The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-10-17

aged limbs would allow her, and frltE rema'neu
alone, to reflect upon the various impressions which
the conversation of his muse had produced upon
him.
Why had this young girl, whom he had scarcely
seen, awakened SO strong sympathy in his heart Why
did his whole soul revolt at the thought Of her be-
coming the wife of his uncle' The young artist tried
to escape lom these foolish fantasies; he approached
the window and looked out upon that lake, the
fricndI of his childhood, on those noble mountains
which he had regretted many times during his
exile, among which the fire Of his genius had been
lighted.
An orphan from his cradle, Fritz had been taken
by Mr. Beaute, who at first, intended TO have placed
in a hospital the child left him by his dying sister.
But as at that time he happened to want domestic,
and az Gertrude could unite the character Of nurse
and ouskeeper, he resolved 10 make appear to the
world that he had been father TO his sisters child,
calculating upon receiving return ut some future
day with interest," FOR the pecuniary sacrifices which
the education Of Fritz imposed on him. When MIR
Beaute imagined that the hour Of renping the fruit
Of his advances had arrived what was his disnppoln-
ment at finding in his nephew ideas incompatible
with situation purely material. Then he wished to
break down his young mind and chain il to the EARTH
while il already soaring in the clouds. lie tried
10 implson Fritz in goldsmhs shop, but the child
placed himself in open revolt against his uncle, and
he drove him away without pity, useless being.
Every noble thought, every generous sentiment, was
accounted nothing in the mind of this and
coldly selfish man.
As Gertrude had sad Mr. Beaute cared little
if his nephew did find himself in the path of the
lanche.
Frit his
fesson of an artist had been despsed The thought
of being at the expiration of ten years, face face
with the man who had spoken one word of
kindness to him, had already made him tremble on
the top of Mount Salevu and since his interview with
Gertrude he felt that he should not have courage to
appear before his uncle, without being assured of the
reception he was to meet with. He therefore resolv-
ed to follow the guidance of his nurse.
When the father of Cemence entered the room,
and saluted the stranger, Fritz introduced him.
self as Italian painter, who desired TO enrich his
album with views the beautiful scenery ofSwitzer-
land.
Mr. Wilem was n Genevan, off pleasant eoun,e-
nance and full of good nature The chagrin that he
had felt the loss of his fortune had not diminished
his rctundy, orpaled the deep color of his cheeks.
lie invited Fritz to dinner, and led him into lower
spread the table.
The yonng girl had quilted her Bcrnose costume,
which she only wore to plense her father; but the
artist found her quite pretty in the simple muslin
dress that replaced her former attire.
"This is my daughter said Mr. Wlem, present
ing Clemence 10 his boarder.
1.-THE Pearl of Geneva added Gertrude in a low
voice to Fritz.
The two young people exchanged tmid sulute
but soon the lrankness and cordially Of Mr. Wiem,
dspelled the GOODNESS attendant n first interview
The repast hardly finished before the good
Genevan treated the artist nm old friend Of the
family.
Fritz was obliged to keep up with his host, that is
to smoke like Swiss, and to empty many mugs
ofbeer as could be contained in the vast stomach of
n German.
More than once during the evening the glance Of
the young had encountered the full blue eyes Of
Clemence, who regarded him with curiosity; she
seemed happy at her fathers joy and when Fritz APP
preached to bid her good night, she received his
Poteness with graceful smile, as though to thank
him for having been companion to Mr. Wilem.
"Ah!' you said truly-'she is ANGELO cried
the young man, casting himself on Gertrude's neck,
who lighted him up to his chamber. And as the old
left him, she answered-"she is such woman
my Fritz needs for a wife,
The next day, the young painter was seated under
the honeysuckle bower from whence he had seen
Clemence the evening before. In his dreams
during the night, her form had appeared to him,
with dazzling brightness, and the white robe of Will
LENS daughter had lightly touched his brow
Fritz, entirely occupied with his labor as an artist,
had not yet thought ofquestoning his heart He had
seen the brunetes Of Italy smile coquettishy upon
him, in the way; but this only momentary i'm
preston. Soon the love of his art led the Young man
10 the feet Of the statues OF Canova the Madonnas of
Raphael, and the Virgins of Corego. These were
his mistresses, the divnties before whom he bowed
with alteration. Nothing that lived on the earth APP
peared to him to compare with these beautiful Gre
atoms of genius. nothing but this young maiden who
had just been revealed him pure and lovely as the
angels of heaven. 1t the first love of the young
man, love which blossoms in single night, like
flower under the dew; the meeting of two minds that
find in each other sister-that powerful magnetism
against which all resistance is vain-that ineffable
joy of the heart, the remembrance Of which is The
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