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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. The road
was covered with dead leaves, borne to this region on the
gale, from the distant trees. Thus they saw the wreck of
nature, without beholding any promise of her revival.
The sight of the mountains charmed L ord N evil: while
we live among plains, the earth seems only made to bear
and nourish man; but in picturesq ue countries we see the
impress of their Creator' s power and genius; yet man is
every where familiarised with nature: the roads he frames
ascend the steep, or fathom the abyss; nothing is inacces-
sible to him, save the great mystery of his own being. I n
Morienne the winter was more rigorously felt at every
step: one might fancy one' s self wending northward, in
approaching Mont Cenis. L ucy, who had never travelled
before, was alarmed at finding the ice render the horses'
pace unsteady: she hid her fears, but reproached herself
for having brought her little one with her; often doubting
whether the resolve to do so had been purely moral, or
whether the hope of growing dearer to O swald, by con-
stantly associating her image with that of their beloved
child, had not deadened her to the risk s J uliet would thus
incur. L ucy was apt to perplex her mind with secret
scruples of conscience; the more virtuous we are the more
this k ind of fastidiousness increases: she had no resource,
save in her long and silent prayers, which somewhat tran-
q uillised her spirit. The landscape now took a more terrific
character: the snow fell heavily on ground already covered
with it. They seemed entering the H ell of I ce described
by Dante. F rom the foot of the precipices to the moun-
tain tops all varieties were concealed. The pines, now
clothed in white, were mirrored in the water lik e spectral
trees. O swald and L ucy gazed in silence; speech would
have seemed presumptuous; nature was frozen into dumb-
ness, and they were mute lik e her. S uddenly they per-
ceived, on an immense ex tent of snow, a long file of dark ly
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clad figures carrying a bier towards a church. These
priests, the only living beings who brok e this desert soli-
tude, preserved their wonted pace. The thought of death
lent it a gravity which not even the bleak ness of the air
tempted them to forget. H ere was the mourning of na-
ture and of man for vegetable and for human life. N o
colour was left, -- that black , that white, thus united,
struck the soul with awe. " W hat a sad omen ! "
L ady N evil. -- " L ucy," interrupted O swald, "
sighed
trust me,
itisnotforyou. " -- " A las! " hethought," itwasnot
beneath such auspices I travelled with Corinne. W here is
she now? may not these gloomy obj ects be but warnings
of what I am to suffer? " L ucy' s nerves were shak en by
the terrors of her j ourney.
This k ind of fear is almost
unk nown to an intrepid man; and she mistook for care-
lessness of her, O swald' s ignorance of such alarm' s possible
ex istence. The common people, who have no better ex er-
cise for fancy, love to ex aggerate all hazards, and delight in
the effect they thus produce on their superiors. The inn-
k eepers, every winter, tell their guests wild tales of " le
Mont," as if it were an immovable monster, guarding the
vales that lead to the land of promise. They watch the
weather for formidable symptoms, and beg all foreigners to
avoid crossing Mont Cenis during la tourmente. This is
a wind announced by a white cloud, spread lik e a sheet
in the air, and by degrees covering the whole horizon.
L ucy had gained all possible information, unk nown to
N evil, who was too much occupied by the sensation of re-
entering I taly to think on these reports. The possible
end and aim of his pilgrimage agitated his wife still more
than did the j ourney itself, and she j udged every thing un-
favourably. I n the morning of their ascent, several pea-
sants beset her with forebodings; those hired to carry her
up the mountain, however, assured her that there was no-
thing to apprehend: she look ed at N evil, and saw that he
laughed at these predictions; therefore, piq ued by his se-
curity, she professed herself ready to depart. H e k new
not how much this resolution cost her, but mounted a horse
and followed the litter which bore his wife and child. The
way was easy, till they were about the centre of the flat
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which precedes the descent, when a violent hurricane arose.
Drifts of snow blinded L ucy' s bearers, and often hid O s-
wald from her view. The religious men who devote their
lives to succour travellers on the A lps began to ring their
alarm bell; yet, though this sound proclaimed the neigh-
bourhood of benevolent pity, its rapid and heavy repetition
seemed more ex pressive of dismay than assistance. L ucy
hoped that O swald would propose passing the night at this
monastery; but, as she said nothing, he thought it best to
hasten on, while daylight lasted. L ucy' s bearers enq uired,
with some uneasiness, if she wished them to descend.
