remark able;
they merely dragged on the dialogue for a few seconds, and
then she relapsed into silence. S ometimes, as she had done
at N aples, she would smile in pity over her own failures.
The amiable prince humoured her on all her favourite
topics. S he would thank him, by pressing his hand, and
once, after a walk on the bank s of the A rno, began to j est
with her accustomed grace: he gazed, and listened in glad
surprise; but she abruptly brok e off, and rushed from the
room in tears. O n returning, she said, gently, "
me, my generous friend; I would fain mak
agreeable; it will not be: bear with me as I
Pardon
e myself
am. " W hat
most distressed him, was the shock her constitution had
received: no immediate danger threatened her, yet it was
impossible that she could live long, unless she regained
some vigour. I f she endeavoured to speak on aught that
concerned the soul, her wan tremor was painful to behold;
and he strove to divert her from this strain. H e ventured
to talk of O swald, and found that she took a perverse
pleasure in the subj ect; but it left her so shak en, that he
was obliged to interdict it. Castel F orte was a susceptible
being; but not even the most magnanimous of men k nows
how to console the woman he has loved under the pangs
thus inflicted by another. S ome little self-love on his side,
must aid her timidity, in preventing perfect confidence.
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B esides, what would it avail? I t can only be of service to
those wounds which would cure themselves without it.
A t this time the prince received a letter from L ord
N evil, replete with professions, which would have deeply
affected Corinne: he mused for hours together on the pro-
priety of showing it to her; but anticipating the violence of
its effects on a creature so feeble, he forebore. E ven while
he was thus deliberating, another letter reached him, an-
nouncing his L ordship' s departure for A merica. Castel
F orte then decided on saying nothing to Corinne. Perhaps
he erred: one of her greatest griefs was N evil' s silence;
she scarce dared own it to herself; but though for ever
separated from him, one recollection, one regret, would
have been very precious to her: as it was, he gave her,
she thought, no opportunity of hearing his name, left her
no ex cuse for breathing it. The sorrow, of which no one
speak s to us, which gains no change from time, cuts
deeper than reiterated blows: the good prince followed
the usual max im, which bids us do our utmost towards
teaching a mourner to forget; but there is no oblivion for
the imaginative: it were better to k eep alive their memories,
weary them of their tears, ex haust their sighs, and force
them back upon themselves, that they may reconcentrate
their own powers.
BOOKXIX.
O swald' s return to italy.
CH A PTE R I .
L et us now return to the events which occurred in S cot-
land, after the sad fete at which Corinne made her self-
sacrifice. L ord N evil' s servant carried his letters to the
ball-room. O swald retired to read them. H e opened
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several which his agent had sent from L ondon, little guess-
ing that among them was one which would decide his
fate; but when he beheld the writing of Corinne, and
saw the ring, the words,-- " Y ou are free! " -- he felt at
once the most cruel grief and the most furious irritation.
H e had not heard from her for two months, and now her
silence was brok en by this laconic decision. H e remem-
bered what L ady E dgarmond had said of her instability,
and entered into all the stepdame' s feelings against her;
for he still loved enough to be unj ust, forgetting how long
he had renounced the idea of marrying her, how much
L ucy had pleased him; he look ed on himself as the
blameless victim of an inconstant woman: perplex ity and
despair beset him; but over them both towered his proud
soul prompting him to rise superior to his wronger. This
boasted pride rarely ex
over affection. H ad N
days at R ome and N
ists unless self-love predominates
evil now valued Corinne as in their
aples, not all his " wrongs supposed"
could have torn her from his heart.
L ady E dgarmond detected his distress. The fatal ma-
lady beneath which she laboured increased her ardent
interest in her daughter. S he k new the poor child' s heart,
and feared that she had compromised her happiness for
ever; therefore she seldom lost sight of N evil, but read
his secrets with that discernment which is deemed peculiar
to our sex , but which belongs solely to the continual ob-
servance which a real interest teaches us. O n the pretex t
of transferring Corinne'
N evil' s company nex
he was much dissatisfied;
s inheritance, she besought L ord
t morning, and shortly guessed that
she flattered his resentment by
the prospect of a noble vengeance, offering to recognise
her husband' s daughter. This sudden change amazed
him; yet though its condition was unex plained, he com-
prehended it; and, in one of those moments at which we
act more q uick ly than we can think , demanded L ucy' s
hand. H er mother, scarce able to restrain her j oy, so as
not to say yes too hastily, consented; and he left her pre-
sence, bound by an engagement, which, when he entered
it, he had not dreamt of undertak ing. W hile L ady E d-
garmond prepared L ucy to receive him, he paced the garden
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in violent agitation, telling himself that she had merely
pleased him, because he k new little of her, and that it
was madness to found the happiness of his life on the
charm of a mystery that must inevitably be dissipated.
H e then retraced his letters to Corinne, too plainly show-
ing his internal struggles. " S he ' s right! " he sighed:
" I have not the courage fit to mak e her blest; but yet it
should have cost her more to lose me -- that cold brief
line -- yet who k nows but her tears might have fallen on
it! " H is own burst forth in spite of him. These re-
veries hurried him on unconsciously so far, that he was
long sought in vain by the servant sent to tell him, that
L ady E dgarmond desired his return. A stonished at his
own lack of eagerness, he obeyed. O n re-entering the
drawing-room, he found L ucy k neeling, her head reclined
on the bosom of her parent, with a most touching grace.
A s she heard his footsteps, she raised her flowing eyes,
and, ex tending her hand to him, said simply, " My
L ord, I k now you will not separate me from my mother. "
This innocent manner of announcing her consent much
interested O swald, who, sink ing on his k nees, besought
L ady E dgarmond' s permission to imprint on that blushing
forehead the first k iss which had ever awak ened more
than childlik e emotions in the breast whose beauty less
enchanted him than did its celestial modesty. The days
which preceded that chosen for their marriage were spent
in the needful arrangements. L ucy spok e more than
usual; but all she said was so nobly natural, that O swald
loved and approved her every word, and yet he felt a void
beside her. Their conversation consisted but of q uestions
and answers; she neither started nor prolonged any sub-
j ect: all went well; but without that ex haustless animation
with which it is so difficult for those who have once en-
j oyed it to dispense. L ord N evil thought of Corinne; but,
as he no longer heard her named, hoped that her image
would at last become merely an obj ect of his vague regret.
W hen L
lived in I
wald, but L
ucy learnt from her mother that her sister still
taly, she much wished to talk of her with O s-
ady E dgarmond forbade; and the girl, ha-
bitually submissive, ask ed not the reason of this prohibition.
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? 354 oorinne; or I taly.
O n the morning of his marriage the hapless Corinne
haunted N evil fearfully; but he addressed his father' s
spirit, confessing that it was to win hit heavenly be-
nediction his B on accomplished thus his will on earth.
