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At any rate, paying tavern reckonings—unpleasant || sublime. I was glad to have escaped, from bugs and to everybody who has the slightest attaclıment for bills, and vulgar objurgations, into the grandeur of this Mammon—is doubly disagreeable to the natives of the miglity theatre, which for a while absorbed my thoughts Continent, who all, on this point, foster a sort of So- entirely. It was about half past two when we started, cialist theory, formed from the practice in “ Cabet's shortly after which the atmosphere became overcast Icaria,” that innkeepers should furnish you with what- | with clouds, which so completely obscured the stars ever you want, gratis. In descending the stairs, I and moon that we could see nothing. We had, heard a fearful row in the kitchen; and, with the true therefore, to depend entirely on the resources of conpropensity of a traveller, looked in, just to see what it versation, which commenced with a dissertation on was all about. The scene was excessively comic. At || peace, by a German traveller who joined us at Brigg. the further end was a man in a short shirt and red The work of the Abbé St. Pierre, edited by Jean woollen nightcap, sputtering and foaming like a maniac, Jacques Rousseau, had, it seems, fallen into bis hands and struggling violently to disengage himself from the early in life, and made so great an impression on him, grasp of two women, who held him like vices, which, that he was now travelling about the world in the for aught I know, they were. Near the door stood the hope of making proselytes to his theory. Every man objects of his fury, Professor Morn, and his companion is respectable who is siucere; and, therefore, it would the artist. These gentlemen, not having had their have been wrong to laugh at our pacitic Don Quixote, equanimity restored by their good breakfast, or hav- , who expected the speedy advent of the millennium--or ing suffered it to be again ruffled by the bill, were rather the return, as he called it, of the golden age. describing, in the most provoking terms, the wretched Monsieur Carli was his first antagonist; but his eduaccommodation of their bed-chamber. “If I had you cation had been too Oriental to give fair play to his in France," said the elder, and more provoking of the logical powers. He, therefore, broke down speedily, two, “ I would hand you over, as a 'mauvais sujet,' to and left the field open to my friend Morn, who dethe police. You are, in fact, a common cheat.” fended vigorously, and, as it appeared to me, with sucThen addressing me—“You shall be judge, ,” he cess, the mission of the sword. I have, practically, all added. “What sort of bed you had, I don't know; my life been a man of peace, and therefore my symbut when we went up stairs, and had got fairly into ours, | pathies are, of course, ranged on the side of the spindle we found that a damp towel had been tucked along and the spinning-jenny ; but I, nevertheless, entertain the top, in imitation of a sheet, and that the pillows a profound reverence for the sword, which, like the and bolsters were stuffed with peach stones, which, as ark of the covenant, is often not at all comprehended it was impossible to sleep, we amused ourselves all by those who bear it. It is in itself a sacred symbol night in throwing at the bugs.” “But, Monsieur,” in--the symbol of justice, supported by might; and not, terrupted his companion, “my pillow was still worse, as is too often supposed, a vile instrument designed by it palpitated with life; it was simply what in Paris we Providence to work only the ends of despotism. That call a bag of fleas." Let not the reader suppose that it has constantly been perverted, is too true; but let no these communications were uuinterrupted. At every free man be so far false to himself as to forswear his particular the landlord roared out, “ Cochon !—rilain? | allegiance to this mysterious representative of liberty. menteur !