" Y es," she said, " since my L ord does not oppose it. "
erred in thus suppressing her feelings: the presence of her
child would have ex cused them; but, while we love one by
whom we cannot deem ourselves beloved, each instant
brings its own sense of humiliation. O swald remained on
horseback , though that was the least safe method of descent,
but he believed himself thus secure against losing sight of
his wife and child. F rom the summit L ucy look ed down
on the abrupt road which she would have tak en for a pre-
cipice, had not steeps still more perpendicular been close at
hand. S he pressed her darling to her heart with strong
emotion. O swald observed this, and, q uitting his saddle,
j oined the men who carried her litter. The graceful zeal
with which he did this filled her eyes with tears; but, at
that instant, the whirlwind rose so furiously that her bearers
fell on their k nees, ex claiming, " O h God, protect us! "
L ucy regained her courage; and, raising herself, held
J uliet towards L ord N evil. " Tak e your child, my love!
she said. O swald received it, answering, " A nd you too--
S he
come,I cancarryyeboth! " -- " N o," shesaid," only
save her! " -- " S ave! " he repeated: " is there any dan-
ger? Unhappy wretches-- why did you not tell us? "
-- " They did," interrupted L ucy. -- " A nd you concealed
it from me? H ow have I merited this cruel reserve? "
H e wrapped his cloak round J uliet, and cast down his eyes
in deep disq uietude; but H eaven most mercifully appeased
the storm, and lent a ray which showed them the fertile
plains of Piedmont. I n another hour they arrive' d un-
harmed at N ovalaise, the first I talian town after crossing
"
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Mont Cenis. O n entering the inn, L ucy embraced her
child, and returned her fervent thank s to God. O swald
leaned pensively near the fire, and, when she rose, held out
his hand to her, saying, " Y ou were alarmed then, love? "
-- " Y es,dear. " -- " W hywouldyougoon? " -- " Y ou
seemed impatient to proceed. " -- " Do you not k now that,
above all things, I dread ex posing you to pain or danger? "
-- " I tisforJ ulietthattheyaretobedreaded," shere-
plied, tak ing the little one on her lap to warm it, and
twisting round her fingers the beautiful black curls that the
snow had matted on that fair brow. * The mother and
child formed so charming a picture, that O swald gazed on
them with tender admiration; but L ucy' s silence dis-
couraged the feeling which might else have led to a mutual
understanding. They arrived at Turin, where the season
was unusually severe. The vast apartments of I taly were
destined to receive the sun. Their freshness in summer is
most welcome; but, in the depth of winter, they seem
cheerless deserts; and their possessors feel lik e pigmies in
the abode of giants. The death of A lfieri had j ust oc-
casioned a general mourning among his proud countrymen.
N evil no longer recognised the gaiety formerly so dear to
him. The absence of her he loved disenchanted both
nature and art: he sought intelligence of her, and learnt
that for five years she had published nothing, but lived in
B eclusion at F lorence. H e resolved on going thither; not to
remain, and thus violate the affection he owed to L ucy, but
to tell Corinne how ignorant he had been of her residence
in S cotland. I n crossing L ombardy he sighed, " H ow
beautiful this was, when all those elms were in full leaf,
with vines link ing them together ! " -- " H ow beautiful it
was," thought L ucy, " while Corinne shared it with you! "
A humid fog, such as oft arises in so well watered a land,
obscured their view of the country. During the night they
heard the deluge of southern rain fall on, nay, through the
roof, as if water were pursuing them with all the avidity of
* Madame de S tael gave L ucy, at three years of age, hair long enough to
mak e a bracelet. S he was think ing of F rench children. The formal E dgar,
monds were not more lik ely to deviate from the E nglish fashion than to
Christen N evil' s daughter J uliette. -- in.
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fire. L ucy sought in vain for the charm of I taly: it
seemed that every thing conspired to veil it in gloom for
O swald and herself.
CH A PTE R V I .
S inceL ordN evilhadbeeninI taly,hehadnotspok ena
word of the language; it even made him ill to hear it.
