CHAPTER XXIV.

To return to the thread of my narrative, which in stating these particulars I have in some points anticipated. — I sat down, as I have already said, in the environs of the city of Pisa. Marguerite, as well as myself, had a powerful attach- ment to the retirement of rural life, and I judged it equally eligible for the health and intellectual improvement of my daughters. I accordingly purchased a small domain, de- lightfully situated, but of simple appearance, on the banks of the Arno. Here I proposed to remain during the indis- position of my wife, which I flattered myself retirement, tranquillity, attention and kindness, would in no long time be able to cure. To this object I resolved to devote my exertions. Well did she merit this return from me, who
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had restored me in the guilty ruin of my fortunes, and raised me from the abyss of insanity. Odious and detestable in the utmost degree should I have appeared in my own eyes, if I could have neglected any means I was able to devise, to heal a mischief of which my own precipitation, selfishness, and folly were the only causes. Every little, continual, nameless care I exerted, was as a drop of healing balm to the burning fever and remorse of my conscience. Nothing indeed could eradicate my distemper ; I felt the ever-living worm of perpetrated guilt gnawing at my heart. But my solicitudes for Marguerite, at least during the moments they were in action, mitigated my anguish ; and this transitory relief, however insignificant it may appear in the^eyes of others, I cherished beyond the wealth of kingdoms.
Marguerite and myself appeared at this time to have changed characters. She was languid, indisposed in body and mind, her thoughts gloomy, her hopes blasted, her wishes bankrupt. Still however she maintained her supe- riority to what I had been in a similar condition. She en- deavoured to make the best of what yet remained to her, though she declined the vain attempt of forgetting what she had lost. She hung over her daughters with inexpressible endearment. She consoled them ; she reasoned with them ; she endeavoured to steel their minds for whatever ill might be yet in store. She cultivated their understandings ; she breathed into them mingled sentiments of resignation and energy. There was in her conversation with them a striking tone of celestial and divine. Her eloquence was copious ; her manner rich, unaffected, and flowing; her speech simple, free from exaggeration and turbulence, but mild, affectionate, and winning. It sank deep into the hearts of her hearers, and seemed to give a new turn to their tempers and dispo- sition. It rendered the character of Julia at once more distinctive, and yet more chastised; it inspired an unwonted mildness and sensibility to that of Louisa ; and rendered the cadette of the family unusually grave, thoughtful, and sedate.
But upon me were devolved the more active occupations of our establishment. Marguerite had formerly been, I was now, the steward. Every kind of superintendence, from
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which the distinction of sex did not unavoidably exclude me, was resigned to me by the lovely victim of my indis- cretions. Marguerite had been my nurse, I was now am- bitious to be hers. I made myself the schoolmaster of my children; Marguerite confined her communications to ge- neral topics and the culture of the heart. I initiated them in music, drawing, geography, several different languages of Europe, and in every accomplishment that I believed would be really ornamental or improving to them. I might, it is true, have hired different masters to instruct them in each of these branches, and it is not impossible that they might then have been better taught, though I was myself no in- competent preceptor. But I had an honest artifice for my guide in the plan I adopted : I was desirous of removing out of the sight of my wife every thing that might remind her of the fatal legacy, the effects of which she was induced so bitterly to deplore. In some particulars I may affirm of myself that I was now a better and a kinder husband, than I had been in the days of our gayest prosperity, or the scene of our infant loves. I studied with assiduity the temper of Marguerite ; I watched her looks ; I endeavoured to anti- cipate her every wish. I meditated with care the plan of life, which her simple and feeling heart, if solely consulted, would have led her originally to have chosen ; and I copied out in the whole arrangement of our household the idea painted in my mind. Far from us were now the ostentation and pomp of the family-chateau on the banks of the Ga- ronne. We lived now, not to awaken admiration and envy in the bosom of guests and spectators : we lived for our- selves. Every thing was elegant; everything was tasteful; but not an article found its place in our residence, that did not rest its claim to be there upon a plea of usefulness. Though, by the nature of my situation, I was superior to all restraint from a consideration of expense, yet our com- petent board and orderly habitation approached nearer in their appearance to the honest plainness of a rustic, than to the sumptuousness of hereditary nobility. A table set out with striking propriety and neatness was preferred to the richness of plate and the splendour of porcelain and lustres. I was anxious that Marguerite should forget the change of
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our situation and the extent of my resources. The objects of my present pursuit were obscurity and content. That Marguerite might forget my acquisition, I was studious to appear to have forgotten it myself. If a stranger had en- tered our habitation, and surveyed our economy,, he would have judged that our revenues amounted to a decent com- petence, and that we disbursed them with a judicious discretion. Nothing was to be seen that would have be- trayed the possessor of the powder of projection.