—chien !" with other phrases equally compli- | The sword should glitter over every man's hearth; not mentary, all the while making strenuous efforts to that it may be ready to shed innocent blood, but that escape from the gripe of his wife and the sturdy Dul-it may be wielded to protect that hearth, and the cinea who acted as cook to the establishment. Pray, | altars which ennoble and sanctify it. Dulce et decorem let him go,” cried the Professor coolly; “I will soon est pro patria mori. Death is our portion, whether we beat him into good manners, as our armies did his be bond or free, noble or ignoble. Of all commoncountry.” “Nay,” I interposed, “that is ungenerous ; || places, none is so commonplace as this; yet are we slow it is no credit to France to have overcome Switzer- to draw from it the inference that death in the service land in war. Pray, settle the matter without diverg- of liberty, on the red battle-field, when by an upright ing into politics.” “You are quite right,” answered and honourable life we are prepared to die, is more Morn, with the utmost good humour. “And now, you desirable than the tranquil breathing out of our souls cut-throat,” addressing himself to the landlord,“ there on a feather-bed in a close rooin. The reason is, that is your money, which you deserve just as much as the when we take up arms in a good cause, we are conman who stops one on the highway.” So saying, he and scious of performing a sacred duty. God gave us life, his companion threw down the proper amount of not that we might preserve it at any price, but that francs and sous, and stalked haughtily out of the we might know when and where to lay it down at his kitchen, in search of the diligence. Having settled with bidding. War, consequently, is not to be denounced the waiter up stairs, I was enabled to attend to my because it occasions a great sacrifice of human life, for fair companion, who had held my arm, without uttering peace also occasions the destruction of life no less a word, during the whole of the little dialogue above certainly or profusely; for from peace proceeds secucommunicated.
rity--from security, false confidence~from false confidence, the too great increase of the population from
this too great increase, poverty and distress, and I was never so much struck by the pitiful smallness | famine and pestilence, which dig more graves on the of human dealings as on stepping out of the inn at earth's surface than the most destructive wars. But Brigg into the glories of an Alpine night. The it is not for the people to determine in monarchies mountains rose around in indescribable majesty, and whether there shall be war or peace. Kings and the stars looked down upon us like the eyes of God their ministers decide for the nation. This is an from the sky. Everything in nature was fast and levil, because the war that arises out of their decia
THE PASSAGE OF THE SIMPLON.
sion may be unjust. If so, however, there may be liking to me, brought me delicious Alpine raspberries and justice on the other side ; and when force is employed strawberries, with a curious little fruit called embrock, for the perpetration of evil, force may surely be employed peculiar to those elevated regions. The leaves of the for the prevention of it. Consequently, if you demon- last-mentioned plant, reddened by the autumn, literally strate the wickedness of a war, considered from one illuminated the whole face of the mountains in sere point of view, you only prove how humane and de- ral places. At length we reached the top of the pass, fensible it is when regarded from the other side. and saw the streams turn their back upon Switzer.
This, I own, however, was a strange topic to be land, and roll their sparkling waters, against the morndiscussed on such an occasion; and I voluntarily puting sun, towards Italy. an end to it by proposing, that, as the diligence crept along at something worse than a snail's-pace, we
CHAPTER X. should all get out, and walk up the mountains.
MADAME CARLI. My proposition being approved of, we alighted; and, At the village of the Simplon we stopped awhile separating into couples, I got accidentally divided to change horses, drink brandy and water, and smoke from Madame Carli. I selected in her stead one of a cigar. The conducteur, a fellow of infinite appetite, our bug-bitten companions, who turned out to be a likewise ate another meal, upon which it would be very agreeable fellow; and with him I walked on difficult to bestow a name. He had eaten two break. ahead. Never shall I forget that morning. Far in fasts already, and meant to lunch a little further on; the distance behind us, the summits of the Bernese so that it was a sort of third breakfast, or first luncheon. Alps, blanched with snow, pierced the sky, while the The name, however, mattered very little to him. Being bright moonlight scemed to repose with pleasure on a philosopher, he ate when he was hungry, and their cold, glittering peaks. Towards the south-west drank when he was thirsty, without troubling himself the sight plunged down a series of deep valleys, partly at all to know whether