have given us both unnecessary anguish. Spare me! do not oblige me to repeat the reasons I have already urged. Spare you! cried Valancourt, I am a wretch, a very wretch, that have felt only for myself! I who ought to have shown the fortitude of man, who ought to have supported you-I have increased your suffering by the conduct of a child.-Forgive me, Emily, think of the distraction of my mind, now that I am about to part with all that is dear to me, and forgive me! When you are gone, I shall recollect with bitter remorse what I have made you suffer, and shall wish in vain that I could see you, if only for a moment, that I might soothe your grief. Tears again interrupted his voice; and Emily wept with him. I will show myself more worthy of your love, said Valancourt, at length-I will not prolong these moments. My Emily! my own Emily! never forget me! God knows when we shall meet again! I resign you to his care. O God! O God! protect and bless her! He pressed her hand to his heart. Emily sunk almost lifeless on his bosom, and neither wept nor spoke. Valancourt, now commanding his own distress, tried to comfort and reassure her: but she appeared totally unaffected by what he said; and a sigh which she uttered now and then was all that proved that she had not fainted. He supported her slowly towards the chateau, weeping, and speaking to her; but she answered only in sighs, till, having reached the gate that terminated the avenue, she seemed to have recovered her consciousness, and looking round, perceived how near they were to the chateau. We must part here, said she stopping. Why prolong these moments? Teach me the fortitude I have forgot. Valancourt struggled to assume a composed air. Farewell, my love! said he, in a voice of solemn tendernesstrust me, we shall meet again-meet for each other-meet to part no more! his voice faltered, but recovering it he proceeded in a firmer tone. You know not what I shall suffer till I hear from you; I shall omit no opportunity of conveying to you my letters, yet I tremble to think how few may occur. And trust me, love, for your dear sake, I will try to bear this absence with fortitude-O how little have I shown to-night? Farewell, said Emily, faintly. When you are gone, shall think of many things I would have said to you.-And I of many, many! said Valancourt. I never left you yet, that I did not immediately remember some question or some entreaty, or some circumstance concerning my love, that I earnestly wished to mention, and felt wretched because I could not. O Emily! this countenance on which I now gaze will, in a moment, be gone from my eyes, and not all the efforts of fancy will be able to recall it with exactness. O, what an infinite difference between this moment and the next!-now I am in your presence, can behold you! then all will be a dreary blank-and I shall be a wanderer, exiled from my only home. Valancourt again pressed her to his heart, and held her there in silence, weeping. Tears once again calmed her oppressed mind. They again bade each other farewell, lingered a moment, and then parted. Valancourt seemed to force himself from the spot-he passed hastily up the avenue; and Emily, as she moved slowly towards the chateau, heard his distant steps. She listened to the sounds; as they sunk fainter and fainter, till the melancholy stillness of night alone remained; and then hurried to her chamber, to seek repose, which, alas! was filed from her wretchedness. -0000 CHAPTER XIV. Where'er I roam, whatever realms I see, My heart untravelled still shall turn to thee.-GOLDSMITH. THE carriages were at the gates at an early hour. The bustle of the domestics, passing to and fro in the galleries, awakened Emily from harassing slumbers: her unquiet mind had, during the night, presented her with terrific images and obscure circumstances concerning her affection and her future life. She now endeavoured to chase away the impressions they had left on her fancy; but from imaginary evils she awoke to the consciousness of real ones. Recollecting that she had parted with Valancourt, perhaps forever, her heart sickened as memory revived. But she tried to dismiss the dismal forebodings that crowded on her.. mind, and to restrain the sorrow which she could not subdue-efforts which diffused over the settled melancholy of her countenance an expression of tempered resignation, as a thin veil thrown over the features of beauty, renders them more interesting by a partial concealment. But Madame Montoni observed nothing in this countenance except its unusual paleness, which attracted her censure. She told her niece that she had been indulging in fanciful sorrows, and begged she would have more regard for decorum than to let the world see that she could not renounce an improper attachment; at which Emily's pale cheek became flushed with crimson-but it was the blush of pride -and she made no answer. Soon after, Montoni entered the breakfast room, spoke little, and seemed impatient to be gone. The windows of this room opened upon the garden. As Emily passed them, she saw the spot where she had parted with Valancourt on the preceding night: the remembrance pressed heavily on her heart, and she turned hastily away from the object that had awakened it. The baggage being at length adjusted, the travellers entered their carriages; and Emily would have left the cha teau without one sigh of regret, had it not been situated in the neighbourhood of Valancourt's residence. From a little eminence she looked back upon Thoulouse, and the far seen plains of Gascony, beyond which the broken summits of the Pyrenees appeared on the distant horizon, lighted up by a morning sun. Dear, pleasant mountains! said she to herself, how long may it be ere I see ye again, and how much may happen to make me miserable in the interval! Oh, could I now be certain that I should ever return to ye, and find that Valancourt still lived for me, I should go in peace! He will still gaze on ye, gaze when I am far away! The trees that impended over the high banks of the road, and formed a line of perspective with the distant 'country, now threatened to exclude the view of them; but the bluish mountains still appeared beyond the dark foliage, and Emily continued to lean from the coach window, till at length the closing branches shut them from her sight. Another object soon caught her attention. She had scarcely looked at a person who walked along the bank, with his hat, in which was the military feather, drawn over his eyes