R e-assured by these meditations, he sought his bride,
reproaching himself for having allowed his thoughts to
wander from her. A descending angel could not have
chosen a face more fit than hers to give mortality a dream
of heavenly virtue. A t the altar L ady E dgarmond was
even more agitated than her daughter; for all important
steps alarm us the more the greater our ex perience. L ucy
was all hope; childhood still mingled with her youth, and
blended j oy with love. I n leaving the church she leaned
timidly on O swald' s arm, as if to assure herself of his
protection: he look ed on her tenderly, feeling, at the bottom
of his heart, a foe who menaced her repose, and from
whom he had promised to defend her. L ady E dgarmond,
on their return, said to her son-in-law, -- " My mind is
easy: I have confided to you the happiness of my daugh-
ter; and have so short a time to live, that it is a comfort
for me to think my place will be so well supplied. " L ord
N evil was much affected' by these words, and anx
iously
mused on the duties they imposed. A few days elapsed:
L ucy had begun to meet her husband' s eye with confidence,
and mak e her mind k nown to him, when unluck y incidents
disturbed the union commenced under these favourable
auspices.
CH A PTE R I I .
*
Mr. Dick son paid his respects to the young couple, apolo-
gising for not having been present at their marriage. H e
had been ill, he said, from the effects of a fall, though
k indly assisted by the most charming woman in the world.
O swald, at this moment, was playing battledore and
shuttlecock with L ucy, who was very graceful at this
ex ercise. H er bridegroom gazed on her, and listened not
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to Mr. Dick son, who, at last, called to him from the other
end of the room. " My L ord, the fair unk nown, who
came to my aid, had certainly heard much about you, for
she ask ed me many q uestions concerning your fate. " --
" W ho do you mean? " said N evil, continuing his game. --
" A lovely creature, my L ord, although she. look ed changed
by suffering, and could not speak of you without emo-
tion. " * These words attracted O swald' s attention; but
L ucy, perfectly unconcerned, j oined her mother, who had
j ustsentforher. L ordN evilnowask edMr. Dick son
whatladyitwaswhohadthusspok enofhim. " I k now
not," he replied: " her accent proved her E nglish, though
I have rarely found so obliging and easy a person
among our countrywomen. S he took as much care of a
poor old man lik e me as if she had been my own child:
while I
dear O
I taly?
was beside her, I did not feel my bruises; but, my
swald, have you been faithless here as well as in
My beauteous benefactress trembled and turned
pale at naming you. " -- " J ust heaven! " ex claimed N evil,
" yousaidanE nglishwoman? " -- " O hyes:youk now
foreigners never pronounce our language without a certain
intonation. " -- " A nd her face? " -- " The most ex pressive
I ever saw, though fearfully pale and thin. " This de-
scription suited not the bright Corinne; yet might she not
have suffered much, if in E ngland, and unable to find the
being she sought? This dread fell suddenly on O swald,
who continued his q uestions with ex treme uneasiness.
A ir. Dick son replied that the lady conversed with an ele-
gance which he had never before met, that the gentlest k ind-
ness spok e from her sad and languid eyes. " Did you
notice their colour? " ask edO swald. -- " Magnificently dark ! "
The catechist trembled. " F rom time to time," continued
Mr. Dick son, " she interrogated, or answered, me, and
what she did say was delightful. " H e would have pro-
ceeded, but L ady N evil, with her mother, rej oined them;
and O
Dick
swald hastily retired, hoping soon again to find Mr.
son alone. S truck by his sadness, L ady E
dgarmond sent
swald' s circumstances, such a
t is unpardonable, as
* ' E ven had not Mr. Dick son been aware of O
speech before his bride would have been bad enough. I
he k new so much Tit.
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? 856 CO R I N N E ; O H I TA L Y .
L ucy away, that she might enq uire its cause. H er guest
simply repeated what had passed: terrified at anticipating
the despair of O swald, if he were assured that Corinne had
followed him to S cotland; foreseeing, too, that he would
resume this topic, she instructed Mr. Dick son as to what
she wished said to her son-in-law. Thus the old gentle-
man only increased the anx iety it was too late to remove.
O swald now ask ed his servant if all the letters sent him
within the last three week s had come by post. * The
man ' believed they had,' and was leaving the room; but,
turning back , added, " I remember that, on the ball night,
a blind man gave me one for your L ordship. I supposed
it a petition for charity.
" -- " I received none such: could
youfindthisman? " -- " Y es,myL ord,directly; helives
in the village. " -- " Go, bring him to me! " said N evil;
and, unable to wait patiently, walk ed out to meet him at
the end of the avenue. " S o, my friend," he said, " you
brought a letter here for me, on the evening of the ball;
whogaveittoyou? " -- " MyL ord,yeseeI ' mblind; how
wadI k en? " -- " Doyouthink itwasafemale? " -- " E ch,
fine that, my L ord! for I hard weel eneuch that she was
vera soft voiced, though I j aloused the while that she was
greeting. " -- " A ndwhatdidshesaytoyou? " -- " O h,sir,
she said, ' Gude auld man, gie this to O
and there stopped, but syne she added, '
N evil' s. ' " -- " A h, Corinne!
swald' s servant,'
I mean L ord
" ex claimed O swald, and grew
so faint that he was forced to support himself on the poor
creature' s arm, who continued, " I was sitting under a tree
j ust, and wished to do the leddy' s bidding diract, but could
scarce raise mysel, being auld the noo: weel, after giein
me mair siller than I ' d had for lang, she was that free she
lent me her hand, puir thing! it trembled j ust as your
L ordship' s does this minute," -- " E nough ! " sighed N evil.
" H ere, my good friend, as she gave you money, let me do
so too: go, and pray for us both! " H e withdrew.
F rom this moment a terrible agitation preyed on his
mind: he made a thousand useless enq uiries, unable to
conceive the possibility of Corinne' s having been in S cotland
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without seek ing him. H e formed various conj ectures, as to
her motives; and, in spite of all his endeavours to conceal it,
this affliction was evident to L ady E dgarmond, nay, even to
L ucy. A ll was constraint and silence. A t this time O swald
wrote first to Caste! F orte. H ad Corinne read that letter, it
would much have softened her resentment.
