Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 4, April 1852Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XL, No. 4, April 1852
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
About this time the younger Reisach was summoned from England to attend
his father, who was very ill. Soon the good old count died, and his heir
entered upon the title and estates, in a manner so becoming and
consistent with filial affliction, that every one said the young count
was quite equal to the old one. The rougher field sports he had been
accustomed to in England were now abandoned, and he lent his mind to the
more quiet and refined German tastes. Study, poetry, music, painting,
sculpture, divided his attention; he aimed at conciliating and winning
all, the little as well as the great, and no undue ostentation had place
in the details of his establishment. Regular and attentive at church, he
gained the confidence and esteem of pastor as well as flock. Refined and
delicate in his speech, no virtuous peasant-girl shrunk from his
attention whenever he thought proper to bestow it. To the _reunions_ at
the mansion the Curé had a standing invitation; and in return, the young
nobleman strolled out upon many a welcome call at the parsonage. It
would be harsh, it would be unjust, to say that Count Frederick
commenced his attentions there with any deliberate design of wrong.
Ella’s harp and voice were frequently brought into request for his
passing entertainment, and he was not sparing of his eulogiums upon
them. He soon began to experience deeper and more lasting sensations
than the momentary pleasure she intended; no one could do otherwise. In
his presence Ella conversed little, but that little was full of
refinement, of thought and taste. He felt it difficult to smother his
feelings or restrain them; and although he strictly maintained the
distinction in their conditions, in his intercourse with her, and knew
that a violent death must await all his more tender sentiments toward
her, still he was unwilling to deprive himself of the pleasure he
enjoyed in her presence. He was deeply in love with her, and he knew it;
yet supposed that, like many other impressions he had experienced, it
would soon pass away, that he might as well enjoy it whilst it
lasted;—no one would ever be the wiser in the end.
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