Sleep-soothing2 groves3, and quiet lawns between,
And flowery beds that slumbrous influence kept,
From poppies breath’d, and banks of pleasant green,
Where never yet was creeping creature seen.
Meantime unnumbered glittering streamlets play’d,
And hurled5 every where their water’s sheen,
That, as they bicker’d through the sunny glade6,
Though restless still themselves, a lulling7 murmur8 made.
THOMSON
When Emily, in the morning, opened her casement9, she was surprised to observe the beauties, that surrounded it. The cottage was nearly embowered in the woods, which were chiefly of chesnut intermixed with some cypress11, larch12 and sycamore. Beneath the dark and spreading branches, appeared, to the north, and to the east, the woody Apennines, rising in majestic13 amphitheatre, not black with pines, as she had been accustomed to see them, but their loftiest summits crowned with antient forests of chesnut, oak, and oriental plane, now animated14 with the rich tints16 of autumn, and which swept downward to the valley uninterruptedly, except where some bold rocky promontory17 looked out from among the foliage18, and caught the passing gleam. Vineyards stretched along the feet of the mountains, where the elegant villas19 of the Tuscan nobility frequently adorned20 the scene, and overlooked slopes clothed with groves of olive, mulberry, orange and lemon. The plain, to which these declined, was coloured with the riches of cultivation21, whose mingled22 hues23 were mellowed24 into harmony by an Italian sun. Vines, their purple clusters blushing between the russet foliage, hung in luxuriant festoons from the branches of standard fig26 and cherry trees, while pastures of verdure, such as Emily had seldom seen in Italy, enriched the banks of a stream that, after descending28 from the mountains, wound along the landscape, which it reflected, to a bay of the sea. There, far in the west, the waters, fading into the sky, assumed a tint15 of the faintest purple, and the line of separation between them was, now and then, discernible only by the progress of a sail, brightened with the sunbeam, along the horizon.
The cottage, which was shaded by the woods from the intenser rays of the sun, and was open only to his evening light, was covered entirely29 with vines, fig-trees and jessamine, whose flowers surpassed in size and fragrance30 any that Emily had seen. These and ripening31 clusters of grapes hung round her little casement. The turf, that grew under the woods, was inlaid with a variety of wild flowers and perfumed herbs, and, on the opposite margin32 of the stream, whose current diffused33 freshness beneath the shades, rose a grove4 of lemon and orange trees. This, though nearly opposite to Emily’s window, did not interrupt her prospect34, but rather heightened, by its dark verdure, the effect of the perspective; and to her this spot was a bower10 of sweets, whose charms communicated imperceptibly to her mind somewhat of their own serenity35.
She was soon summoned to breakfast, by the peasant’s daughter, a girl about seventeen, of a pleasant countenance36, which, Emily was glad to observe, seemed animated with the pure affections of nature, though the others, that surrounded her, expressed, more or less, the worst qualities — cruelty, ferocity, cunning and duplicity; of the latter style of countenance, especially, were those of the peasant and his wife. Maddelina spoke37 little, but what she said was in a soft voice, and with an air of modesty38 and complacency, that interested Emily, who breakfasted at a separate table with Dorina, while Ugo and Bertrand were taking a repast of Tuscany bacon and wine with their host, near the cottage door; when they had finished which, Ugo, rising hastily, enquired39 for his mule40, and Emily learned that he was to return to Udolpho, while Bertrand remained at the cottage; a circumstance, which, though it did not surprise, distressed41 her.
When Ugo was departed, Emily proposed to walk in the neighbouring woods; but, on being told, that she must not quit the cottage, without having Bertrand for her attendant, she withdrew to her own room. There, as her eyes settled on the towering Apennines, she recollected42 the terrific scenery they had exhibited and the horrors she had suffered, on the preceding night, particularly at the moment when Bertrand had betrayed himself to be an assassin; and these remembrances awakened43 a train of images, which, since they abstracted her from a consideration of her own situation, she pursued for some time, and then arranged in the following lines; pleased to have discovered any innocent means, by which she could beguile44 an hour of misfortune.
