Charles Auchester, Volume 2 (of 2)

a mood to recall those of Clara in our parting conversation. The same age as Maria, with no less power in her heavenly maidenhood, she came upon me as if I had seen them together, and w

assion in her enshrining stillness than in anything but the music that claimed and owned her. But Maria had seemed on fire as she had spoken, and even

at dream-like afternoon, I studied and soared. I was-after the Chevalier had left, and the excitement of his possible presence had ceased-blissfully happy again, and in much the same state as when I lived with Aronach; certainly I did not expand

red to have some effect upon the whole crew that was not very material, as nothing would do in our after sledging party, but that all the instruments should be carried also, and an attempt made to refrigerate the ice-movement over again, by performing it in the frosty air, upon the frost-spelled water. I was to have gone

according to Davy; but I could not get out all I wanted, for I did not like to ask for it. There was something, too, in my present mode of life exiling from all excitement

ter from Starwood

went also to Switzerland; and when I saw the 'Mer de Glace,' I thought it was like that music. Now we are in a villa all marble, not white, but a soft, pale-gray color, and there are orange-trees upon the grass. All about are green hills, and behind them hills of blue, and the sky here is like no other sky, for it is always the sa

t from such a babe I could not expect the information I wanted. Maria and her suite-as I always called her brother Joseph and the little Josephine-had left Cecilia for Christmas Day, which they were to spend with some acquaintance a few leagues off, and a friend, too, of Anastase, who, indeed, accompanied them.

practising, to her own home. When she appeared, rolled in furs, I was fain to suppose her another than herself, produced by the oldest of all old gentlemen for my edification, and I screamed aloud, for she had entered without knocking, or I had not heard her. She would not speak to me then and there, saving only to invite me,

he furry cloak, "I am altering very much, I think, or else I have bec

antles, or hair so long th

esterday, nor yet the day before, nor for many days; an

t ab

f children's pictures. I can have no imagination, I am afraid, or else it is all drawn away somewhere else. Do you know, Carl, that I came away because I could not bear to stay with those

g; but then I fancied that was because he is so abstracted, an

to be, is exquisite pleasure,-too fine a joy to breathe in, Carl. How people fum

usic, Maria; if so, I am

eaven to bring me a gift out of its eternal treasure, and I believe

bout before you went, befo

in an idle frame. I thought the last spark of music had pa

th your coming back, and with your being mela

s before: shall we go upstairs together?' And we did go out silently, we were not even missed. We went to the room which Florimond had hired, for it was only a friend's house, and Florimond is as proud as some one who has not his light hair. The little window was full of stars; we heard no sound as we stood there except when the icicles fell from the roof. The window was open too; but I felt no cold, for he held me in his arms, and I sheltered him, and he me. We watched the stars so long that they began to dance below before we spoke. Then Florimond said that the stars often reminded him how little constancy there was in anything said or done, for that they ever shone upon that which was forgotten. And I repli

o authors have given ideas in their random moments to the greatest writers, that these have reproduced at leisure,-I suppose much as a painter takes notions from the colored clouds and verdant

te wild, though I merely foresaw some touching memento, in wordless

I came back so soon, to be undisturbed, and to learn of you; for you know

ite in score? If so, pray wait

ut my writing. Besides, I am most particularly anx

a woman writing in score except for exercise; an

ow about that wh

an elf; but you are pale enough alre

Carl, that it might make me ill if this symphony were to be rehearsed, with a full band

the highest style of music, and that none can even attempt i

phony is quite clear to my brain,-it always has been so; for I believe I understand it naturally, though I never knew why until now. Carl, a woman has never yet dared

at least, until Anastase ret

advise me! Could I advise him how to improve his present method? and

e, even while you talk about it, that I think you will do y

rightful,

aria; but your eyes seem

ll not have until I have comple

are thinking o

Chevalier had ordered me to make a symphony, I sho

reign mould, almost at times to fuse them with my own expression; but the words

d to write without any pro

over; but I am certain of hearing

ll when it is written. How

nce, were dropping into my heart. The subjects rose in Alps before me. I both saw and heard th

l you call

t shall be really finished; but if it is to be what I

eautiful, t

, most beaut

like the

ten; but I do not believe he has ever felt

y presumptuous,-in you it is ambitious, I beli

I. Will you stay her

hould think no one could write unless alone.

u said you have set yourself certain tasks, can work in this one. I am very selfish I am afraid, f

y, and my mother was in a great fri

out and buy