the world approved of his goingslighted up by the moon, partly enveloped in shadow, || on or not. I should most likely have followed his while one solitary lamp from some window, perhaps in example, but that our second breakfast at Persal had Brigg, sparkled like a star among the rocks below. blunted my appetite. While he was regaling himself Scattered masses of white, silvery vapour hovered over on the good things to be obtained at so great an elethe distant valleys and lowlands far beneath, and vation above the level of the sea, I amused myself looked like a broken floor, through which the moon's with exchanging tender adieux with Madame Carli. rays penetrated to the earth. Close by the road, chasms, Our flirtation had been unfortunate, for my French which in the moonlight appeared of prodigious depth, companions, preferring theirowu amusement to the solid wound along, while rapid torrents, whose white foam interests of poor Monsieur Carli, had so worried and was once or twice visible between the dark pines, tormented him about the supposed danger he would brawled and roared at the bottom. Here and there, I run by getting me to take his wife as mine over the vast conical mountains sprang up from these abysses, frontier, that his imagination became alarmed; so that and their white heads, clothed with preternatural he chose rather to be detained at Simplon, as a person beauty by the moonlight, at once astonished and de- || suspected of cholera, than carry out the plan of enterlighted the imagination. The stars shone with amazing ing Piedmont, which we had so sagaciously formed at brightness, and the constellation of the Great Bear, in Brigg. particular, seemed to have a brilliance and beauty I had Our stratagem, had it been discovered, might have never observed before. But the exquisite beauty of caused me considerable embarrassment; but the risk the dawn surpassed everything. The snow-sprinkled of this I was willing to incur, to oblige him. When peaks of the Alps now seemed to become transparent ; || too late, he found that he might very well have while starlight, moonlight, and the pale yellow metallic taken Dogberry's phrase for his motto, " Write me brilliance of the sky, flushed with the first approaches | down an ass.” He now came to me with his wife, of the dawn, diffused over every rock, and glen, and to express his regret-called Monsieur Morn and the stream, and forest, and glacier, a wild, sparkling, mys- | rest“ des impertinents," and said that he felt quite terious, unearthly beauty, which electrified the very || ashamed at being made their dupe. soul. I see I am repeating the same terms again and Here, during a whole week,” said he, "shall I do again ; but language, with all its plastic power, is in- || penance for having been silly enough to misconstrue sufficient to render with fidelity the numerous exquisite your motives; but, Monsienr, we shall meet at Milan, emotions which at such times crowd upon the mind. where I will endeavour to prove to you that, though I I was certainly for a time literally "wrapt, inspired." || have been for the moment a jealous fool, it was but Heaven appeared to touch earth, and Poetry sat en- for a moment. What else I would and ought to say, throned
I leave Madame to express for me.” not last. With the increase of light, much of the So saying, he shook me heartily by the hand, and gigantic sublimity of the scene dwindled away, though walked off. Madame Carli, though one of the best enough remained to render the passage of the Simplon women in the world, was still a bit of a coquette, one of the most remarkable scenes in the world. and, in ball-rooms or on a journey, liked to make love
We walked on to Persal, where we took a second || pour passer le temps. It was agreeable, she said; breakfast, among the delicacies of which was some of || and then it was so long since she had met any one the most delicious honey I had ever tasted. We still like me—by exact computation of time, probably sit continued to ascend for several hours. But I was weeks—I was so earnest, so sincere. I could do now tired of walking, and got into the cabriolet of the no other than bow, and press her hand-compliments diligence, where I could see the scene at my ease. and flattery are so delightful from a woman! I My companions, who all seemed to have taken a great professed to have been immensely happy, and said I
did not doubt that we should pass our time mosty, be those who can gaze with undiminished pleasure uppleasantly together at Milan. How many more fine