THE PILGRIM
Slow o’er the Apennine, with bleeding feet,
A patient Pilgrim wound his lonely way,
To deck the Lady of Loretto’s seat
With all the little wealth his zeal46 could pay.
From mountain-tops cold died the evening ray,
And, stretch’d in twilight47, slept the vale below;
And now the last, last purple streaks48 of day
Along the melancholy49 West fade slow.
High o’er his head, the restless pines complain,
As on their summit rolls the breeze of night;
Beneath, the hoarse50 stream chides51 the rocks in vain:
The Pilgrim pauses on the dizzy height.
Then to the vale his cautious step he prest,
For there a hermit’s cross was dimly seen,
Cresting52 the rock, and there his limbs might rest,
Cheer’d in the good man’s cave, by faggot’s sheen,
On leafy beds, nor guile45 his sleep molest53.
Unhappy Luke! he trusts a treacherous54 clue!
Behind the cliff the lurking55 robber stood;
No friendly moon his giant shadow threw
Athwart the road, to save the Pilgrim’s blood;
On as he went a vesper-hymn56 he sang,
The hymn, that nightly sooth’d him to repose57.
Fierce on his harmless prey58 the ruffian sprang!
The Pilgrim bleeds to death, his eye-lids close.
Yet his meek59 spirit knew no vengeful care,
But, dying, for his murd’rer breath’d — a sainted pray’r!
(* This poem and that entitled THE TRAVELLER in vol. ii, have already appeared in a periodical publication. [A. R.])
Preferring the solitude60 of her room to the company of the persons below stairs, Emily dined above, and Maddelina was suffered to attend her, from whose simple conversation she learned, that the peasant and his wife were old inhabitants of this cottage, which had been purchased for them by Montoni, in reward of some service, rendered him, many years before, by Marco, to whom Carlo, the steward61 at the castle, was nearly related. ‘So many years ago, Signora,’ added Maddelina, ‘that I know nothing about it; but my father did the Signor a great good, for my mother has often said to him, this cottage was the least he ought to have had.’
To the mention of this circumstance Emily listened with a painful interest, since it appeared to give a frightful62 colour to the character of Marco, whose service, thus rewarded by Montoni, she could scarcely doubt have been criminal; and, if so, had too much reason to believe, that she had been committed into his hands for some desperate purpose. ‘Did you ever hear how many years it is,’ said Emily, who was considering of Signora Laurentini’s disappearance63 from Udolpho, ‘since your father performed the services you spoke of?’
‘It was a little before he came to live at the cottage, Signora,’ replied Maddelina, ‘and that is about eighteen years ago.’
This was near the period, when Signora Laurentini had been said to disappear, and it occurred to Emily, that Marco had assisted in that mysterious affair, and, perhaps, had been employed in a murder! This horrible suggestion fixed64 her in such profound reverie, that Maddelina quitted the room, unperceived by her, and she remained unconscious of all around her, for a considerable time. Tears, at length, came to her relief, after indulging which, her spirits becoming calmer, she ceased to tremble at a view of evils, that might never arrive; and had sufficient resolution to endeavour to withdraw her thoughts from the contemplation of her own interests. Remembering the few books, which even in the hurry of her departure from Udolpho she had put into her little package, she sat down with one of them at her pleasant casement, whence her eyes often wandered from the page to the landscape, whose beauty gradually soothed65 her mind into gentle melancholy.
Here, she remained alone, till evening, and saw the sun descend27 the western sky, throw all his pomp of light and shadow upon the mountains, and gleam upon the distant ocean and the stealing sails, as he sunk amidst the waves. Then, at the musing66 hour of twilight, her softened67 thoughts returned to Valancourt; she again recollected every circumstance, connected with the midnight music, and all that might assist her conjecture68, concerning his imprisonment69 at the castle, and, becoming confirmed in the supposition, that it was his voice she had heard there, she looked back to that gloomy abode70 with emotions of grief and momentary71 regret.