We had no guests. We cultivated no acquaintance. We were formed to suffice to each other within our little circle; and, but for the importunate recurrence of dis- quieting reflections, we should have done so. To look at the exterior of our household, it might have been thought that we had arrived at that sweet forgetfulness of anxious care, that delicious leisure and unbroken retreat, which have in all ages been the theme of panegyric to poets and philosophers. But it was not so. Our reciprocal relations were changed ; and the hope of the house of St. Leon was no longer in the midst of us, to cheer, to enlighten, and to warm our bosoms.
A life of leisure is often an active and a busy life. The grand, I might almost say the single, object of present attention to me, was the restoration of the health and tran- quillity of Marguerite. For that I watched with unwearied assiduity. Subordinate to this occupation were the dif- ferent arts and accomplishments in which I instructed my daughters. Yet neither the former nor the latter of these engagements filled up all the time of a mind so restless and rapid as mine was. Intervals occurred, in which my attentions to Marguerite would have been, not soothing, but troublesome, and in which I could no longer impart a lesson to my daughters, without relaxing and weakening the spring of progression in their minds. These intervals I sometimes dedicated to chemistry and the operations of natural magic. The more effectually to hide these pursuits from the eye of Marguerite, I occupied, unknown to her, a sort of grotto, buried almost from human observation in a hollow on the banks of the river, and which was con- nected, by a winding path and a concealed subterranean
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passage, with the garden of my own habitation. The secrets of the stranger had given me a particular relish for this kind of pursuit. There are habits of the mind and modes of occupying the attention, in which, when once we have engaged, there seems a sort of physical impossibility of ever withdrawing ourselves. This was my case in the present instance. My habit was of no long standing. But no reading of my story, no mere power of language and words, can enable a by-stander to imagine how deep it was sunk into my heart, how inextricably it was twisted with all the fibres of my bosom. That he may in some degree enter into my situation, I entreat the reader to consider what are the most imperious passions of the human mind. They have rudely been described to be wealth, power, and pleasurable sensation. How alluring to every one of us are the visionary conceptions of the mind respecting these most potent excitements ! But mine were no visions. I had grasped them in my hand, and known their reality. I had felt that the wealth of the whole world was at my disposal, and that I held my life by a tenure independent and imperial. These are not of the class of conceptions that fade and perish from the mind. We cannot wake from them as from a dream, and forget that ever such things were. They had changed the whole constitution of my nature. It would have required a miracle, greater than all the consecrated legends of our church record, to have restored me to what I formerly was. If then I could have resolved never henceforth to use the gifts I had received, I yet firmly believe that I never could have re- frained from the composition and decomposition of simples, and from experiments on the nature of substances, chemical and metallic. I was however far from having formed any such resolution as that I have named. My present for- bearance to bring forth the secret treasure of my powers was. purely an accommodation to the unhappy condition of my wife ; and I felt it as a meritorious exertion thus to postpone the use of the faculties I possessed. In the mean time the amusement I sought, that I regarded as properly and entirely my own, consisted in these experiments. While I was busied with my crucible, I was able more
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vividly to present to myself my seeming superiority to the rest of my species. I used the employments of my grottor as a sort of starting-post from which to set forth in a series of intoxicating reveries-; not to mention that to im- prove in the facility of my secret operations might become a valuable subsidiary to the pursuits of my future life.
I took occasionally as my companion at these periods the negro of the prison of Constance. I found him suf- ficiently adapted for my purpose ; his innocence and im- plicit obedience to whomever he served> rendering me secure that he would anticipate nothing, that he would conjecture nothing, that he would, rest in what he saw, that I might almost exhibit my whole process under his eye, without once awakening the busy fiend of curiosity in a mind to which science had never unveiled her charms. He was formed to be a pure, passive machine in the hands of his employer, only with this singular difference from the lifeless machine of the engineer or mechanical inventor,, that he was susceptible of attachment and affection, as well! as of a certain species of contentment and a certain species of goodness and virtue.
