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indisposition, sent her long thought of letter to the confessor Lodovico, and had commenced her journey with madame Rodolphus to Arezzo. Having been unaccustomed to travel, every scene in this part of Tuscany was new, and consequently attractive to Eleanor; as the only change of abode she could remember was, the being transplanted from the fostering care of her nurse at Milan, to be immured within the sanctuary of Santa Maria.

The first part of the journey they proceeded but very slowly, owing to the narrow and almost inaccessible track of country they were obliged to pass over; the mountains exhibited a forlorn and dreary aspect, but the perspective from so elevated a region amply repaid that inconvenience; it was strikingly beautiful and grand. Towards the south and the west appeared the rocky shores of the Mediterranean, whose waves reflected the sparkling brilliancy of an all-cheering


sun; and towards the north, the Campagna of Rome, with majestic beauty, arrested the wondering sight; where, gliding in meandering stream, the genthe Tiber rolled its ceaseless course, its picturesque banks adorned with innumerable villas and splendid palaces. The atmosphere was so clear, scarcely a cloud vapouring beneath these rocky heights, that the most trivial objects became discernible, and of interest to the travellers, whose pursuits in life being 80 widely different from each other, they had therefore but little else to converse of, except descanting on the sublimity of the surrounding prospect. The rebellowing roar of an avalanche not far off was awfully grand and impressive: the flocks and herds grazing on the side of these stupendous mountains were flying in all directions to the vallies, to seek shelter from its destructive influence. Eleanor trembled as she surveyed it, supposing they were in imminent danger;


madame Rodolphus, however, calmed her fears, by saying the road did not lead that way; and pointing out to her, about a "It will afford league distant, Arezzo.

me pleasure," she replied, "to visit it, from being the birth-place of the immortal Petrarch, whose works I so much admire. Petrarch," again continued Eleanor, "who could so well describe the pangs of injured innocence, or the sad impressions of hopeless love; and inspired with the celestial flame he felt for the beautiful, the angelic Laura, so pathetically and passionately exclaim

"Blest be the day, the month, the hour,
When first a lover's tender pain
Confess'd those eyes' resistless pow'r,

And captive fix'd me in thy train !'

Blest be those sighs, those cherish'd tears,
That ardent fond desire,

Which, kindling all the poet's fire,

Taught me in numbers to invoke thy name;
And, glowing through fate's chequer'd years,

Arous'd the generous voice of fame!


Blest be the wound, which rankling still,
Declares my heart no longer free;

And blest the thought, the mind, the will,
That ever faithful wait on thee !"

Madame Rodolphus smiled at the enthusiasm of her companion, and complimented on the energetic style of her reciting the above sonnet of Petrarch; saying, "She was almost inclined to believe, from the tenderness of manner and feeling evinced in it, she had herself sat for the picture. For certainly," resumed madame, "all other evils are light in comparison with those of love, particularly if unsuccessful." Eleanor blushed at this direct appeal to her, but made no answer.

The sun had now shed his last rays on the summit of the neighbouring mountain; the vintagers were assembling after the toil of the day in an adjacent glade, to finish the evening with a sportive dance; the minstrels, with their pipe


and tabour, preceded the merry throng, where happiness seemed to reign without alloy.

Madame Rodolphus, being naturally of a lively disposition, ordered the postillions to stop, and with Eleanor, alighted from the carriage, to witness their festivity. The peasantry, feeling themselves honoured by this condescension, presented seats to the travellers, whilst two of the most distinguished of the dancers came forward from the rest, to perform a fandango.

They executed it with precision and grace; and received the warmest encomiums of every one present, particu larly from madame Rodolphus, and Eleanor, to whom it recalled to memory a similar scene of rural sports, which took place on the unfortunate day she departed from the castle of Valleroy. The tear of anguish marked the remembrance, and the deep sigh arose in her breast, for the distressful fate which had attend


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