Refreshed by the cool and fragrant72 air, and her spirits soothed to a state of gentle melancholy by the stilly murmur of the brook73 below and of the woods around, she lingered at her casement long after the sun had set, watching the valley sinking into obscurity, till only the grand outline of the surrounding mountains, shadowed upon the horizon, remained visible. But a clear moon-light, that succeeded, gave to the landscape, what time gives to the scenes of past life, when it softens74 all their harsher features, and throws over the whole the mellowing75 shade of distant contemplation. The scenes of La Vallee, in the early morn of her life, when she was protected and beloved by parents equally loved, appeared in Emily’s memory tenderly beautiful, like the prospect before her, and awakened mournful comparisons. Unwilling76 to encounter the coarse behaviour of the peasant’s wife, she remained supperless in her room, while she wept again over her forlorn and perilous77 situation, a review of which entirely overcame the small remains78 of her fortitude79, and, reducing her to temporary despondence, she wished to be released from the heavy load of life, that had so long oppressed her, and prayed to Heaven to take her, in its mercy, to her parents.
Wearied with weeping, she, at length, lay down on her mattress80, and sunk to sleep, but was soon awakened by a knocking at her chamber81 door, and, starting up in terror, she heard a voice calling her. The image of Bertrand, with a stilletto in his hand, appeared to her alarmed fancy, and she neither opened the door, or answered, but listened in profound silence, till, the voice repeating her name in the same low tone, she demanded who called. ‘It is I, Signora,’ replied the voice, which she now distinguished82 to be Maddelina’s, ‘pray open the door. Don’t be frightened, it is I.’
‘And what brings you here so late, Maddelina?’ said Emily, as she let her in.
‘Hush83! signora, for heaven’s sake hush!— if we are overheard I shall never be forgiven. My father and mother and Bertrand are all gone to bed,’ continued Maddelina, as she gently shut the door, and crept forward, ‘and I have brought you some supper, for you had none, you know, Signora, below stairs. Here are some grapes and figs84 and half a cup of wine.’ Emily thanked her, but expressed apprehension85 lest this kindness should draw upon her the resentment86 of Dorina, when she perceived the fruit was gone. ‘Take it back, therefore, Maddelina,’ added Emily, ‘I shall suffer much less from the want of it, than I should do, if this act of good-nature was to subject you to your mother’s displeasure.’
‘O Signora! there is no danger of that,’ replied Maddelina, ‘my mother cannot miss the fruit, for I saved it from my own supper. You will make me very unhappy, if you refuse to take it, Signora.’ Emily was so much affected87 by this instance of the good girl’s generosity88, that she remained for some time unable to reply, and Maddelina watched her in silence, till, mistaking the cause of her emotion, she said, ‘Do not weep so, Signora! My mother, to be sure, is a little cross, sometimes, but then it is soon over,— so don’t take it so much to heart. She often scolds me, too, but then I have learned to bear it, and, when she has done, if I can but steal out into the woods, and play upon my sticcado, I forget it all directly.’
Emily, smiling through her tears, told Maddelina, that she was a good girl, and then accepted her offering. She wished anxiously to know, whether Bertrand and Dorina had spoken of Montoni, or of his designs, concerning herself, in the presence of Maddelina, but disdained89 to tempt90 the innocent girl to a conduct so mean, as that of betraying the private conversations of her parents. When she was departing, Emily requested, that she would come to her room as often as she dared, without offending her mother, and Maddelina, after promising91 that she would do so, stole softly back again to her own chamber.
Thus several days passed, during which Emily remained in her own room, Maddelina attending her only at her repast, whose gentle countenance and manners soothed her more than any circumstance she had known for many months. Of her pleasant embowered chamber she now became fond, and began to experience in it those feelings of security, which we naturally attach to home. In this interval92 also, her mind, having been undisturbed by any new circumstance of disgust, or alarm, recovered its tone sufficiently93 to permit her the enjoyment94 of her books, among which she found some unfinished sketches95 of landscapes, several blank sheets of paper, with her drawing instruments, and she was thus enabled to amuse herself with selecting some of the lovely features of the prospect, that her window commanded, and combining them in scenes, to which her tasteful fancy gave a last grace. In these little sketches she generally placed interesting groups, characteristic of the scenery they animated, and often contrived96 to tell, with perspicuity97, some simple and affecting story, when, as a tear fell over the pictured griefs, which her imagination drew, she would forget, for a moment, her real sufferings. Thus innocently she beguiled98 the heavy hours of misfortune, and, with meek patience, awaited the events of futurity.