on mountain after mountain—who never grow weary of things we might have uttered, I know not; but the hills, and long earnestly for the sight of a plainjust then I saw the remorseless Professor running I may envy, but cannot understand them. Long beamong the trees, in search of us. There was not a fore we reached Duomo d'Ossola I was sick of the moment to be lost. We might never see each other | Alps, and eagerly desired to behold the verdant flats of again; and could we part like two statues ? No! We Lombardy, that I might be delivered from the eternal bent our heads towards each other; and I fear I kissed | pine forests, cascades, and cataracts, and endless succesMadame Carli. But if I did, the time, and place, andsion of peaked mountains, each exactly like the other. circumstances will, I trust, constitute my apology. I have a powerful sympathy with the grand in nature, We were, I know not how many thousand feet in the but have still greater love of variety. It was with inair, surrounded by snows and glaciers. Everything expressible satisfaction, therefore, that I caught the first there was cold but the heart, and the kiss was decorous view of the Lago Maggiore, where beauty of the softest and fraternal, just as it ought to have been. We then || kind succeeds tosavage grandeur. Ah! who that is happy shook hands, and promised faithfully to meet at Milan. would not live on the shores of that lake, which looks But did we? No! From that time to this, Madame like a fragment of Fairyland thrown in by accident Carli has been, among the millions of Eve's daughters | among the rough realities of this earth? I would not who tread the mazy surface of this planet in smiles, in- describe the scene if I could, it has so often been devisible to me. Her husband, though something of an lineated. But, with my mind's eye, I see it now-a Oriental in feeling, was at bottom a right good fellow ; || broad expanse of water, spreading among winding shores, and I trust her life has been a happy one.
which conceal its extent; terraced banks covered with “Ah! I had lost you,” exclaimed the Professor. “But || verdure, and dotted thickly with white, glittering villas; what was that little cloud of drapery which has just isles of poetic beauty, floating, as it were, on the surdisappeared behind the foliage ?"
face of the lake; and, far away towards the west, serene " It was nothing,” said I.
and quiet towns, sending up their peaceful domestic “Then, nothing let it be," answered he. “But smoke against the evening sky. The golden light of come; there is a countryman of yours down here in sunset bathed everything in splendour; and my heart front of the inn, who appears so grand, and at the same beat with a strange delight, to feel that I was at length time so triste, you had better speak to him. After | in Italy. having taken his place in the diligence, he turned away proudly from every one, as if we were not worth looking at, and is now gazing at the Alps, as though they alone
ENTRANCE INTO ITALY. were worthy to be his companions. Pray come, and What would not those who have felt much, give to try whether pride has congealed him into an icicle or be able to chronicle all their sensations? It may be not."
truly said that what we learn from experience belongs “He does not speak French or Italian," I replied. to our outer life, while what we feel is treasured up in “How do you know ?" inquired the Professor. our heart of hearts. The obscurity of evening was
I felt quite sure of it; and, coming out just at that over Italy as I approached it. She was like a beauty moment upon the terrace in front of the inn, went for- meeting her lover beneath her veil. Though not unward, and politely addressed my countryman in French. conscious of the loveliness extending around on all He made me a profound bow, but said nothing. I sides, I longed for sunrise to reveal it to me. My theu spoke in Italian, with the same result. Upon || pleasure was too great to be enjoyed in darkness; I this
, quite sure that my conjecture was well founded, therefore wished for day, that, by rendering the obI addressed him in English. “ Ah! I am so delighted!" ||ject of my admiration half visible to sight, as it were, cried he ; " but, from your beard and mustache, I took I might deprive it of those mysterious additions beyou to be a foreigner, and thought I should be perse- stowed by fancy, which rendered its enjoyment almost cuted all the way to Milan. Where do you sit in the oppressive. Mohammed pronounced the approach to diligence ? Can't I get a seat by you ?”