Count d' E rfeuil j oined the N evils ere the Prince' s
reply arrived. H e said no more of Corinne than was
necessary, yet felt vex ed at their not perceiving that he had
an important secret in his power, though too discreet to
betray it. H is insinuations at first took no effect upon
O swald; but, when he detected that they referred to
Corinne, he was all curiosity. The Count having brought
him to this, defended his own trust pretty bravely; at last,
however, his friend drew forth the whole truth. I t was
a pleasure for d' E rfeuil to relate how grateful Corinne
had felt, and in what a wretched state he had found her:
he ran on, without observing how he agonised L ord
N evil: his only obj ect was that of being the hero of his
own story; when he ceased, he was much afflicted at the
mischief he had done. O swald had commanded himself
till then, but suddenly became distracted with regret; accused
himself as the most barbarous and ungrateful of men; raved
of Corinne' s devoted tenderness; her generosity at the very
moment when she believed him most culpable. H e con-
trasted this with the heartless fick leness by which he had
req uited her; incessantly repeating that no one ever loved
him as she did; and that he should in some way be ulti-
mately punished for his cruelty. H e would have set forth
to see her, if only for a day, an hour; but R ome and
F lorence were already occupied by the F rench: his regi-
ment was about to embark ; he could not forfeit his own
honour, nor break the heart of his wife; indeed, no faults
he might now commit could repair the past; they would
but add to the misery he had occasioned. The only hope
that calmed him was derived from the dangers he was
about to brave. I n this mood he wrote again to Castel
F orte, whose replies represented Corinne as sad, but re-
signed: his pride in her softened rather than ex aggerated
the truth. O swald believed that he ought not to torture
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? 358 corinne; or I taly.
her by his regrets, after having so wronged her by his
love,-- and left B ritain with a sense of remorse which nearly
rendered life insupportable.
CH A PTE R I I I .
L ucy was afflicted by his departure; yet his recent gloom
had so increased her natural timidity, that she had never
found courage to confide in him her hopes of becoming a
mother; but left it for L ady E dgarmond to send these
tidings after him. N evil, unable to guess what passed in
his wife' s heart, had thought her farewell cold; compared
her silent submission with the eloq uence of Corinne, and
hesitated not to believe that L ucy loved him but feebly;
yet, during his absence, scarcely could even the birth of
their daughter divert her mind from his perils. A nother
grief was added to all this. D' E rfeuil spent a year in
S cotland, strongly persuaded that he had not revealed the
secret of Corinne' s soj ourn there; but he said so much that
implied it, and found such difficulty, when conversation
flagged, in avoiding the theme most interesting to L ady
N evil, that she at last learnt the whole truth. I nnocent
as she was, it req uired even less art than she possessed
to draw d' E rfeuil out upon a favourite subj ect. L ady
E dgarmond was too ill to be present at these conversations;
but when she q uestioned her daughter on the melancholy
she detected, L ucy told all. H er mother spok e very severely
on Corinne' s pursuit of O swald. L ucy was alternately
j ealous of her sister, and indignant against her husband,
for deserting one to whom he had been so dear. S he
could not help trembling for her own peace, with a man
who had thus wreck ed that of another. S he had ever
cherished a grateful recollection of her early instructress,
which now blended with sympathy: far from feeling
flattered by O swald' s sacrifice, she was tormented by the
idea that he had chosen her merely because her position in
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the world was more advantageous than that of Corinne.
S he remembered his hesitation before marriage, his sadness
so soon after, and every thing confirmed the cruel belief
that her husband loved her not. L ady E dgarmond might
have been of great service to her daughter, had she striven
to calm her; but she too intolerantly anathematised all
sentiments that deviated from the line of duty; nor
dreamt of tenderly leading a wanderer back , think ing that
the only way to awak e conscience was by j ust resentment.
S he was mortified that so lovely a woman should be so ill
appreciated; and aggravated L ucy' s fears, in order to
ex cite her pride. L ady N evil, more gentle and enlightened
than her mother, could not rigorously follow such advice;
yet her letters to O swald were always far colder than her
heart. Meanwhile he was distinguishing himself nobly,
ex posing his life, not merely in honourable enthusiasm,
but in a positive love of peril. H e appeared most gay
when most actively employed, and would blush with
pleasure when the tumult of battle commenced. A t such
moments a weight seemed lifted from his heart, and he
could breathe with ease. The popularity he enj oyed
among his fellow-soldiers animated the ex istence it could
not render happy, and almost blinded him both to the past
and future. H e grew accustomed to the luk ewarm cor-
respondence of his wife, whom he did not suppose offended
with him. W hen he remembered her it was as a being
worthy of his protection, and whose mind he ought to
spare from all deeply serious thoughts. B ut in those
splendid tropic nights, that give so grand an idea of nature
and its A uthor, the image of Corinne was often with him;
yet, as both war and climate menaced his life each hour,
he ex cused his lingering memory. A t the approach of
eternity, we forgive and hope to be forgiven. H e thought
but of the tears his death would cause her, not upon those
his errors had ex torted. I t was natural he should think
most of her; they had so often talk ed of immortality, and
sounded every depth of solemn feeling: he fancied that he
still conversed with her, while occupied by the great
thoughts the spectacles of war invariably suggest. I t was
to Corinne he spok e in solitude, although he k new that
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? 36 0 corinne; or italy.
she must sadly blame him. S pite absence, distance, time,
and every change, they seemed to understand each other
still.
A t last his regiment was ordered home. The monotony
of shipboard pleased him less than had the stir of arms.
E x ternal ex citement supplied some of the imaginative j oys
he owed to his intercourse with Corinne. H e had not yet
attempted to live calmly without her. The proofs of de-
votion his soldiers gave him somewhat beguiled the voyage;
but even that interest failed on their landing in E ngland.
CH A PTE R I V .
N evil had now to renew his acq uaintance with his own
family, after four years' separation. H e arrived at L ady
E dgarmond' s castle in N orthumberland. L ucy presented
her child with as much diffidence as if she had deemed
herself guilty. H er imagination had been so occupied by
her sister, during the period of her maternal ex pectations,
that little J uliet displayed the dark eyes and hair of Co-
rinne. H er father, in wild agitation, pressed her to his
heart; and from that instant L ucy could not tak e un-
q ualified delight in his affection for his daughter. The
young wife was now nearly twenty. H er beauty had
attained a dignity which inspired N evil with respect.
L ady E dgarmond was too infirm to leave her bed; yet,
though this tried her temper, she received her son-in-law
with satisfaction; having feared that she should die in his
absence, and leave her daughter alone upon the world.
O swald, so long accustomed to a military career, found it
very difficult to remain nearly all day in the chamber of
an invalid, who received no one but himself and wife.
L ucy dearly loved her lord; but, believing her affection
unprized, concealed what she k new of his passion for Co-
rinne, and became more silent than ever. Mild as she was,
her mother had so influenced her, that when O swald hinted
at the added charm she would gain by a little animation,
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she received this but as a proof that he still preferred her
sister, and was too hurt to profit by it: he could not speak
of the fine arts without occasioning her a sadness that re-
pressed his enthusiasm. H ad she been better taught, she
would have treasured up his lightest word, that she might
study how to please him. L ady E dgarmond evinced a
growing distaste for all deviations from her habitual rou-
tine: her irritated nerves shrunk from every sound. S he
would have reduced life to a state of stagnation, as if the
less to regret its loss: but, as few lik e to confess their
personal motives for certain opinions, she supported hers
on the general principles of ex aggerated morality; and
disenchanted life, by mak ing sins of its least amusements,--
by opposing some duty to every employment which would
have made to-day differ from yesterday or to-morrow.