O n the evening of his arrival at Milan he heard a tap at
the door, which was followed by the entrance of a man,
whose dark and prominent face would have been ex pressive,
if animated by natural enthusiasm: it wore an unvaryingly
giacious smile, and a look that strove to be poetical. H e
stood at the door, improvising verses in praise of the
group before him, but such as might have suited any other
husband, wife, or child, j ust as truly; and so ex aggerated,
that the speak er seemed to think poetry ought to have no
connection with truth. O swald perceived that he was a
R oman; yet, harmonious as were the sounds he uttered,
the vehemence of his declamation served but to indicate
more plainly the unmeaning insipidity of all he said.
N othing could be more painful for O swald than to hear
the R oman tongue thus spok en, for the first time after so
long an interval, to see his dearest memories travestied,
and feel his melancholy renewed by an obj ect so ridiculous.
L ucy guessed all this, and would have dismissed the im-
provisatore; but it was impossible to mak e him hear her:
he paced the chamber all gesture and ex clamation, heedless
of the disgust he dealt his hearers, proceeding lik e a
machine that could not stop till after a certain moment.
A t last that time arrived, and L ucy paid him to depart.
" Poetic language," said O swald, " is so easily parodied
here, that it ought to be forbidden all save those who are
worthy to employ it. " -- " True," observed L ucy, perhaps
a little too pointedly: " it is very disagreeable to be re-
minded of what you admire, by such a burlesq ue as we
have j ust endured. " -- " N ot so," he answered; " the con-
trast only mak es me more deeply feel the power of genius.
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This same language, which may be so miserably degraded,
became celestial poetry from the lips of Corinne -- your
sister. " L ucy felt overwhelmed: he had not pronounced
that name to her before; the addition of your sister
sounded as if conveying a reproach. S he was half suffo-
cated; and had she given way to her tears, this moment
might have proved the sweetest in her life; but she re-
strained them, and the embarrassment between herself and
husband became more painful than before. O n the nex t
day the sun brok e forth, lik e an ex ile returning to his own
land. The N evils availed themselves of his brightness to
visit Milan cathedral, the chef-d' oeuvre of Gothic architec.
ture: it is built in the form of a cross,-- fair melancholy
image in the midst of wealth. L ofty as it is, the orna-
ments are elaborate as those lavished on some minute
obj ect of admiration. , W hat time and patience must it
have cost! This perseverance towards the same aim is
transmitted from age to age, and the human race, stable at
least in thought, can leave us proofs of this, imperishable
almost as thought itself. A Gothic building engenders
true religion: it has been said that the popes have con-
secrated more wealth to the building of modern temples
than devotion to the memory of old churches. The light,
falling through coloured glass, the singular forms of the
architecture, unite to give a silent image of that infinite
mystery which the soul for ever feels, and never compre-
hends.
L ord and L ady N evil left Milan when the earth wa>>
covered with snow. This is a sadder sight in I taly than
elsewhere, because it is unusual: the natives lament bad
weather as a public calamity. O swald was vain of his
favourite country, and angry that it would not smile its best
for L ucy. They passed through Placenta, Parma, and
Modena. The churches and palaces of each are too vast, in
proportion to the number and fortune of the inhabitants:
all seems arranged for the reception of the great, who as
yet have but sent some of their retinue forward. O n the
morning of their reaching Taro, the floods were thunder-
ing from the A lps and A pennines, with such frightful
rapidity, that their roar scarce announced them ere they
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came. B ridges are hardly practicable over rivers that so
often rise above the levei of the plain. O swald and L ucy
found their course suddenly check ed. A ll boats had been
washed away by the current; and they were obliged to wait
till the I talians, who never hurry themselves, chose to
bring them back . The fog confounded the water with the
sk y; and the whole spectacle rather resembled the descrip-
tions of S tyx than the bounteous streams lent as refresh-
ments to the burning south. L ucy, trembling lest the
intense cold should hurt her child, bore it into a fisher' s
hut, in the centre of which a fire had been k indled, as is
done in R ussia.
" W hereisyourlovelyI taly? " sheask edO swald,with
a smile. " I k now not when I shall regain her," he an-
swered, sadly. A pproaching Parma, and all the cities on
that road, they perceived from far the flat-terraced roofs
that give I taly so original an air. Churches and spires
stand forth boldly amid these buildings; and, after seeing
them, the northern-pointed roofs, so constructed to permit
the snow to run off, create a very unpleasant sensation.