A beautiful evening, that had succeeded to a sultry day, at length induced Emily to walk, though she knew that Bertrand must attend her, and, with Maddelina for her companion, she left the cottage, followed by Bertrand, who allowed her to choose her own way. The hour was cool and silent, and she could not look upon the country around her, without delight. How lovely, too, appeared the brilliant blue, that coloured all the upper region of the air, and, thence fading downward, was lost in the saffron glow of the horizon! Nor less so were the varied99 shades and warm colouring of the Apennines, as the evening sun threw his slanting100 rays athwart their broken surface. Emily followed the course of the stream, under the shades, that overhung its grassy101 margin. On the opposite banks, the pastures were animated with herds102 of cattle of a beautiful cream-colour; and, beyond, were groves of lemon and orange, with fruit glowing on the branches, frequent almost as the leaves, which partly concealed103 it. She pursued her way towards the sea, which reflected the warm glow of sun-set, while the cliffs, that rose over its edge, were tinted104 with the last rays. The valley was terminated on the right by a lofty promontory, whose summit, impending105 over the waves, was crowned with a ruined tower, now serving for the purpose of a beacon106, whose shattered battlements and the extended wings of some sea-fowl, that circled near it, were still illumined by the upward beams of the sun, though his disk was now sunk beneath the horizon; while the lower part of the ruin, the cliff on which it stood and the waves at its foot, were shaded with the first tints of twilight.
Having reached this headland, Emily gazed with solemn pleasure on the cliffs, that extended on either hand along the sequestered107 shores, some crowned with groves of pine, and others exhibiting only barren precipices108 of grayish marble, except where the crags were tufted with myrtle and other aromatic109 shrubs110. The sea slept in a perfect calm; its waves, dying in murmurs111 on the shores, flowed with the gentlest undulation, while its clear surface reflected in softened beauty the vermeil tints of the west. Emily, as she looked upon the ocean, thought of France and of past times, and she wished, Oh! how ardently112, and vainly — wished! that its waves would bear her to her distant, native home!
‘Ah! that vessel113,’ said she, ‘that vessel, which glides114 along so stately, with its tall sails reflected in the water is, perhaps, bound for France! Happy — happy bark!’ She continued to gaze upon it, with warm emotion, till the gray of twilight obscured the distance, and veiled it from her view. The melancholy sound of the waves at her feet assisted the tenderness, that occasioned her tears, and this was the only sound, that broke upon the hour, till, having followed the windings115 of the beach, for some time, a chorus of voices passed her on the air. She paused a moment, wishing to hear more, yet fearing to be seen, and, for the first time, looked back to Bertrand, as her protector, who was following, at a short distance, in company with some other person. Reassured117 by this circumstance, she advanced towards the sounds, which seemed to arise from behind a high promontory, that projected athwart the beach. There was now a sudden pause in the music, and then one female voice was heard to sing in a kind of chant. Emily quickened her steps, and, winding116 round the rock, saw, within the sweeping118 bay, beyond, which was hung with woods from the borders of the beach to the very summit of the cliffs, two groups of peasants, one seated beneath the shades, and the other standing119 on the edge of the sea, round the girl, who was singing, and who held in her hand a chaplet of flowers, which she seemed about to drop into the waves.
Emily, listening with surprise and attention, distinguished the following invocation delivered in the pure and elegant tongue of Tuscany, and accompanied by a few pastoral instruments.
TO A SEA-NYMPH
O nymph! who loves to float on the green wave,
When Neptune120 sleeps beneath the moon-light hour,
Lull’d by the music’s melancholy pow’r,
O nymph, arise from out thy pearly cave!