Damascus too delicious; and I found it impossible to “I have managed,” I said, " to secure a place in the sleep on the night before my arrival at Thebes. The cabriolet, for the purpose of enjoying the scenery;" at soul at such moments feels a tumultuous joy, which which he looked blank, being booked for the interior. || stern reason, perhaps, will scarcely justify; but the By a little maneuvring, however, we got one of the sources of it are within you—you have been replenishing Frenchmen to cede to him his place, which was really | them from your childhood by the study of history, a great sacrifice, as, from the hot and close inside of poetry, and romance. It is you who make the earth a the diligence, nothing could be seen.
paradise or a hell for yourself. I would not sleep on Nothing so speedily palls upon the appetite as mag-|| the night of my arrival in Italy—that is, I determined nificent scenery. At least I can speak for myself: I to resist it; but having been kept awake by superior have at times derived extreme pleasure from the sight || excitement the whole of the night before, my resoluof the Alps, especially of those wild and savage por- tion was only half kept. I found myself dosing and tions of them which suggest ideas of death and utter dreaming perpetually, as the heavy diligence, laden with desolation—where the water comes rolling and foaming sleeping men and women, went jolting drowsily along down precipitous rocks, among dark pine forests, and the plains of Lombardy. Will the reader pardon me tumbles into almost bottomless gulfs below, where if I relate one of my dreams? I have said that I had you shudder as you lean over to catch the last sight of || left at home a host of children, among whom was a them. Enough of this sort of scenery had presented charming little girl, six months old. There is no exitself to us on our descent towards Italy; but if there plaining the mechanism of fancy; but, after travelling “A Swiss ? " at the garden of Jolimont, where I saw my baby smil- The same dumb sign of negation. My curiosity was ing in her mother's arms. I stooped forward to kiss her; now excited. she playfully retreated. A second and a third trial “I trust you will pardon me," said I, “but really were made. Being seated on the box beside the || I am curious to know what country has had the driver, I nearly, in my dreaming eagerness, precipi- happiness to give birth to you." tated myself forward upon the horses, and awoke with “ I am an Austrian,” she replied. an instinctive effort to recover my position. The domes "Is it possible ? " was my involuntary exclamation. and towers of Milan just at that moment rose before If you are surprised at that,” said she, " you will me, bathed in the ruddy light of the dawn; and the be still more surprised when I add that my feelings rich verdure of the plains on all sides was glittering are all Italian.” with dew. On the right, far in the distance, were the This little dialogue took place in front of a shop, out towering Alps, rosy with the sun's first rays, and of which an officer soon came, flourishing a new whin,
nacles. Not even Austrian despotism can deprive with something like a scowl, and, saying a few words the Lombards of the enjoyment of such moments, to her in German, from the tone of which I could not though the pleasure must be dashed by the con- doubt she was his wife, walked off with her, though sciousness that, whatever may be their physical enjoy- not before she had turned round and bowed to me ments, they still are slaves.
twice. It forms no part of my design to describe cities, or I had, meanwhile, forgotten the police-office and the churches, or palaces, or pictures. The guide-books do passport, which now, however, as the temptress vas that. I went, of course, to the cathedral, and glanced gone, speedily made their way back into my memory. over all its curiosities. But I find nothing about them When I reached the important premises, I was informed in my memory, and therefore shall say nothing. Ithat, by some extraordinary accident, my passport was remember perfectly well that, on entering Lombardy, lost, or else had not been duly forwarded. In the my passport was taken from me, and forwarded to meantime, however, I might remain at Milan, for visitMilan, where I was told it would be delivered to me on ing which I, of course, had particular motives. I addemand. There is, of course, no living in any Austrianmitted that I had motives, and that they were very city without a passport; so, the very first morning after particular, but declined explaining them till my passmy arrival, I had no sooner breakfasted than I sallied | port should be found. It was quite immaterial. I was forth in search of the police-ofiice, that I might obtain living under a paternal government, and would, doubtofficial permission to breathe the Emperor's air. There | less, like to converse with one of my countrymen, who, are those among my countrymen who like well enough as great good luck would have it, was then in the the present state of things, and fancy that Italy never oflice. Though an Englishman does not travel to see was so happy as under the rule of the Teutonic barba- Englishmen, I had no objection; and the wily agent rians. For myself, 1 sighed for the turbulent repub- of Prince Metternich was forthwith brought face to lics of the middle ages, and would rather have seen a
face with me. A man is never so bold or so politic capital in every village, and a frontier in every parish as when he has nothing to fear or conceal; and the boundary, and men armed to the teeth defending them, pains the worthy agent took to see farther into the than have witnessed the dead calm which, when I milestone than he who made it, amused me impassed through it, was brooding over Lombardy. It mensely, He was resolved to find out all about me, was like the sleep of death.