Parma still preserves some fine pictures by Correggio. O s-
wald took L ucy to a church which boasts a fresco of his,
L a Madonna delta S cala: while he drew the curtain from
before it, L ucy raised J uliet in her arms, that she might
better see the picture; and by chance their attitude was
nearly the same with that of the V irgin and Child. L ucy
had so much of the modest grace which Correggio loved to
paint, that O swald look ed from the ideal to the real with
surprise. A s she noticed this her lids declined, and the
resemblance became still more strong. Correggio is, perhaps,
the only painter who k new how to give downcast eyes an
ex pression affecting as that of those raised to heaven. The
veil he throws over such look s, far from decreasing their
thoughtful tenderness, lends it the added charm of hea-
venly mystery. The Madonna is almost detached from
the wall. A breath might blow its hues away; this fear
gives it a melancholy interest: its adorers oft return to
bid such fleeting beauty a fond farewell. A s they left the
church, O swald said to L ucy, " A little while, and that
picture will be no more! but its model is mine own for
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ever. " These soft words touched her heart: she pressed
his hand, about to ask him if he could not trust her ten-
derness; but, as when he spok e coldly, her pride forbade
complaint, so when his language made her blest, she
dreaded to disturb that moment' s peace, in an attempt to
render it more durable. Thus always she found reasons for
her silence, hoping that time, resignation, and gentleness,
might bring at last the happy day which would disperse
her apprehensions.
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L ord N evil'
tated his heart. H
V I I .
s health improved, yet cruel anx iety still agi-
e constantly sought tidings of Corinne;
but every where heard the same report: how different
from the strain in which her name had once been breathed!
Could the man who had destroyed her peace and fame
forgive himself? Travellers drawing near B ologna are
attracted by two very high towers; the one, however,
leans so obliq uely as to create a sensation of alarm; vainly
is it said to have been built so, and to have lasted thus for
centuries; its aspect is irresistibly oppressive. B ologna
boasts a great number of highly informed men; but the
common people are disagreeable. L ucy listened for the
melodious I talian, of which she had been told; but the
B olognese dialect painfully disappointed her. N othing
more harsh can ex ist in the north. They arrived at the
height of the Carnival, and heard, both day and night,
cries of j oy that sounded lik e those of rage. A population
lik e that of the L azzaroni eat and sleep beneath the nu-
merous arcades that border the streets: during winter they
carry a little fire in an earthen vessel. I n cold weather
no nightly music is heard in I taly: it is replaced in
B ologna by a clamour truly alarming to foreigners. The
manners of the populace are much more gross in some few
southern states than can be found elsewhere. I n-door life
perfects social order: the heat that permits people to live
thus in public engenders many savage habits. (7) L ord
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and L ady N evil could not walk forth without being as-
sailed by beggars, the scourge of I taly. A s they passed
the prisons, whose barred windows look upon the street,
the captives demanded alms with immoderate laughter. " I t
is not thus," said L ucy, ' ' that our people show themselves
the fellow-citizens of their betters. O h, O swald! can such
a country please you ? " -- " H eaven forbid," he replied,
" that I should ever forget my own! but when you have
passed the A pennines you will hear the Tuscans, -- meet
intellectual and animated beings, who, I hope, will render
you less severe. "
I talians, indeed, must be j udged according to circum-
stances. S ometimes the evil that hath been spok en of
them seems but true; at others, most unj ust. A ll that
has previously been described of their governments and
religion proves that much may be asserted against them
generally, yet that many private virtues are to be found
amongst them. The individuals chance throws on the
acq uaintance of our travellers decide their notions of the
whole race: such j udgment, of course, can find no basis
in the public spirit of the country. O swald and L ucy
visited the collections of pictures that enrich B ologna.
A mong them was Dominichino' s S ibyl; before which N evil
unconsciously lingered so long, that his wife at last dared
ask him, if this beauty said more to his heart than Correg-
gio' s Madonna had done. H e understood, and was amazed
at so significant an appeal: after gazing on her for some
time, he replied, " The S ibyl utters oracles no more: her
beauty, lik e her genius, is gone; but the angelic features
I admired in Correggio have lost none of their charms; and
the unhappy wretch who so much wronged the one will
never betray the other. " H e left the place, to conceal his
agitation.
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