A feature of my individual character which has already frequently presented itself to the attention of the reader is the love of admiration and spontaneous deference. I am at this moment ashamed of my vices and my follies ; but it must be recollected, in the first place, that they are human, and in the second that I am writing, not their vindication,, but their history. In the midst of my ex- periments and chemical lucubrations, I could not help sometimes ostentatiously exhibiting to Hector the wonders of my art, and those extraordinary effects which have in all ages drawn upon the more eminent operators of natural magic the reproach of being necromancers and conjurers. This I did, partly perhaps that my attendant might learn to look up to me with a kind of nameless respect and awe, but partly also that I might divert myself with the sim- plicity of his nature, and the gaping and motionless astonishment with which he viewed my performances. If I had not done this, or digressed into idle and osten- tatious experiments,, he would otherwise have seen enough.,, s 2
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in the operations in which his assistance, if not absolutely necessary, was extremely convenient, to have induced a person, so void of the meanest European information, to regard me as assisted by and in league with invisible powers.
The prejudice against me, with which this poor fellow had been impressed at the commencement of our inter- course did not long hold out, in his ingenuous mind, against the more favourable sentiments which my present situation and mode of living were calculated to inspire. The speci- mens he had hitherto seen of European society were of the most unfavourable kind. His first master was a wretch of brutal disposition, ferocious and insolent; disdaining to reason himself, and impatient of remonstrance in others. This man had exercised the temper of his humble and honest attendant with every variety of savage caprice ; and, having tired the restlessness of his own gloomy tyranny, without being able to exhaust the modest and unexampled patience of his servant, had finished by throwing him into gaol, upon a wanton and groundless charge of dishonesty. This, which was intended as a further exercise of tyranny, deserved to be hailed by the poor sufferer as a period of jubilee and deliverance. His innocence, as I have already related, was speedily recognised by his new task-master, who accordingly exerted himself to obtain justice for the friendless victim; and from a reputed thief proposed to elevate him to the rank of a turnkey. Hector had neither kindred nor patron to assist him ; the outcast of a gaol, he must again have entered the world with a blasted character. Thus circumstanced, and influenced beside by gratitude to the unlooked-for liberality of his deliverer, he willingly ac- cepted the situation proposed to him. With his new mas- ter, who, not less unprincipled, was less tyrannical than his predecessor, the humbleness of his hopes taught him to be contented. Yet in the bosom of the gaoler all his fidelity and regard could not enable him to detect one positive virtue ; and, within the walls of the prison, there had existed nothing that could by any possibility cherish and refresh the human heart.
The scene presented to Hector's observation in our little
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retreat, on the banks of the Arno, was of a very different nature. To his frank and affectionate spirit, it appeared a perfect paradise. He had yet scarcely been acquainted with any but the refuse of mankind, from the infection of whose vices his unapprehensive and invincible simplicity had been his only safeguard j and he was now suddenly introduced to the presence and intercourse of the most perfect of her sex. He loved her as a benefactor, and he worshipped her as a god. There is no receipt for begetting affection in others, so infallible as a warm and susceptible heart. Hec- tor accordingly soon became in a remarkable degree the favourite of my daughters. His temper was naturally cheerful and gay ; and, warmed by their encouragement, it became a thousand times more so. When he had completed the occupations of the day, the lightness of his spirit would prompt him to sing and dance for ever. He exhibited the whole circle of his sportive games for their amusement. The infantine innocence of his understanding remarkably adapted him to be the butt of their little waggeries and mischiefs. Whatever tricks were played upon him, were however tempered by the forbearance and regard his worth demanded ; while the obstreperous cheerfulness with which he would second their mirth, when most ignorant of its occasion, gave uncommon zest to the amusement, and fur- nished eternal provocation to the prolonging and varying its features.