L ucy, duteous as she was, had so much flex ibility of mind
that she would have j oined her husband in gently reasoning
with this ex acting austerity, had she not been persuaded
that it was adopted merely to discountenance O swald' s
I talian predilections. " Y ou must struggle most perse-
veringly," would her mother say, " against any return of
that dangerous infatuation. " L ord N evil had a great
reverence for duty; but he understood it in a wider sense
than that of L ady E dgarmond: tracing it to its source, he
found that it might perfectly accord with natural inclin-
ation, instead of req uiring perpetual combats and sacrifices.
V irtue, he thought, far from rendering life a torture, con-
tributes to the duration of its happiness, and may be consi-
dered as a sort of prescience granted " to man alone beneath
the heaven. " S ometimes, in ex plaining these ideas, he
yielded to the pleasure of q uoting Corinne; but such lan-
guage always offended his mother-in-law. N ew doctrines
ever displease the old. They lik e to fancy that the world
has been losing wisdom, instead of gaining it, since they
were young. L ucy' s heart instinctively detected the
echoes of her sister' s voice in the sentiments O swald
breathed with so much ardour. S he would cast down her
eyes to hide this consciousness: her husband, utterly un-
aware of it, attributed her apparent insensibility to want
of comprehension; and not k nowing where to seek con-
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? 36 2 corinne; or italy.
geniality sunk into despondence. H e wrote to Castel
F orte for news of Corinne; but the war prevented the
letter' s arrival. H is health suffered from the cold of E ng-
land; and the physicians assured him that his chest would
be again attack ed, if he did not pass the winter in I taly.
H e told this to his wife and mother, adding, that the war
between F
tour. " A
rance and E ngland must at present prevent his
nd when peace is concluded," said L ady E d-
garmond, " I should hope, my L ord, that you would not
think of returning to I taly. " -- " I f his health depends on
it," ventured L ucy, " ' he could not do better. "
O swald
ex pressed much gratitude for her k indness. A las! his
thank s but assured her of his love for another.
W ar ceased; and every time O swald complained, L ucy'
heart was divided between her dread of his departure for
I taly, and her fondness, which over-rated his indisposition.
H e attributed her doubt of the necessity for this voyage
to selfishness: thus each wounded the other' s feelings,
because neither dared confess their own. A ll these inter-
ests were soon absorbed in the state of L ady E dgarmond,
who was now speechless, and could only ex press herself by
tears, or by the manner in which she pressed their hands.
L ucy was in despair. O swald sat up every night with
her. I t was now December; and these cares were highly
inj urious to him, though they seemed much to gratify the
sufferer, whose faults disappeared j ust as her agonies would
have ex cused them. The approach of death stills all the
tumults of soul from which most of our errors proceed.
O n her last night she j oined the hands of O swald and
L ucy, pressed them to her heart, and raised her eyes to
heaven; no longer deploring the voice which could have
added nothing to the impressiveness of that action, -- that
s
look . I
L ord N
for her sak
n a few seconds she ex pired.
evil, who had supported himself by great effort,
e, now became dangerously ill, and poor L ucy'
s
distress was thus redoubled. I n his delirium, he often
named Corinne, and I taly, sighing, " O h, for the south-
ern sun! it is so cold in the north here: I shall never be
warm again. " W hen he recovered his senses he was sur-
prised at finding that L ucy had prepared every thing for
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his voyage: she merely repeated the advice of his phy-
sicians, adding, " I f you will permit it, I shall accompany
you;
-- "
this j
and our child ought not to be parted from her parents. "
N o, no, we will not part,"
ourney would pain you, I
he answered; " but if
renounce it" -- " That
swald took her hand,
will not pain me," she replied. O
and gazed enq uiringly on her: she would have ex plained
herself; but the memory of her mother' s advice never to
betray a sign of j ealousy, reproved her, and she added,--
" Y oumustbesure,myL ord,thatmyfirstobj ectisthe
re-establishment of your health. " --
I taly," continued he. -- " I
k
" Y ou have a sister in
now it: have you any tidings
ofher? " -- " N eversinceI leftforA merica. " -- " W ell,
myL ord,weshalllearnallinI taly. " -- " A reyouthen
interested in her still ? " -- " Y es; I have not forgotten
the tenderness she showed my childhood. " -- " W e ought
not to forget," sighed N evil; and both again were silent.
O swald had too much delicacy to desire a renewal of his
former ties with Corinne; but he thought that it would be
sweet to die in I taly, after receiving her pardon and
adieu. H e little deemed that his delirium had betrayed
him, and did inj ustice to the mind of his wife; because it
had rather shown him the opinion of others than what
she felt herself, he believed she loved him as much as
she could love, but he k new nothing of her sensibility; at
present her pride disguised it; but, had she been perfectly
happy, she would have thought it improper to avow a pas-
sionate affection even for her own husband; capable as
she was of it, education had convinced her that it would be
immodest to profess this feeling; but nothing could teach
her to tak e pleasure in speak ing of any thing else.
CHAPTER V.
O swald, dislik ing all recollections of F rance, crossed it
very hastily. L ucy evinced neither wish nor will of any
k ind, but left it for him to decide every thing. They
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? 36 4 corinne; or italy.
reached the base of the mountains that separate Dauphine
from S avoy, and ascended the Pas des E ehelles on foot:
this road is dug in the rock s; its entrance resembles a deep
cavern; it is dark throughout, even in the brightest days
of summer. A s yet they found no snow; but autumn,
the season of decay, was herself fast fading.
A
mortal spurns; with grace divine,
Deign to receive, -- ' tis thine! -- '
tis thine!
* " A M! null'
t That idea is Dante'
altro che pianto almondo dura,*
s.
* --
Petrarch.
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I k now my days will be but few;
That thought restores a sense of rest:
" Tis sweet to feel, as now I do,
Death draw Griefs barb from out my breast.
' Tis S uperstition' s sad retreat,
More than the home of pious trust;
Devotion to the blest is sweet. --
W hat gratitude to the A ll J ust
O ught O swald' s wife to feel! O
A nd yet misfortune oft improves,
Corrects us, teaches us to weigh
O ur errors with our sufferings: they
A re wedded: we repent the loves
O f earth, when salutary time
h God, she must.
A nd solitude inspires love more sublime.
' Tis this I need, ere yet I can fulfil
A tranq uil voyage to life more tranq uil still: --
W hat innocence is in the thoughts of those
A bout to leave this life of passion' s woes?
The secret which not Genius' self can share,
The enigma, may it be reveal' d to prayer?
May not some simple thought, by reverie
F ull oft approach' d, disclose the mystery?
V ast as the efforts which the soul may mak e
They weary her in vain; she cannot tak e
This latest step; life must be still unk nown,
Till its last hour on earth be well nigh flown!
