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it more delicious to the nerves it is associated.

But I will not describe it I felt something at first within me, which was not in strict unison with the lesson of virtue I had given her the night before--I sought five minutes for a card-I knew I had not one I took up a pen I laid it down again-my hand trembled the devil was in me.

I know as well as any one he is an adversary, whom if we resist, he will fly from us but I seldom resist him at all; from a terror, that though I may conquer, I may still get a hurt in the combat-so I give up the triumph for security; and instead of thinking to make him fly, I generally fly myself.

The fair fille de chambre came close up to the bureau where I was looking for a card-took up first the pen I had cast down, then offered to hold me the ink:she offered it so sweetly, I was going to

accept it but I durst not. I have no thing, my dear, said I, to write upon→→ Write it, said she, simply, upon any thing.

I was just going to cry out-then I will write it, fair girl! upon thy lips.

If I do, said. I, I shall perish-so I took her by the hand, and led her to the door, and begged she would not forget the lesson I had given her-She said, indeed she would not-and as she uttered it with some earnestness, she turned about, and gave me both her hands, closed together, into mine-it was impossible not to compress them in that situation.-I wished to let them go; and all the time I held them, I kept arguing within myself against itand still I held them on. In two minutes I found I had all the battle to fight över again and I felt my legs and every limb about me tremble at the idea. ::

The foot of the bed was within a yard and a half of the place where we were

standing. I had still hold of her handsand how it happened I can give no account; but I neither asked her-nor drew her-nor did I think of the bed-but so it did happen, we both sat down.

I will just shew you, said the fair fille de chambre, the little purse I have been making to-day to hold your crown. So she put her hand into her right pocket, which was next me, and felt for it for some time-then into the left." She had lost it."-I never bore expectation more quietly—it was in her right pocket at last she pulled it out; it was of green taffetta, lined with a little bit of white quilted sattin, and just big enough to hold the crown-she put it into my hand -it was pretty; and I held it ten minutes with the back of my hand resting upon her lap-looking sometimes at the purse, sometimes on one side of it.

A stitch or two had broke out in the gathers of my stock-the fair fille de

chambre, without saying a word, took out her little housewife, threaded a small nee dle, and sewed it up.-I foresaw it would hazard the glory of the day; and as she passed her hand in silence across and across my neck in the manœuvre, I felt the laurels shake which fancy had wreathed about my head.

A strap had given way in her walk, and the buckle of her shoe was just falling off-See, said the fille de chambre, holding up her foot-I could not for my soul but fasten the buckle in return, and putting in the strap-and lifting up the other foot with it, when I had done, to see both were right-in doing it too suddenly-it unavoidably threw the fair fille de chambre off her centre-and then

THE CONQUEST.

PARIS.

YE Es-and then-Ye whose clay-cold heads and lukewarm hearts can argue down or mask your passions-tell me, what trespass is it that man should have them? or how his spirit stands answerable to the father of spirits, but for his conduct under them?

If Nature has so wove her web of kindness, that some threads of love and desire are entangled with the piecemust the whole web be rent in drawing them out?-Whip me such stoics, great Governor of nature! said I to myselfWherever thy providence shall place me for the trials of my virtue-whatever is my danger-whatever is my situation

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