Still eyes the depth, still shudders on the verge, Emily, often as she travelled among the clouds, watched in silent awe their billowy surges rolling below; sometimes wholly closing upon the scene, they appeared like a world of chaos; and at others, spreading thinly, they opened and admitted partial catches of the landscape-the torrent, whose astounding roar had never failed, tumbling down the rocky chasm, huge cliffs white with snow, or the dark summits of the pine forests that stretched midway down the mountains. But who may describe her rapture, when having passed through a sea of vapour, she caught a first view of Italy; when, from the ridge of one of those tremendous precipices that hang upon Mount Cenis and guard the entrance of that enchanting country, she looked down through the lower clouds, and, as they floated away, saw the grassy vales of Piedmont at her feet, and, beyond, the plains of Lombardy extending to the farthest distance, at which appeared on the faint horizon, the doubtful towers of Turin ! The solitary grandeur of the objects that immediately surrounded her-the mountain region towering above; the deep precipices that fell beneath: the waving blackness of the forests of pine and oak, which skirted their feet, or hung within their recesses; the headlong torrents that dashed among their cliffs, sometimes appeared like a cloud of mist, at others like a sheet of ice-these were features which receive a higher character of sublimity from the reposing beauty of Italian landscape below, stretching to the wide horizon, where the same melting blue tint seemed to unite earth and sky. Madame Montoni only shuddered as she looked down precipices near whose edge the chairmen trotted as lightly and swiftly, almost, as the chamois bounded; and from which Emily too recoiled; but with her fears were mingled such various emotions of delight, such admiration, astonishment, and awe, as she had never experienced before. Meanwhile, the carriers having come to a landing place, stopped to rest and the travellers being seated on the point of a cliff, Montoni and Cavigni renewed a dispute concerning Hannibal's passage over the Alps-Montoni contending that he entered Italy by way of Mount Cenis; and Cavigni that he passed over Mount St. Bernard. The subject brought to Emily's imagination the disasters he had suffered in this bold and perilous adventure. She saw his vast armies winding among the defiles, and over the tremendous cliffs of the mountains, which at night were lighted up by his fires, or by the torches which he caused to be carried when he pursued his indefatigable march. In the eye of fancy, she perceived the gleam of arms through the duskiness of night, the glitter of spears and helmets, and the banners floating dimly on the twilight: while now and then the blast of a distant trumpet echoed along the defile, and the signal was answered by a momentary clash of arms. She looked with horror upon the mountaineers, perched on the higher cliffs assailing the troops below with broken fragments of the mountain; on soldiers and elephants tumbling headlong down the lower precipices; and as she listened to the rebounding rocks that followed their fall, the terrors of fancy yielded to those of reality, and she shuddered to behold herself on the dizzy height whence she had pictured the descent of others. Madame Montoni, meantime, as she looked upon Italy, was contemplating, in imagination, the splendour of palaces and the grandeur of castles, such as she believed she was going to be mistress of at Venice and in the Appenine, and she became, in idea, little less than a princess. Being no longer under the alarms which had deterred her from giving entertainments to the beauties of Thoulouse, whom Montoni had mentioned with more eclat to his own vanity than credit to their discretion or regard to truth, she determined to give concerts, though she had neither ear nor taste for music; conversazioni, though she had no talent for conversation; and to outvie, if possible, in the gaieties of her parties and the magnificence of her liveries, all the noblesse of Venice. This blissful reverie was somewhat obscured, when she recollected the signor, her husband, who, though he was not averse to the profit which sometimes result from such parties, had always shown a contempt of the frivolous parade that sometimes attends them; till she considered that his pride might be gratified by displaying among his own friends, in his native city, the wealth which he had neglected in France; and she courted again the splendid illusions that had charmed her before. The travellers, as they descended, gradually exchanged the region of winter for the genial warmth and beauty of spring. The sky began to assume that serene and beautiful tint peculiar to the climate of Italy; patches of young verdure, fragrant shrubs and flowers, looked gaily among the rocks, often fringing their rugged brows, or hanging in tufts from their broken sides; and the buds of the oak and mountain ash were expanding into foliage.. Descending lower, the orange and the myrtle, every now and then, appeared in some sunny nook, with their yellow blossoms peeping from among the dark green of their leaves, and mingling with the scarlet flowers of the pomegranite and the paler ones of the arbutus, that ran mantling to the crags above; while, lower still, spread the pastures of Piedmont, where early flocks were cropping the luxuriant herbage of spring. The river Doria, which, rising on the summit of Mount Cenis, had dashed for many leagues over the precipices that bordered the road, now began to assume a less impetuous, though scarcely less romantic character, as it approached the green valleys of Piedmont, into which the travellers descended with the evening sun and Emily found herself once more amid the tranquil beauty of pastoral scenery; among flocks and herds, and slopes tufted with woods of lively verdure and with beautiful shrubs, such as she had often seen waving luxuriantly over the Alps above. The verdure of the pasturage, now varied with the hues of early flowers, among which were yellow ranunculuses and pansy violets of delicious fragrance, she had never seen excelled.