and I was resolved he should not; and so we went As I was proceeding towards the police office, I met, on for an hour, at least, thrusting, and parrying, under the piazza opposite the cathedral, a lady, whose and beating about the bush. Nothing more contemptface imunediately made me forget my errand. She was ible can be conceived than a government which so fair and beautiful, I took her to be a daughter of experiences alarm at the passage of a humble the North, and could not resist the temptation to speak foreigner through its dominions, who has no political to her. So, stepping forward, and taking off my hat mission, and who, bowever crafty or Jesuitical be in the politest manner imaginable, I inquired, in Eng. I might be, could really, in ninety cases out of a hunlish, the way to the police-otlice.
dred, effect nothing. However defective our own “Non capisco” was her reply.
institutions may be, they really deliver both us and our I then apologised for addressing ber in a foreign ministers from suspicious so humiliating. A man in language, but said—“I have mistaken you for an Great Britain may come and go, and laugh and talk, English woman, you are so extremely beautiful.” and declaim to his heart's content against anything
* And are the English women so extremely beauti- || and everything, without exciting the slightest alarmn. ful?” inquired she.
Freedom is our safety-valve, and we use it unsparingly; “ You may judge," said I, "since they are like you.' but under Austrian rulo, the clucking of a turkeycock
“I suppose they flatter a great deal in England,” would alarm the authorities. Metternich would have observed she, with a smile, "and you have probably trembled in his palace, and the Emperor would have learned the art there."
felt insecure, if I had been suffered to pass through • Nay, it is in your country that one learns to Lombardy without its having been ascertained who I flatter; is, indeed, it be flattering to speak the truth.” || was, how many wives and children I had left behind
“This is not my country,” replied she. “I would me, what was my object in travelling, what means of it were !”
subsistence I possessed, and whether or not I meant, “ Then you are a Frenchwoman ?"
on my return, to parade my formidable beard and She shook her head.
mustaches through the Lombardo-Venetian kingdom.
CII APTER XII.
Having cherished, all my life, a contempt for grandees || of infinite richness, sweetness, and power, it would rewho bappen to have nothing but their position to re- quire a stoicism much more perfect than mine to remain commend them, I should have felt the greatest pos- | indifferent. The Austrian lady whom I had met in the sible pleasure, could I by any means have accomplished morning, observing how completely I was absorbed by it, in making Metternich and his Emperor sleepless for Carlotta's singing, roused me from my reverie by ina month. Unluckily, I was too unimportant for that, quiring how long I had been in Italy. though they had, certainly, the benefit of my best “One day," I replied, as soon as I could collect my wishes.