' Tis time mine should repose; and who will sigh,
' Tis still, at last, the heart that beat so high!
CH A PTE R V I .
Prince Castel F orte q uitted R ome, to settle near Corinne.
S he felt most grateful for this proof of friendship, and yet
ashamed that she could not req uite it, even hy such con-
versation as of yore: now she was silent and abstracted;
her failing health robbed her of all the strength req uired,
even for a momentary triumph over her absorbing griefs.
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? 350 corinne; or italy.
That interest, which the heart' s courtesy inspires, she could
still at times evince; hut her desire to please wae lost for
ever. Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own
souls grow inex plicable to us. More than we gained while
we were happy we lose by the reverse. That added life
which made us enj oy nature lent an enchantment to our
intercourse with society; but the heart' s vast hope once
lost, ex istence is impoverished, and all spontaneous im-
pulses are paralysed. Therefore, a thousand duties com-
mand women, and men still more, to respect and fear the
passion they awak en, since it may devastate the mind as
well as the heart.
S ometimes Castel F orte might speak for several minutes
to Corinne without a reply, because she neither under-
stood nor even heard him. W hen she did, her answers
had none of that glowing animation once so remark able;
they merely dragged on the dialogue for a few seconds, and
then she relapsed into silence. S ometimes, as she had done
at N aples, she would smile in pity over her own failures.
The amiable prince humoured her on all her favourite
topics. S he would thank him, by pressing his hand, and
once, after a walk on the bank s of the A rno, began to j est
with her accustomed grace: he gazed, and listened in glad
surprise; but she abruptly brok e off, and rushed from the
room in tears. O n returning, she said, gently, "
me, my generous friend; I would fain mak
agreeable; it will not be: bear with me as I
Pardon
e myself
am. " W hat
most distressed him, was the shock her constitution had
received: no immediate danger threatened her, yet it was
impossible that she could live long, unless she regained
some vigour. I f she endeavoured to speak on aught that
concerned the soul, her wan tremor was painful to behold;
and he strove to divert her from this strain. H e ventured
to talk of O swald, and found that she took a perverse
pleasure in the subj ect; but it left her so shak en, that he
was obliged to interdict it. Castel F orte was a susceptible
being; but not even the most magnanimous of men k nows
how to console the woman he has loved under the pangs
thus inflicted by another. S ome little self-love on his side,
must aid her timidity, in preventing perfect confidence.
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B esides, what would it avail? I t can only be of service to
those wounds which would cure themselves without it.
A t this time the prince received a letter from L ord
N evil, replete with professions, which would have deeply
affected Corinne: he mused for hours together on the pro-
priety of showing it to her; but anticipating the violence of
its effects on a creature so feeble, he forebore. E ven while
he was thus deliberating, another letter reached him, an-
nouncing his L ordship' s departure for A merica. Castel
F orte then decided on saying nothing to Corinne. Perhaps
he erred: one of her greatest griefs was N evil' s silence;
she scarce dared own it to herself; but though for ever
separated from him, one recollection, one regret, would
have been very precious to her: as it was, he gave her,
she thought, no opportunity of hearing his name, left her
no ex cuse for breathing it. The sorrow, of which no one
speak s to us, which gains no change from time, cuts
deeper than reiterated blows: the good prince followed
the usual max im, which bids us do our utmost towards
teaching a mourner to forget; but there is no oblivion for
the imaginative: it were better to k eep alive their memories,
weary them of their tears, ex haust their sighs, and force
them back upon themselves, that they may reconcentrate
their own powers.
BOOKXIX.
O swald' s return to italy.
CH A PTE R I .
L et us now return to the events which occurred in S cot-
land, after the sad fete at which Corinne made her self-
sacrifice. L ord N evil' s servant carried his letters to the
ball-room. O swald retired to read them. H e opened
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several which his agent had sent from L ondon, little guess-
ing that among them was one which would decide his
fate; but when he beheld the writing of Corinne, and
saw the ring, the words,-- " Y ou are free! " -- he felt at
once the most cruel grief and the most furious irritation.
H e had not heard from her for two months, and now her
silence was brok en by this laconic decision. H e remem-
bered what L ady E dgarmond had said of her instability,
and entered into all the stepdame' s feelings against her;
for he still loved enough to be unj ust, forgetting how long
he had renounced the idea of marrying her, how much
L ucy had pleased him; he look ed on himself as the
blameless victim of an inconstant woman: perplex ity and
despair beset him; but over them both towered his proud
soul prompting him to rise superior to his wronger. This
boasted pride rarely ex
over affection. H ad N
days at R ome and N
ists unless self-love predominates
evil now valued Corinne as in their
aples, not all his " wrongs supposed"
could have torn her from his heart.
L ady E dgarmond detected his distress. The fatal ma-
lady beneath which she laboured increased her ardent
interest in her daughter. S he k new the poor child' s heart,
and feared that she had compromised her happiness for
ever; therefore she seldom lost sight of N evil, but read
his secrets with that discernment which is deemed peculiar
to our sex , but which belongs solely to the continual ob-
servance which a real interest teaches us. O n the pretex t
of transferring Corinne'
N evil' s company nex
he was much dissatisfied;
s inheritance, she besought L ord
t morning, and shortly guessed that
she flattered his resentment by
the prospect of a noble vengeance, offering to recognise
her husband' s daughter. This sudden change amazed
him; yet though its condition was unex plained, he com-
prehended it; and, in one of those moments at which we
act more q uick ly than we can think , demanded L ucy' s
hand. H er mother, scarce able to restrain her j oy, so as
not to say yes too hastily, consented; and he left her pre-
sence, bound by an engagement, which, when he entered
it, he had not dreamt of undertak ing. W hile L ady E d-
garmond prepared L ucy to receive him, he paced the garden
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? corinne; or italy. 353
in violent agitation, telling himself that she had merely
pleased him, because he k new little of her, and that it
was madness to found the happiness of his life on the
charm of a mystery that must inevitably be dissipated.
H e then retraced his letters to Corinne, too plainly show-
ing his internal struggles. " S he ' s right! " he sighed:
" I have not the courage fit to mak e her blest; but yet it
should have cost her more to lose me -- that cold brief
line -- yet who k nows but her tears might have fallen on
it! " H is own burst forth in spite of him. These re-
veries hurried him on unconsciously so far, that he was
long sought in vain by the servant sent to tell him, that
L ady E dgarmond desired his return. A stonished at his
own lack of eagerness, he obeyed. O n re-entering the
drawing-room, he found L ucy k neeling, her head reclined
on the bosom of her parent, with a most touching grace.