Let not the fastidious reader complain of the inconsist- ency of this part of my picture, or censure the levity of my daughters. I am not writing a tragedy, but a history. Sad grief and melancholy cannot, and ought not, for ever to reign in the human face or the human heart. No daugh- ters ever loved a mother more entirely, more fervently, than Marguerite was loved by her children. They were unwea- ried in their attention to her : often was their pillow wa- tered with tears, occasioned by the sad presentiment of the loss they were destined to sustain. But the human mind, particularly in the season of youth, has an unconquerable principle of elasticity in its frame. The bow cannot be kept for ever on the stretch ; and, when the whole soul appears to be bent down by calamity to the grave, it will often sur- s 3
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• and renew its strength. The
ingenuous natuie of (hi iris led them indeed occa-
sionally to reproach themsehes with these moments of cheerfulness as with a crime. Hut it was no crime. None but the uncharitably rigorous and morose will charge It upon them MS a mine. It interfered with no dt; diminished no attention ; Jt had no tendency to haideti their hearts. It was a (a\ they paul to the impel fectness of our . ; it WW ft tribute of ^.itiuuK' ti> that (Jotl who. wliile he deals out to us the most ternhle ealamitu • not to uii\ with the eopious diau^ht some solitary ilrops of beneflcenc*. Julia alone, whose temper was eoustitution-
aml soft, entered little intv
whieh her youngest s. he eternal leader and untired
jiarUker. Yet even upon the grave eountenanee of Julia theywouKl sometimes pro\oke an unwilling smile, \\hu~h upon her eouutenance sat with nneommon lu>:
The hilarity and loveliness whieh lleetor fouiul in the midst of luy taiuily and inereaseil the attach-
ment he be K-l for myself. Me could not behe\e
that the father of sueh tlaughters. ami the ehosen lr. i>f sneh a consort, could be destitute of a title tv» be loved. He reasoned in his own way upon the attempt 1 hail made to corrupt his fidelity, an attack whieh he never thoroughly dig*tted. 1 have reason to belie\e :!•..;: his attendance upon my chemical processes, anil the wonders 1 occasionally allowed to excite his astonishment, did not tend to i me in his good opinion. Hut he could not a\oid wit- nessing in me many of the virtues of a gtxnl husknul ami d these, so new to his obsc
impressvd him in my fa\our. The regularity of my habits anil the mildness of my carriage were also calculated his attention and esteem. Never had the poor fellow's af. fections been >o foicibly called out as they were in his new- situation ; and he would cheerftUly have stretched out his neck to the assassin's knife, to have warded otf impending CM! from the meanest of r.s.
Prosperity and ease have oAen heen found the part- wishes and inclinations unfelt before. Adversity is the season of sober thought, calls home the erratic mmd. and
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teache:, us l.o he cheaply satisfied, lint the uiiiii who has many :-i all fi iii from daily an yd nnliied. Six li was the ••ilualM/n ol' ll-'t,,, : \\«-\ was in love. Our sweet ;(|,,| • unple mansion was distant scaici |y moie than I wo bundled yards fioin a characteristic Ilahan villave. Tin- maid of a )illl liad canvlil I ir-. UK •:• pi IK ii'i (| In ait. lie had hern invilrd by *om tin ulln'iiji, ; and, (hough I should have !, that my « coidd not, have lh« h.atl to d. ny him. It was, w> far an i knew, lln- hi;-.l and tin- la:,t linn that llcd.or iiad ( •, • \oili-d lo it. lint I wa . d'-Mvid. llcclot had piovid ihc gayeHt and moht amuvJn^ of llic whole
luln.' wa jn- ..hail llhlc, ;UI |.'i((- liaii/ile-,-. and ;M,O Ihon and anln ;,ni| d;iii end. In a word, the a of the jelly hu 01 ion ••, The oveilmc, •).•• made and ihe hires she threw out were tOO glaring to e cape (he notice even of (hr niode-l Hector. lie frit hinc.ell fhitli-ird, 'iMli [f human nalnn , at KU(1- tlenly hecomm;' an ohjrct of admiration and prdeienee to a woman, whom his imagination, :-;limula1.r |)ailiality, atlind in a hundred charms. He owned himself her , in all fair and hone;,! (rally, lo tin; World's end.
Love laiudil. Hector a lesson which he had never Jeam«d
hefo/i-. In natinc he was frank, and. || fai a. fidelity U>
In. ma- i
.Mifdit him dissimulation! A vulgar footman or
clown is as forward as the moM empty bean, jn hoasling of
the tnnmphs he ha:, :.'am«d ovr the frmalr heart, and in
sacnfi'inr' the lepntation of tho e Vvho have loved him at
the liiine of his vanity. Not such wan Hector, lie wbut
op In. new sensations and MV
Natnrr worked within him, and he would have
bflCn a«hamed to HjM-ak, and
now felt, till now n«,-ver c •>. j« ni -need. His artless and in-
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genuous temper in this one particular assumed the guise of cunning. Never did he tell his love in the ear of any in- different auditor ; assiduously did he avoid pronouncing even the name of her to whom he was attached. In any other case he would have announced to me his inclinations, and previously demanded my leave of absence for his ex- cursions. But love seemed to him imperiously to command privacy, and he employed every imaginable precaution to prevent me and all human beings from knowing whither he went, or that he was absent at all.
