It was a wild scheme to make so young a child as Elizabeth the companion of these devious and long wanderings, yet it was her idea that shed golden rays on the boundless prospect he contemplated. He could not have undertaken this long journey alone--memory and remorse his only companions. He was not one of those, unfortunately, whom a bright eye and kindly smile can light at once into a flame--soon burnt out, it is true, but warming and cheering, and yet harmless, while it lasted. He could not, among strangers, at once discern the points to admire, and make, himself the companion of the intelligent and good, through a sort of freemasonry some spirits possess. This was a great defect of character. He was proud and reserved. His esteem must be won--long habits of intimacy formed--his fastidious taste never wounded--his imagination never balked; without this he was silent and wrapped in himself. All his life he had cherished a secret and ardent passion, beyond whose bounds everything was steril--this had changed from the hopes of love to the gnawing pangs of remorse--but still his heart fed on itself--and unless that was interested, and by the force of affection he were called out of himself, he must be miserable. To arrive unwelcomed at an inn--to wander through unknown streets and cities without any stimulus of interest or curiosity--to traverse vast tracts of country, useless to others, a burden to himself, alone--this would have been intolerable. But Elizabeth was the cure; she was the animating soul of his project; her smiles--her caresses--the knowledge that he benefited her, was the life-blood of his design. He indulged, with a sort of rapture, in the feeling that he loved, and was beloved by an angel of innocence, who grew each day into a creature endowed with intelligence, sympathies, hopes, fears, and affections--all individually her own, and yet all modelled by him--centred in him--to whom he was necessary--who would be his; not, like the vain love of his youth, only in imagination, but in every thought and sensation, to the end of time.