For Hesper beams amid the twilight shade,
And soon shall Cynthia tremble o’er the tide,
Gleam on these cliffs, that bound the ocean’s pride,
And lonely silence all the air pervade121.
Then, let thy tender voice at distance swell122,
And steal along this solitary123 shore,
Sink on the breeze, till dying — heard no more —
Thou wak’st the sudden magic of thy shell.
While the long coast in echo sweet replies,
Thy soothing strains the pensive124 heart beguile,
And bid the visions of the future smile,
O nymph! from out thy pearly cave — arise!
(Chorus)— ARISE!
(Semi-chorus)— ARISE!
The last words being repeated by the surrounding group, the garland of flowers was thrown into the waves, and the chorus, sinking gradually into a chant, died away in silence.
‘What can this mean, Maddelina?’ said Emily, awakening125 from the pleasing trance, into which the music had lulled126 her. ‘This is the eve of a festival, Signora,’ replied Maddelina; ‘and the peasants then amuse themselves with all kinds of sports.’
‘But they talked of a sea-nymph,’ said Emily: ‘how came these good people to think of a sea-nymph?’
‘O, Signora,’ rejoined Maddelina, mistaking the reason of Emily’s surprise, ‘nobody BELIEVES in such things, but our old songs tell of them, and, when we are at our sports, we sometimes sing to them, and throw garlands into the sea.’
Emily had been early taught to venerate127 Florence as the seat of literature and of the fine arts; but, that its taste for classic story should descend to the peasants of the country, occasioned her both surprise and admiration128. The Arcadian air of the girls next attracted her attention. Their dress was a very short full petticoat of light green, with a boddice of white silk; the sleeves loose, and tied up at the shoulders with ribbons and bunches of flowers. Their hair, falling in ringlets on their necks, was also ornamented129 with flowers, and with a small straw hat, which, set rather backward and on one side of the head, gave an expression of gaiety and smartness to the whole figure. When the song had concluded, several of these girls approached Emily, and, inviting130 her to sit down among them, offered her, and Maddelina, whom they knew, grapes and figs.
Emily accepted their courtesy, much pleased with the gentleness and grace of their manners, which appeared to be perfectly131 natural to them; and when Bertrand, soon after, approached, and was hastily drawing her away, a peasant, holding up a flask132, invited him to drink; a temptation, which Bertrand was seldom very valiant133 in resisting.
‘Let the young lady join in the dance, my friend,’ said the peasant, ‘while we empty this flask. They are going to begin directly. Strike up! my lads, strike up your tambourines134 and merry flutes135!’
They sounded gaily136; and the younger peasants formed themselves into a circle, which Emily would readiy have joined, had her spirits been in unison137 with their mirth. Maddelina, however, tripped it lightly, and Emily, as she looked on the happy group, lost the sense of her misfortunes in that of a benevolent138 pleasure. But the pensive melancholy of her mind returned, as she sat rather apart from the company, listening to the mellow25 music, which the breeze softened as it bore it away, and watching the moon, stealing its tremulous light over the waves and on the woody summits of the cliffs, that wound along these Tuscan shores.
Meanwhile, Bertrand was so well pleased with his first flask, that he very willingly commenced the attack on a second, and it was late before Emily, not without some apprehension, returned to the cottage.
After this evening, she frequently walked with Maddelina, but was never unattended by Bertrand; and her mind became by degrees as tranquil139 as the circumstances of her situation would permit. The quiet, in which she was suffered to live, encouraged her to hope, that she was not sent hither with an evil design; and, had it not appeared probable, that Valancourt was at this time an inhabitant of Udolpho, she would have wished to remain at the cottage, till an opportunity should offer of returning to her native country. But, concerning Montoni’s motive140 for sending her into Tuscany, she was more than ever perplexed141, nor could she believe that any consideration for her safety had influenced him on this occasion.
She had been some time at the cottage, before she recollected, that, in the hurry of leaving Udolpho, she had forgotten the papers committed to her by her late aunt, relative to the Languedoc estates; but, though this remembrance occasioned her much uneasiness, she had some hope, that, in the obscure place, where they were deposited, they would escape the detection of Montoni.
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