“ Before you have been many days,” said she, “ you CARLOTTA,
will be lost past recall. The women on this side of Through some letters of recommendation I had the Alps are syreos." brought with me, I was invited to a musical soireé, “And on the other too," I answered. where the company was chiefly made up of Germans “Well,” she inquired, “are you not very much and French, with a slight sprinkling of English people obliged to me for providing you with companions so and Italians. One of the first persons I noticed on agreeable as you appear to think Carlotta and her entering was my female friend of the piazza, wiio in- ' mother ?" troduced to me an Italian lady and her daughter, who, I professed myself to be infinitely indebted to she said, were about to set out in a few days, by her. We then entered into a long conversation on Veterino, for Genoa. Few faces could exceed in in- operas, music, the great singers we had both heard, terest or beauty that of the young Italian lady. Strange and so on. She did not affect enthusiasm, but felt it, to say, she was very fair, and possessed a pearly clear as I could easily perceive by the language she em. ness of complexion not always found in fair women.ployed. I experienced no enthusiasın, and did not affect Her eyes were of that amethystine blue, which is of it; but confessed, rather than boasted, that certain all colours the most beautiful. They seemed like little singers and kinds of music had very great charms fragments of the sky, and had all its infinite depth and for me. serenity. It was impossible to look at them without At the table d'hote of the hotel where I lodged, I a certain fluttering of the heart. I preserved met two oflicers of the Indian army, with whom, for silence a little longer, perhaps, than was becoming; various reasons, I fraternized at once. They gave me but at length observed that, as they were travelling letters of introduction to friends at Genoa and Leg. towards Genoa, it would afford me very great pleasure horn, and promised, if they ever met me at Alexandria, to be permitted to accompany them. The mother re- as they fully expected, to ascend the Nile in my complied, that nothing would be easier, as they did not || pany, at least as far as Thebes, where they would turn intend taking all the carriage, but merely places for
off towards the Desert and Cosseir. In company with themselves. Having learned their address, and that these gentlemen, I strolled about the city, after having of the owner of the carriage, it was agreed that I early secured my place in the carriage, and saw such should call on them, and make my arrangements, in the curiosities as Milan has to show-at least with one morning. I have a very foolish habit of being con- exception, “ The Last Supper," by Leonardo da Vinci, tented with one person at a time; and, finding Carlotta I put off visiting this from hour to hour, and day to (the only name by which, in these pages, I wish to day; why, I know not, since, of all inanimate things, designate her) extremely agreeable, I forgot altogether it was what I most wished to see in Milan. Perhaps the rest of the company; and, had I been permitted, Carlotta's fascinations had something to do with it. should have spent the whole evening in conversing with her. Our dialogue, however, was soon interrupted by Carlotta's being requested to sing. I hate singing
DEPARTURE FROM MILAN. in general, especially when a knot of women commence At length we left Milan, early in the morning, the wailing, like so many lost spirits, around a piano- rich green plains being lighted up by a golden autumnal forte; but when a woman has a sweet voice, and There were six persons in the carriage, an Italian knows how to use it, I could listen to her for ever. I gentleman, with his wife and daughter, Madame B-, The pleasure of such moments is like few in this Carlotta, and myself. We were accompanied by another world, and comes back again and again upon the carriage, larger than our own, filled inside and out memory in after-years, renewing the delight of the with Swiss, who were proceeding to take service in the moment, and investing it with all those delicate Neapolitan army. With these riffraff's of the Alps touches of melancholy which cling to whatever we have was a German, who figures in “ Margaret Ravenscroft” enjoyed. Carlotta, as she placed herself at the piano, under the name of Semler. We afterwards saw much threw back her massive dark brown ringlets, and of each other, but at starting had no further acquaintraising slightly her large eyes, paused for a moment, | ance than what one picks up at a table d'hote, for we as if to collect and summon up her powers. She then bad dined together ever since my arrival at Milan. sang. To describe my sensations while her voice was Madame B- was a woman of about thirty-six, pouring like nectar around me, would be impossible. handsome, but hard-featured, who, having neglected, The notes seemed to descend like drops of melody into apparently, to make the most of her beauty when an ocean of sound, which rolled and reverberated with young, was now determined to make up for it as fast infinite undulations over the soul. Had she not been as possible. She flirted indifferently with everybody; beautiful, and possessed a seraph’s voice, it would have but got out of temper, and looked as fierce as a basisignified little, as far as I was concerned. But when | lisk the moment one spoke to her daughter, whose perall that is lovely in countenance or expression, and all son she seemed to look upon as nothing but a cage for that is graceful in the female form, are added to a voice | her voice. At first she placed herself in the middle,