A s she heard his footsteps, she raised her flowing eyes,
and, ex tending her hand to him, said simply, " My
L ord, I k now you will not separate me from my mother. "
This innocent manner of announcing her consent much
interested O swald, who, sink ing on his k nees, besought
L ady E dgarmond' s permission to imprint on that blushing
forehead the first k iss which had ever awak ened more
than childlik e emotions in the breast whose beauty less
enchanted him than did its celestial modesty. The days
which preceded that chosen for their marriage were spent
in the needful arrangements. L ucy spok e more than
usual; but all she said was so nobly natural, that O swald
loved and approved her every word, and yet he felt a void
beside her. Their conversation consisted but of q uestions
and answers; she neither started nor prolonged any sub-
j ect: all went well; but without that ex haustless animation
with which it is so difficult for those who have once en-
j oyed it to dispense. L ord N evil thought of Corinne; but,
as he no longer heard her named, hoped that her image
would at last become merely an obj ect of his vague regret.
W hen L
lived in I
wald, but L
ucy learnt from her mother that her sister still
taly, she much wished to talk of her with O s-
ady E dgarmond forbade; and the girl, ha-
bitually submissive, ask ed not the reason of this prohibition.
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? 354 oorinne; or I taly.
O n the morning of his marriage the hapless Corinne
haunted N evil fearfully; but he addressed his father' s
spirit, confessing that it was to win hit heavenly be-
nediction his B on accomplished thus his will on earth.
R e-assured by these meditations, he sought his bride,
reproaching himself for having allowed his thoughts to
wander from her. A descending angel could not have
chosen a face more fit than hers to give mortality a dream
of heavenly virtue. A t the altar L ady E dgarmond was
even more agitated than her daughter; for all important
steps alarm us the more the greater our ex perience. L ucy
was all hope; childhood still mingled with her youth, and
blended j oy with love. I n leaving the church she leaned
timidly on O swald' s arm, as if to assure herself of his
protection: he look ed on her tenderly, feeling, at the bottom
of his heart, a foe who menaced her repose, and from
whom he had promised to defend her. L ady E dgarmond,
on their return, said to her son-in-law, -- " My mind is
easy: I have confided to you the happiness of my daugh-
ter; and have so short a time to live, that it is a comfort
for me to think my place will be so well supplied. " L ord
N evil was much affected' by these words, and anx
iously
mused on the duties they imposed. A few days elapsed:
L ucy had begun to meet her husband' s eye with confidence,
and mak e her mind k nown to him, when unluck y incidents
disturbed the union commenced under these favourable
auspices.
CH A PTE R I I .
*
Mr. Dick son paid his respects to the young couple, apolo-
gising for not having been present at their marriage. H e
had been ill, he said, from the effects of a fall, though
k indly assisted by the most charming woman in the world.
O swald, at this moment, was playing battledore and
shuttlecock with L ucy, who was very graceful at this
ex ercise. H er bridegroom gazed on her, and listened not
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to Mr. Dick son, who, at last, called to him from the other
end of the room. " My L ord, the fair unk nown, who
came to my aid, had certainly heard much about you, for
she ask ed me many q uestions concerning your fate. " --
" W ho do you mean? " said N evil, continuing his game. --
" A lovely creature, my L ord, although she. look ed changed
by suffering, and could not speak of you without emo-
tion. " * These words attracted O swald' s attention; but
L ucy, perfectly unconcerned, j oined her mother, who had
j ustsentforher. L ordN evilnowask edMr. Dick son
whatladyitwaswhohadthusspok enofhim. " I k now
not," he replied: " her accent proved her E nglish, though
I have rarely found so obliging and easy a person
among our countrywomen. S he took as much care of a
poor old man lik e me as if she had been my own child:
while I
dear O
I taly?
was beside her, I did not feel my bruises; but, my
swald, have you been faithless here as well as in
My beauteous benefactress trembled and turned
pale at naming you. " -- " J ust heaven! " ex claimed N evil,
" yousaidanE nglishwoman? " -- " O hyes:youk now
foreigners never pronounce our language without a certain
intonation. " -- " A nd her face? " -- " The most ex pressive
I ever saw, though fearfully pale and thin. " This de-
scription suited not the bright Corinne; yet might she not
have suffered much, if in E ngland, and unable to find the
being she sought? This dread fell suddenly on O swald,
who continued his q uestions with ex treme uneasiness.
A ir. Dick son replied that the lady conversed with an ele-
gance which he had never before met, that the gentlest k ind-
ness spok e from her sad and languid eyes. " Did you
notice their colour? " ask edO swald. -- " Magnificently dark ! "
The catechist trembled. " F rom time to time," continued
Mr. Dick son, " she interrogated, or answered, me, and
what she did say was delightful. " H e would have pro-
ceeded, but L ady N evil, with her mother, rej oined them;
and O
Dick
swald hastily retired, hoping soon again to find Mr.
son alone. S truck by his sadness, L ady E
dgarmond sent
swald' s circumstances, such a
t is unpardonable, as
* ' E ven had not Mr. Dick son been aware of O
speech before his bride would have been bad enough. I
he k new so much Tit.
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L ucy away, that she might enq uire its cause. H er guest
simply repeated what had passed: terrified at anticipating
the despair of O swald, if he were assured that Corinne had
followed him to S cotland; foreseeing, too, that he would
resume this topic, she instructed Mr. Dick son as to what
she wished said to her son-in-law. Thus the old gentle-
man only increased the anx iety it was too late to remove.
O swald now ask ed his servant if all the letters sent him
within the last three week s had come by post. * The
man ' believed they had,' and was leaving the room; but,
turning back , added, " I remember that, on the ball night,
a blind man gave me one for your L ordship. I supposed
it a petition for charity.
" -- " I received none such: could
youfindthisman? " -- " Y es,myL ord,directly; helives
in the village. " -- " Go, bring him to me! " said N evil;
and, unable to wait patiently, walk ed out to meet him at
the end of the avenue. " S o, my friend," he said, " you
brought a letter here for me, on the evening of the ball;
whogaveittoyou? " -- " MyL ord,yeseeI ' mblind; how
wadI k en? " -- " Doyouthink itwasafemale? " -- " E ch,
fine that, my L ord! for I hard weel eneuch that she was
vera soft voiced, though I j aloused the while that she was
greeting. " -- " A ndwhatdidshesaytoyou? " -- " O h,sir,
she said, ' Gude auld man, gie this to O
and there stopped, but syne she added, '
N evil' s. ' " -- " A h, Corinne!
swald' s servant,'
I mean L ord
" ex claimed O swald, and grew
so faint that he was forced to support himself on the poor
creature' s arm, who continued, " I was sitting under a tree
j ust, and wished to do the leddy' s bidding diract, but could
scarce raise mysel, being auld the noo: weel, after giein
me mair siller than I ' d had for lang, she was that free she
lent me her hand, puir thing! it trembled j ust as your
L ordship' s does this minute," -- " E nough ! " sighed N evil.
" H ere, my good friend, as she gave you money, let me do
so too: go, and pray for us both! " H e withdrew.
