You must return to Paris before our ideas can at all agree.But A-PROPOS of Venice, I have some thoughts of going thither, next summer;events may call me to take possession of that same villa, too, which they tell me is the most charming that can be imagined.In that case I shall leave the improvements I mention to another year, and I may, perhaps, be tempted to stay some time in Italy.'
Emily was somewhat surprised to hear him talk of being tempted to remain abroad, after he had mentioned his presence to be so necessary at Paris, that it was with difficulty he could steal away for a month or two; but St.Aubert understood the self-importance of the man too well to wonder at this trait; and the possibility, that these projected improvements might be deferred, gave him a hope, that they might never take place.
Before they separated for the night, M.Quesnel desired to speak with St.Aubert alone, and they retired to another room, where they remained a considerable time.The subject of this conversation was not known; but, whatever it might be, St.Aubert, when he returned to the supper-room, seemed much disturbed, and a shade of sorrow sometimes fell upon his features that alarmed Madame St.Aubert.
When they were alone she was tempted to enquire the occasion of it, but the delicacy of mind, which had ever appeared in his conduct, restrained her: she considered that, if St.Aubert wished her to be acquainted with the subject of his concern, he would not wait on her enquiries.
On the following day, before M.Quesnel departed, he had a second conference with St.Aubert.
The guests, after dining at the chateau, set out in the cool of the day for Epourville, whither they gave him and Madame St.Aubert a pressing invitation, prompted rather by the vanity of displaying their splendour, than by a wish to make their friends happy.
Emily returned, with delight, to the liberty which their presence had restrained, to her books, her walks, and the rational conversation of M.and Madame St.Aubert, who seemed to rejoice, no less, that they were delivered from the shackles, which arrogance and frivolity had imposed.
Madame St.Aubert excused herself from sharing their usual evening walk, complaining that she was not quite well, and St.Aubert and Emily went out together.
They chose a walk towards the mountains, intending to visit some old pensioners of St.Aubert, which, from his very moderate income, he contrived to support, though it is probable M.Quesnel, with his very large one, could not have afforded this.
After distributing to his pensioners their weekly stipends, listening patiently to the complaints of some, redressing the grievances of others, and softening the discontents of all, by the look of sympathy, and the smile of benevolence, St.Aubert returned home through the woods, where At fall of eve the fairy-people throng, In various games and revelry to pass The summer night, as village stories tell.**Thomson'The evening gloom of woods was always delightful to me,' said St.
Aubert, whose mind now experienced the sweet calm, which results from the consciousness of having done a beneficent action, and which disposes it to receive pleasure from every surrounding object.'Iremember that in my youth this gloom used to call forth to my fancy a thousand fairy visions, and romantic images; and, I own, I am not yet wholly insensible of that high enthusiasm, which wakes the poet's dream: I can linger, with solemn steps, under the deep shades, send forward a transforming eye into the distant obscurity, and listen with thrilling delight to the mystic murmuring of the woods.'
'O my dear father,' said Emily, while a sudden tear started to her eye, 'how exactly you describe what I have felt so often, and which Ithought nobody had ever felt but myself! But hark! here comes the sweeping sound over the wood-tops;--now it dies away;--how solemn the stillness that succeeds! Now the breeze swells again.It is like the voice of some supernatural being--the voice of the spirit of the woods, that watches over them by night.Ah! what light is yonder?
But it is gone.And now it gleams again, near the root of that large chestnut: look, sir!'
'Are you such an admirer of nature,' said St.Aubert, 'and so little acquainted with her appearances as not to know that for the glow-worm? But come,' added he gaily, 'step a little further, and we shall see fairies, perhaps; they are often companions.The glow-worm lends his light, and they in return charm him with music, and the dance.Do you see nothing tripping yonder?'
Emily laughed.'Well, my dear sir,' said she, 'since you allow of this alliance, I may venture to own I have anticipated you; and almost dare venture to repeat some verses I made one evening in these very woods.'
'Nay,' replied St.Aubert, 'dismiss the ALMOST, and venture quite;let us hear what vagaries fancy has been playing in your mind.If she has given you one of her spells, you need not envy those of the fairies.'
'If it is strong enough to enchant your judgment, sir,' said Emily, 'while I disclose her images, I need NOT envy them.The lines go in a sort of tripping measure, which I thought might suit the subject well enough, but I fear they are too irregular.'
THE GLOW-WORM
How pleasant is the green-wood's deep-matted shade On a mid-summer's eve, when the fresh rain is o'er;When the yellow beams slope, and sparkle thro' the glade, And swiftly in the thin air the light swallows soar!
But sweeter, sweeter still, when the sun sinks to rest, And twilight comes on, with the fairies so gay Tripping through the forest-walk, where flow'rs, unprest, Bow not their tall heads beneath their frolic play.
To music's softest sounds they dance away the hour, Till moon-light steals down among the trembling leaves, And checquers all the ground, and guides them to the bow'r, The long haunted bow'r, where the nightingale grieves.