-Emily almost wished to become a peasant of Piedmont, to inhabit one of the pleasant embowered cottages which she saw peeping beneath the cliffs, and to pass her careless hours among these romantic landscapes. To the hours, the months, she was to pass under the dominion of Montoni, she looked with apprehension! while those which were departed she remembered with regret and sorrow. In the present scenes her fancy often gave her the figure of Valancourt, whom she saw on a point of the cliffs, ga. zing with awe and admiration at the imagery around him; or wandering pensively along the vale below, frequently pausing to look back upon the scenery; and then, his countenance glowing with the poet's fire, pursuing his way to some overhanging height. When she again considered the time and the distance that were to separate them, that every step she now took lengthened this distance, her heart sunk, and the surrounding landscape charmed her no more. The travellers, passing Novalesa, reached, after the evening had closed, the small and ancient town of Susa, which had formerly guarded this pass of the Alps into Piedmont. The heights which command it, had since the invention of artillery, rendered its fortifications useless; but these romantic heights, seen by moonlight, with the town below, surrounded by its walls and watchtowers, and partially illumined, exhibited an interesting picture to Emily. Here they rested for the night, at an inn which had little accommodation to boast of; but the travellers brought with them the hunger that gives delicious flavour to the coarsest viands, and the weariness that ensures repose; and here Emily first caught a strain of Italian music on Italian ground. As she sat, after supper, at a little window that opened upon the country, observing an effect of the moonlight on the broken surface of the mountains, and remembering that on such a night as this she once had sat with her father and Valancourt resting upon a cliff of the Pyrenees, she heard from below the long drawn notes of a violin, of such tone and delicacy of expression as harmonized exactly with the tender emotions she was indulging, and both charmed and surprised her. Cavigni, who approached the window, smiled at her surprise. This is nothing extraordinary, said he; you will hear the same, perhaps, at every inn in our way. It is one of our landlord's family who plays, I doubt not. Emily, as she listened, thought he could be scarcely less than a professor of music whom she heard; and the sweet and plaintive strains soon lulled her into a reverie; from which she was very unwillingly roused by the raillery of Cavigni, and by the voice of Montoni, who gave orders to a servant to have the carriages ready at an early hour on the following morning, and added, that he meant to dine at Turin. Madame Montoni was exceedingly rejoiced to be once more on level ground; and after giving a long detail of the various terrors she had suffered, which she forgot that she was describing to the companions of her dangers, she added a hope, that she should soon be beyond the view of these horrid mountains, which all the world, said she, should not tempt me to cross again. Complaining of fatigue, she soon retired to rest, and Emily withdrew to her own room; when she understood from Annette, her aunt's woman, that Cavigni was nearly right in his conjecture concerning the musician who had awakened the violin with so much taste, for that. he was the son of a peasant inhabiting the neighbouring valley. He is going to the Carnival at Venice, added Annette; for they say he has a fine hand at playing, and will get a world of money; and the Carnival is just going to begin; but for my part, I should like to live among these pleasant woods and hills, better than in a town; and they say, ma'amselle, we shall see no woods, or hills, or fields, at Venice, for that it is built in the very middle of the sea. Emily agreed with the talkative Annette, that this young man was making a change for the worse: and could not forbear silently lamenting, that he should be drawn from the innocence and beauty of these scenes, to the corrupt ones of that voluptuous city. When she was alone, unable to sleep, the landscapes of her native home, with Valancourt, and the circumstances of her departure, haunted her fancy: she drew pictures of social happiness amidst the grand simplicity of nature, such as she feared she had bade farewell to forever; and then the idea of this young Piedmontese, thus ignorantly. sporting with his happiness, returned to her thoughts, and glad to escape a while from the pressure of nearer interests she indulged her fancy in composing the following lines: THE PIEDMONTESE. Ah, merry swain! who laugh'd along the vales, Venetian gold his untaught faney hails ! And his steps pause, as the last Alp he scales. He spies his cabin 'mid the pine tops green, The well known woods, clear brooks, and pastures gay ; -0000 CHAPTER XV. TITANIA-If you will patiently dance in our round, MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM. EARLY the following morning, the travellers set out for Turin. The luxuriant plain that extends from the feet of the Alps to that magnificent city was not then, as now, shaded by an avenue of trees nine miles in length; but plantations of olives, mulberry, and palms, festooned with vines, mingled with the pastoral scenery through which the rapid Po, after its descent from the mountains, wander. ed to meet the humble Doria at Turin. As they advancedtowards the city, the Alps seen at some distance, began to appear in all their awful sublimity; chain rising over chain in long succession, their higher points darkened by the hovering clouds, sometimes hid, and at others seen shooting up far above them; while their lower steeps, bro. ken into fantastic forms, were touched with blue and purplish tints, which, as they changed in light and shade, seemed to open new scenes to the eye. To the east stretched the plains of Lombardy, with the towers of Tu |