F rom this moment a terrible agitation preyed on his
mind: he made a thousand useless enq uiries, unable to
conceive the possibility of Corinne' s having been in S cotland
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without seek ing him. H e formed various conj ectures, as to
her motives; and, in spite of all his endeavours to conceal it,
this affliction was evident to L ady E dgarmond, nay, even to
L ucy. A ll was constraint and silence. A t this time O swald
wrote first to Caste! F orte. H ad Corinne read that letter, it
would much have softened her resentment.
Count d' E rfeuil j oined the N evils ere the Prince' s
reply arrived. H e said no more of Corinne than was
necessary, yet felt vex ed at their not perceiving that he had
an important secret in his power, though too discreet to
betray it. H is insinuations at first took no effect upon
O swald; but, when he detected that they referred to
Corinne, he was all curiosity. The Count having brought
him to this, defended his own trust pretty bravely; at last,
however, his friend drew forth the whole truth. I t was
a pleasure for d' E rfeuil to relate how grateful Corinne
had felt, and in what a wretched state he had found her:
he ran on, without observing how he agonised L ord
N evil: his only obj ect was that of being the hero of his
own story; when he ceased, he was much afflicted at the
mischief he had done. O swald had commanded himself
till then, but suddenly became distracted with regret; accused
himself as the most barbarous and ungrateful of men; raved
of Corinne' s devoted tenderness; her generosity at the very
moment when she believed him most culpable. H e con-
trasted this with the heartless fick leness by which he had
req uited her; incessantly repeating that no one ever loved
him as she did; and that he should in some way be ulti-
mately punished for his cruelty. H e would have set forth
to see her, if only for a day, an hour; but R ome and
F lorence were already occupied by the F rench: his regi-
ment was about to embark ; he could not forfeit his own
honour, nor break the heart of his wife; indeed, no faults
he might now commit could repair the past; they would
but add to the misery he had occasioned. The only hope
that calmed him was derived from the dangers he was
about to brave. I n this mood he wrote again to Castel
F orte, whose replies represented Corinne as sad, but re-
signed: his pride in her softened rather than ex aggerated
the truth. O swald believed that he ought not to torture
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? 358 corinne; or I taly.
her by his regrets, after having so wronged her by his
love,-- and left B ritain with a sense of remorse which nearly
rendered life insupportable.
CH A PTE R I I I .
L ucy was afflicted by his departure; yet his recent gloom
had so increased her natural timidity, that she had never
found courage to confide in him her hopes of becoming a
mother; but left it for L ady E dgarmond to send these
tidings after him. N evil, unable to guess what passed in
his wife' s heart, had thought her farewell cold; compared
her silent submission with the eloq uence of Corinne, and
hesitated not to believe that L ucy loved him but feebly;
yet, during his absence, scarcely could even the birth of
their daughter divert her mind from his perils. A nother
grief was added to all this. D' E rfeuil spent a year in
S cotland, strongly persuaded that he had not revealed the
secret of Corinne' s soj ourn there; but he said so much that
implied it, and found such difficulty, when conversation
flagged, in avoiding the theme most interesting to L ady
N evil, that she at last learnt the whole truth. I nnocent
as she was, it req uired even less art than she possessed
to draw d' E rfeuil out upon a favourite subj ect. L ady
E dgarmond was too ill to be present at these conversations;
but when she q uestioned her daughter on the melancholy
she detected, L ucy told all. H er mother spok e very severely
on Corinne' s pursuit of O swald. L ucy was alternately
j ealous of her sister, and indignant against her husband,
for deserting one to whom he had been so dear. S he
could not help trembling for her own peace, with a man
who had thus wreck ed that of another. S he had ever
cherished a grateful recollection of her early instructress,
which now blended with sympathy: far from feeling
flattered by O swald' s sacrifice, she was tormented by the
idea that he had chosen her merely because her position in
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the world was more advantageous than that of Corinne.
S he remembered his hesitation before marriage, his sadness
so soon after, and every thing confirmed the cruel belief
that her husband loved her not. L ady E dgarmond might
have been of great service to her daughter, had she striven
to calm her; but she too intolerantly anathematised all
sentiments that deviated from the line of duty; nor
dreamt of tenderly leading a wanderer back , think ing that
the only way to awak e conscience was by j ust resentment.
S he was mortified that so lovely a woman should be so ill
appreciated; and aggravated L ucy' s fears, in order to
ex cite her pride. L ady N evil, more gentle and enlightened
than her mother, could not rigorously follow such advice;
yet her letters to O swald were always far colder than her
heart. Meanwhile he was distinguishing himself nobly,
ex posing his life, not merely in honourable enthusiasm,
but in a positive love of peril. H e appeared most gay
when most actively employed, and would blush with
pleasure when the tumult of battle commenced. A t such
moments a weight seemed lifted from his heart, and he
could breathe with ease. The popularity he enj oyed
among his fellow-soldiers animated the ex istence it could
not render happy, and almost blinded him both to the past
and future. H e grew accustomed to the luk ewarm cor-
respondence of his wife, whom he did not suppose offended
with him. W hen he remembered her it was as a being
worthy of his protection, and whose mind he ought to
spare from all deeply serious thoughts. B ut in those
splendid tropic nights, that give so grand an idea of nature
and its A uthor, the image of Corinne was often with him;
yet, as both war and climate menaced his life each hour,
he ex cused his lingering memory. A t the approach of
eternity, we forgive and hope to be forgiven. H e thought
but of the tears his death would cause her, not upon those
his errors had ex torted. I t was natural he should think
most of her; they had so often talk ed of immortality, and
sounded every depth of solemn feeling: he fancied that he
still conversed with her, while occupied by the great
thoughts the spectacles of war invariably suggest. I t was
to Corinne he spok e in solitude, although he k new that
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? 36 0 corinne; or italy.
she must sadly blame him. S pite absence, distance, time,
and every change, they seemed to understand each other
still.
A t last his regiment was ordered home. The monotony
of shipboard pleased him less than had the stir of arms.
E x ternal ex citement supplied some of the imaginative j oys
he owed to his intercourse with Corinne. H e had not yet
attempted to live calmly without her. The proofs of de-
votion his soldiers gave him somewhat beguiled the voyage;
but even that interest failed on their landing in E ngland.
CH A PTE R I V .
N evil had now to renew his acq uaintance with his own
family, after four years' separation. H e arrived at L ady
E dgarmond' s castle in N orthumberland. L ucy presented
her child with as much diffidence as if she had deemed
herself guilty. H er imagination had been so occupied by
her sister, during the period of her maternal ex pectations,
that little J uliet displayed the dark eyes and hair of Co-
rinne. H er father, in wild agitation, pressed her to his
heart; and from that instant L ucy could not tak e un-
q ualified delight in his affection for his daughter. The
young wife was now nearly twenty. H er beauty had
attained a dignity which inspired N evil with respect.