In one of his visits to his fair donzella, he happened in- cautiously to drop some very remote hint of the scenes hi which he had just been engaged with me in my secret grotto. The curiosity of the girl was strongly roused ; she questioned him further. He started, and was terrified to recollect what he had said. I had strictly enjoined him secrecy towards every member of my family : my pre- caution had extended no further ; for, as I have said, I scarcely knew that he had the most casual intercourse with any person beyond my own roof. But Hector naturally dreaded that what I was so earnest to conceal from every one in my house he would be highly to blame to com- municate to a stranger. He therefore peremptorily refused, and with many signs of distress, to say another word on the subject.
The donzella, piqued at his resistance, had recourse to female arts. She was cruel ; she uttered words of sharp displeasure and disdain ; she knew that a person who re- fused her such a trifle could not have an atom of regard for her • she commanded him never to see her more. Unsuc- cessful in these expedients, she had recourse to expedients of a different sort. She wept ; she called him base, false- hearted and unkind ; she saw he was determined to be the death of her ; she was seized with strong fits of sobbing and hysterical affection. In the midst of all this he was as unmoved as a rock of marble. He interpreted every thing that passed in its most literal form ; he felt more severely her unkindness, and sympathised more truly in her distress, than perhaps any human creature would have done. But no further could she gain upon him. The confidence
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of his master was in question, and he would sooner have died upon the rack, than run the slightest risk of betray- ing it.
From these arts she descended to arts more congenial to the habits of her life. She summoned all her skill to per- plex him with cunning and insidious questions. From her questions he ought to have fled ; but of this Hector was in- capable. He was distressed by her severity,, he grieved for the unintentional pain he had caused her. All these cir- cumstances melted his heart ; and he could not resolve upon anything that was not considerate and respectful towards her. As the framing of artful questions was the strong-hold of the donzella, and she might have challenged in this article the most hoary practitioner of the quibbling bar, so it was exactly the weakest side upon which poor Hector could be attacked. His simplicity yielded him up a defenceless prey to the assailant ; least of all human undertakings was he ca- pable of detecting the various faces of a doubtful question, and of guarding himself against the traps of an insidious foe. It was not till the fourth interview from Hector's ori- ginal hint, that the donzella had recourse to this species of attack ; and she did not withdraw her forces, till she had extorted from him all he knew.
When Hector found that all his guards were baffled and put to flight, he had then recourse to the only expedient that remained, conjuring her by every thing sacred and every thing tremendous, not to betray a trust she had so ungenerously obtained from him. She readily promised every thing he desired. Soothed by her compliance, he determined not to mention to me the lapse of which he had been guilty. It would in his opinion have been little less than treason, to suspect his Dulcinea of indiscretion or frailty. In the breast of this miracle of nature was not his loyalty as secure as it could be even in his own ? Why then should he betray the secret of his love, which had never yet been confided even to the senseless air ? Why should he subject himself to the inconceivable anguish and confusion, of owning, where my interests, or where my wishes were concerned, that he had been found tripping and imperfect? Why should he inflict a pain, or cause
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in me a fear, which he knew, and he only could know, was groundless ? Thus it happened that 1 had one more confident of what I purposed should be secret, than I was myself in the smallest degree advertised of. '
The consequences of this indiscretion of my servant were not slow in rendering themselves visible. The donzella was by no means so scrupulous or delicate in her senti- ments, as my humble, but faithful, attendant. As she had given her company to Hector, she had had an opportunity of observing in him such integrity and goodness of heart, as could not fail to extort the esteem of any human being. She really honoured him ; she was unwilling to give him any cause of uneasiness. But she had another lover ; per- haps she had more. The laws of chastity she regarded as prejudices, and believed they were never formed for persons in her situation in society. She was of opinion that the more lovers she had, provided she satisfied them all, the more completely did she improve the talents with which Heaven had endowed her. Few women have any secrets for the man they admit to their embraces. In an hour of amorous dalliance she communicated to Agostino, the ostler, all that she knew of the conjurations and spells of Monsieur Boismorand, such was the name I had assumed upon my entrance into Italy. Her communication was probably at- tended with cautions, imitated from those with which Hector had so industriously loaded the donzella in the preceding example. Perhaps the illustrissimo Agostino had another mistress, with whom he thought it would be unjust to practise greater reserves than the donzella had done with him. Be that as it will, the rumours which were whispered to my prejudice speedily got air; and, it may be, were re- peated with the greater avidity, on account of the mystery that attended them, and the injunctions of secrecy with which they were accompanied.
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