The Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1837-1867, 1843-08-22
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gei, w they appeared 10 ioVe each oticG
tenderly-these beings so strangely united in one
isience ie always submissive TO this child, treated
her his beloved daughter How often when seek
ing 10 reassure her husband, have heard Clara say,
with one Of those smiles that make weep, IL am
better TO day, Andrew; my strength returns, dear
Andrew" And Andrew checked a sigh ut seeing
her so feeble that breath would have overturned
her
One evening both seated in my balcony,
which commands the beautiful view of the lake; the
sun sinking in the west, gldcd the waters with its
warm and rich tints, and seemed 10 give them new
chatm With sails filled by the light breeze, n few
boats gently floating in the waves, animated the sur
face of the lake; in Of these baks, gaily dressed
with srcnmers, some women singing the beau
tilu trio in the Barber ofSevlIe; young man stood
up aud accompanied them on the flute, with remar-
kable skill. This lovely sky, this setting sun, this
sweet melody on the waters, all seemed the effect OF
a miracle
But Clara did not look upon t-she did not listen.
Leaning on the arm of the sofa, which served to sup
port her feebleness, with her eyes fixed tho noun
tans Of Saleva, in front Of as tears slowly fell down
her faded cheeks
wished to divert her from such sad thoughts
'NIy dear Clara said !, al have never yet had the
courage TO visit Saeva. IF you wish, I will take n
wagon tomorrow, and we will go together as far as
the pretty hamlet Of Etramberes Of which tho Doc
tor tells us.
She moved her head slowly in token Of refusal -
"lherc,' said she giving utterance to her Utmost
soul, ''lh. re was born there a little grill
lived happily. grew up surrounded by all thatI
loved, and nov . now il is desert
No voice answers TO mine now"
was grievcd There was so much sorrow. so
much Of resignation depicted in her angelic face-
But," said 7, 'have you not preserved some friend
with whom you could recall the happy days of your
childhoodr'
"Alas! had no frerd but my beloved mother
Madame, and my mother the sainted and resigned
martyr! sleeps forever in the mountain a, Mornex"
'fPoor child!''
alt is not whom you should piy it is my mother.
Oh! how mach she sufleredg'
'Clara,' said 7, tell me about your mother; Yes,
that is it; that is the echo OF SO many grcrs
I understand you."
She threw herself in my arms Tomorrow win
tell you all not to night. .
must go aud rejon Andrew. My good Andrew!'
The next day Glare, with one hand placed in mine
recountcd TO me- in her touching voice, the history Of
her pure and melancholy life.
only father" she snid ''wns destined to the bar,
Int he chose TO follow a military career His father
an advocate ut Geneva, had him to Paris TO
pursue the study of law. lie then eighteen
years Of nge ardent aud imprisoned, his heart wa.
stirred by the cries Of Liberty and of glory which re.
sounded throughout France; his Imagination was
reused at the recital Of the deeds and trumphs of the
armies Of the republic, aud the enthusiastic student
without consulting his father. became soldier
lie gained the chevron Of quarter-maser in Ialy the
epauIette of sub-licutenan in Egypt; and when after
having made almost the tour Of the world with the
French army Philip Dornes returned, on leave of
absence, TO his country in 1904, he was lieutenant
in the curasscrs Of the guard of the Emperor Napo
Icon. That was something to be proud Of, Madame,
was ii not? Yet his father refused to re-
ceve him.
"During lis stay at Geneva, my fither saw and
loved my mo,ie;; he married her. These two crimes
forgiven him.
"Iet my mother had no other fault than that she
was not richt She was beautiful, my educated, vir
tuous, perfect mother! Her father n minister of the
reformed church at Carouge, had at his death con-
iided his dnug ter, who had already lost her, mother
to aged relative who dwelt at Geneva friend Of
the family of Dones. 1t was while with her that
my father knew Louisa Jomni; she sixteen years
old Soon after their marriage, my father conducted
his wife To MorneX village situated on the other
side Of little Snleva in the midst of beautiful land
scapo, embelIi.hed by view of the Alps. Go and
see my denr Momex, Madame, you will be charmed,
with it. But why should go ,here3 My eyes
would rest only on the ruins of all my happiness.
Oh Gd, it is lrightful."
What words could console such deep grief! press
ed the han Of the afflicted girl big tears rolled down
her checks.
81 will try to be cam, said sho, ''makng an effort
to sinie must recall the memory of my youth, the
only period of my life that can look back upon with
out suffering! And this is the last time that shall
speak of these uiogs. The nurse of my father
dwelt at alornex, where sho had house and little
land. 1t was old Martha that he confded his wife,
My father was proud, and he did wish that she
should be bnrthen on the good relation who had
reared her, and who not rich nor was he willing
either that she should live wretchedly Under the eyes
Of his own family He had nothing but his pay to
pIovde for himself and his wife.
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