L ady E dgarmond was too infirm to leave her bed; yet,
though this tried her temper, she received her son-in-law
with satisfaction; having feared that she should die in his
absence, and leave her daughter alone upon the world.
O swald, so long accustomed to a military career, found it
very difficult to remain nearly all day in the chamber of
an invalid, who received no one but himself and wife.
L ucy dearly loved her lord; but, believing her affection
unprized, concealed what she k new of his passion for Co-
rinne, and became more silent than ever. Mild as she was,
her mother had so influenced her, that when O swald hinted
at the added charm she would gain by a little animation,
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she received this but as a proof that he still preferred her
sister, and was too hurt to profit by it: he could not speak
of the fine arts without occasioning her a sadness that re-
pressed his enthusiasm. H ad she been better taught, she
would have treasured up his lightest word, that she might
study how to please him. L ady E dgarmond evinced a
growing distaste for all deviations from her habitual rou-
tine: her irritated nerves shrunk from every sound. S he
would have reduced life to a state of stagnation, as if the
less to regret its loss: but, as few lik e to confess their
personal motives for certain opinions, she supported hers
on the general principles of ex aggerated morality; and
disenchanted life, by mak ing sins of its least amusements,--
by opposing some duty to every employment which would
have made to-day differ from yesterday or to-morrow.
L ucy, duteous as she was, had so much flex ibility of mind
that she would have j oined her husband in gently reasoning
with this ex acting austerity, had she not been persuaded
that it was adopted merely to discountenance O swald' s
I talian predilections. " Y ou must struggle most perse-
veringly," would her mother say, " against any return of
that dangerous infatuation. " L ord N evil had a great
reverence for duty; but he understood it in a wider sense
than that of L ady E dgarmond: tracing it to its source, he
found that it might perfectly accord with natural inclin-
ation, instead of req uiring perpetual combats and sacrifices.
V irtue, he thought, far from rendering life a torture, con-
tributes to the duration of its happiness, and may be consi-
dered as a sort of prescience granted " to man alone beneath
the heaven. " S ometimes, in ex plaining these ideas, he
yielded to the pleasure of q uoting Corinne; but such lan-
guage always offended his mother-in-law. N ew doctrines
ever displease the old. They lik e to fancy that the world
has been losing wisdom, instead of gaining it, since they
were young. L ucy' s heart instinctively detected the
echoes of her sister' s voice in the sentiments O swald
breathed with so much ardour. S he would cast down her
eyes to hide this consciousness: her husband, utterly un-
aware of it, attributed her apparent insensibility to want
of comprehension; and not k nowing where to seek con-
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? 36 2 corinne; or italy.
geniality sunk into despondence. H e wrote to Castel
F orte for news of Corinne; but the war prevented the
letter' s arrival. H is health suffered from the cold of E ng-
land; and the physicians assured him that his chest would
be again attack ed, if he did not pass the winter in I taly.
H e told this to his wife and mother, adding, that the war
between F
tour. " A
rance and E ngland must at present prevent his
nd when peace is concluded," said L ady E d-
garmond, " I should hope, my L ord, that you would not
think of returning to I taly. " -- " I f his health depends on
it," ventured L ucy, " ' he could not do better. "
O swald
ex pressed much gratitude for her k indness. A las! his
thank s but assured her of his love for another.
W ar ceased; and every time O swald complained, L ucy'
heart was divided between her dread of his departure for
I taly, and her fondness, which over-rated his indisposition.
H e attributed her doubt of the necessity for this voyage
to selfishness: thus each wounded the other' s feelings,
because neither dared confess their own. A ll these inter-
ests were soon absorbed in the state of L ady E dgarmond,
who was now speechless, and could only ex press herself by
tears, or by the manner in which she pressed their hands.
L ucy was in despair. O swald sat up every night with
her. I t was now December; and these cares were highly
inj urious to him, though they seemed much to gratify the
sufferer, whose faults disappeared j ust as her agonies would
have ex cused them. The approach of death stills all the
tumults of soul from which most of our errors proceed.
O n her last night she j oined the hands of O swald and
L ucy, pressed them to her heart, and raised her eyes to
heaven; no longer deploring the voice which could have
added nothing to the impressiveness of that action, -- that
s
look . I
L ord N
for her sak
n a few seconds she ex pired.
evil, who had supported himself by great effort,
e, now became dangerously ill, and poor L ucy'
s
distress was thus redoubled. I n his delirium, he often
named Corinne, and I taly, sighing, " O h, for the south-
ern sun! it is so cold in the north here: I shall never be
warm again. " W hen he recovered his senses he was sur-
prised at finding that L ucy had prepared every thing for
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his voyage: she merely repeated the advice of his phy-
sicians, adding, " I f you will permit it, I shall accompany
you;
-- "
this j
and our child ought not to be parted from her parents. "
N o, no, we will not part,"
ourney would pain you, I
he answered; " but if
renounce it" -- " That
swald took her hand,
will not pain me," she replied. O
and gazed enq uiringly on her: she would have ex plained
herself; but the memory of her mother' s advice never to
betray a sign of j ealousy, reproved her, and she added,--
" Y oumustbesure,myL ord,thatmyfirstobj ectisthe
re-establishment of your health. " --
I taly," continued he. -- " I
k
" Y ou have a sister in
now it: have you any tidings
ofher? " -- " N eversinceI leftforA merica. " -- " W ell,
myL ord,weshalllearnallinI taly. " -- " A reyouthen
interested in her still ? " -- " Y es; I have not forgotten
the tenderness she showed my childhood. " -- " W e ought
not to forget," sighed N evil; and both again were silent.
O swald had too much delicacy to desire a renewal of his
former ties with Corinne; but he thought that it would be
sweet to die in I taly, after receiving her pardon and
adieu. H e little deemed that his delirium had betrayed
him, and did inj ustice to the mind of his wife; because it
had rather shown him the opinion of others than what
she felt herself, he believed she loved him as much as
she could love, but he k new nothing of her sensibility; at
present her pride disguised it; but, had she been perfectly
happy, she would have thought it improper to avow a pas-
sionate affection even for her own husband; capable as
she was of it, education had convinced her that it would be
immodest to profess this feeling; but nothing could teach
her to tak e pleasure in speak ing of any thing else.
CHAPTER V.
O swald, dislik ing all recollections of F rance, crossed it
very hastily. L ucy evinced neither wish nor will of any
k ind, but left it for him to decide every thing. They
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? 36 4 corinne; or italy.
reached the base of the mountains that separate Dauphine
from S avoy, and ascended the Pas des E ehelles on foot:
this road is dug in the rock s; its entrance resembles a deep
cavern; it is dark throughout, even in the brightest days
of summer. A s yet they found no snow; but autumn,
the season of decay, was herself fast fading.