before, at the sound of wheels, he suddenly turned, and she perceived that it was Valancourt himself, who waved his hand, sprung into the road, and through the window of the carriage put a letter into her hand. He endeavoured to smile through the despair that overspread his countenance as she passed on. The remembrance of that smile seemed impressed on Emily's mind forever. She leaned from the window, and saw him on a knell of the broken bank, leaning against the high trees that waved over him, and pursuing the carriage with his eyes. He waved his hand: and she continued to gaze, till distance confused his figure; and, at length, another turn of the road entirely separated him from her sight. Having stooped to take up Signor Cavigni at a chateau on the road, the travellers, of whom Emily was disrespectfully seated with Madame Montoni's woman in a second carriage, pursued their way over the plains of Languedoc. The presence of this servant restrained Emily from reading Valancourt's letter, for she did not choose to expose the emotions it might occasion to the observation of any person; yet such was her wish to read this his last communication, that her trembling hand was every moment on the point of breaking the seal. At length they reached the village; where they staid only to change horses, without alighting; and it was not till they stopped to dine that Emily had an opportunity of reading the letter. Though she had never doubted the sincerity of Valancourt's affection, the fresh assurances she now received of it revived her spirits; she wept over his letter in tenderness, laid it by to be referred to when they should be particularly depressed, and then thought of him with much less anguish than she had done since they parted. Among some other requests which were interesting to, her, because expressive of his tenderness, and because a compliance with them seemed to annihilate for a while the pain of absence, he entreated she would always think of him at sunset. You will then meet me in thought, said he I shall constantly watch the sunset; and I shall be happy in the belief that your eyes are fixed upon the same object with mine, and that our minds are conversing. You know not, Emily, the comfort I promise myself from these moments; but I trust you will experience it. It is unnecessary to say with what emotion Emily, on this evening, watched the declining sun, over a long extent of plains, on which she saw it set without interruption, and sink towards the province which Valancourt inhabited. After this hour, her mind became far more tranquil and resigned than it had been since the marriage of Montoni and her aunt. During several days the travellers journeyed over the plains of Languedoc; and then entering Dauphiny, and winding for some time among the mountains of that romantic province, they quitted their carriages, and began to ascend the Alps. And here such scenes of sublimity opened upon them, as no colours of language must dare to paint! Emily's mind was so much engaged with new and wonderful images, that they sometimes banished the idea of Valancourt, though they more frequently revived it. These brought to her recollection the prospects among the Pyrenees, which they had admired together, and had believed nothing could excel in grandeur. How often did she wish to express to him the new emotions which this astonishing scenery awakened, and that he could partake of them! Sometimes, too, she endeavoured to anticipate his remarks, and almost imagined him present. She seemed to have arisen into another world, and to have left every trifling thought, every trifling sentiment, in that below; those only of grandeur and sublimity now dilated her mind, and elevated the affections of her heart. With what emotions of sublimity, softened by tenderness, did she meet Valancourt in thought, at the customary hour of sunset, when wandering among the Alps, she watched the glorious orb sink amid their summits, his last tints die away on their snowy points, and a solemn obscurity steal over the scene! And when the last gleam had faded, she turned her eyes from the west with somewhat of the melancholy regret that is experienced after the departure of a beloved friend; while these lonely feelings were heightened by the spreading gloom, and by the low sounds, heard only when darkness confines attention, which makes the general stillness more impressive-leaves shook by the air, the last of the breeze that lingers after sunset, or the murmur of distant streams. During the first days of this journey among the Alps, the scenery exhibited a wonderful mixture of solitude and inhabitation, of cultivation and barrenness. On the edge of tremendous precipices, and within the hollow of the cliffs, below which the clouds often floated, were seen villages, spires, and convent towers; while green pastures and vineyards spread their hues at the feet of perpendicular rocks of marble, or granite, whose points, tufted with Alpine shrubs, or exhibiting only massy crags, rose above each other, till they terminated in the snowtopped mountains, whence the torrent fell that thundered along the valley. The snow was not yet melted on the summit of Mount Cenis, over which the travellers passed; but Emily, as she looked upon its clear lake and extended plain, surrounded by broken cliffs, saw, in imagination, the verdant beauty it would exhibit when the snows should be gone, and the shepherds, leading up the midsummer flocks from Piedmont, to pasture on its flowery summit, should add Arcadian figures to Arcadian landscape. As she descended on the Italian side, the precipices became still more tremendous, and the prospects still more wild and majestic; over which the shifting lights threw all the pomp of colouring. Emily delighted to observe the snowy tops of the mountains under the passing influence of the day-blushing with morning, glowing with the brightness of noon, or just tinted with the purple evening. The haunt of man could now only be discovered by the simple hut of the shepherd and the hunter, or by the rough pine bridge thrown across the torrent, to assist the latter in his chase of the chamois over crags, where but for this vestige of man, it would have been believed only the chamois or the wolf dared to venture. As Emily gazed upon one of these perilous bridges, with the cataract foaming beneath it, some images came to her mind, which she afterwards combined in the following STORIED SONNET. The weary traveller, who, all night long, |