Delaware inquirer. (Wilmington, Del.) 1859-18??, 1859-08-20

might very well have taken DOgberry' sphrase
for his motto, write me down an ass" He
now came to me with his wife to express his
regret-ealed Monsieur Morn and the rest, and
said that he felt quite ashamed at being made
their dupe.
Here, during a whole week. said he,
''shall do penance for having been so silly
as to misconstrue your motives; but, Mon
sieur, we shall meet at Milan, where will en-
deavoEto prove to you that, though have
been for the moment Jealous fool, it was but
for a moment. What else would and ought
to say, leave Madame to express for me-"
So saying, he shook me heartily by the
hand, and walked off. Madame Carli, though
one of the best women in the world, was still
bit of coquettee, and, in ball rooms or or
journey, liked to make love pour pdsser I,
temps. II was agreeable, she said and ther
it was so long since she had met any one like
me-by exact computation of time, probably
six weeks-I was so earnest, so sincere.
could do no other than bow, and press hel
hands-compliment and fattery are so de
| l!ghtful from woman professed to have
been immensely happy, and said did moi
doubt that we should pass our time most
pleasantly together at Milan. How many
more fine things we might have uttered,
know not but just then saw the remorse
less professor running among the trees, in
search of us. There was not a moment to be
lost. We might never see each other again
and could we part like two statues Mo-
We bent our heads towards each other, and
| fear kissed Madame CARL. But if did, the
time, and place, and circumstances will
trust, constitute my apology. We were,
know not how many thousand feet i'll the ali,
surrounded by SHOWS and glaciers. Every
thing there was cold but the heart, and the
kiss was decorius and fraternal just as it
ought TO have been. We then shook hands,
and promised faithfully to meet at Milan. But
did We! NO! From that time to this, Mad
anne CARL has been, among the millions of
Eves daughters who tread the may surface
of this planet in smiles, invisible to me. Her
husband, though something Of an Oriental in
ltcllliEt was At uuhtOul q BOoN itlAph .
and trust her life has been happy one.
.Ah, had lost you, p exclaimed the pro
fessor. "But what was that little cloud Of
drapery which has just Disappeared behind
the foliage ~
st was nothing" said l.
''Then, nothing let it be- answered he
"But come there is countryman Of yours
down here in front of the inn, who appears so
grand, and at the same time so triste, you had
better speak TO him. After having taken his
place in the diligence he turned away proudly
from every one, as if we were not worth look
ing at, and Is now gazing at the Alps, as
though they alone were worthy to be his com
panions. Pray come, and try whether pride
has CONCEALED him into an icicle or mott
..He does not speak French or Italian"
replied.
How do you know ;" inquired the pro-
fessor.
felt quite sure of it and, coming ont just
at that moment upon the terrace in front of
the inn, went forward, and politely addressed
my countryman i'll French. He made me
profound bow but said nothing. then spoke
in Italian with the same result. Upon this,
quite sure that my conjecture waswell found
ed, addressed him in English.
"Ah! am so delighted!,' cried he .tbut
from your beard and moustache, took you
to be foreigner, and thought ! should be
prosecuted all the way to Milan. Where do
you sit in the diligencci Can't ! get seat
by you y
~ have Managed | said, ito secure a
place in the cabriolet, for the purpose of en-
blank, being booked for the interior. By a
little man9uyring, however, we got one of the
Frenchmen to cede to him his place, which
was really great sacrifice, as, from the hot
and close inside of the diligence, nothing
could be seen.
Nothing SO speedily pals upon the appetite
as magnificent scenery. At least can speak
for myself; have at times derived extreme
Of those wild and savage portions of them
which suggest ideas of death and utter desc
lation.where the water comes rolling and
foaming down precipitous rocks, among dark
pine forests, and tumbles into almost bottom
less CULTS below, where you shudder to lean
over to catch the last sight of them. Enough
of this sort of scenery had presented itself to
us on our descent towards Italy; but if there
be those who can gaze with undiminished
pleasure on mountain after mountain-who
never grow weary of the hills, and long ear,
nestly for the sight of plain-I may envy
but cannot understand them. Long before
we reached Duomo d'0ssola was sick Of the
Alps, and eagerly desired to behold the ver-
dant fats of Lombardy, that might be de-
livered fromnhe eternal pine forests, cascades
and cataracts, and endless succession OF peak
ed mountains each exactly like the other
have powerful sympathy with the grand in
nature, but have still greater love of variety.
1t was with indispensable satisfaction, there
fore, that caught the first view of the Lago
Maggiore, where beauty of the softest kind
succeeds to savage grandeur. All who that
10 happy would not live on the shores of that
lake, which looks like fragment of Fairy
land thrown in by accident amongthe realities
of this earth would not describe the scene
il could, it has SO often been delineated.-
But with my minds eye, see it nova broad
expanse of water, spreading among winding
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