The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Desultory Man: Collection of Ancient and Modern British Novels and Romances. Vol. CXLVII.
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Fiction
In the present instance, I had roamed out early one morning, and had
climbed one of the highest mountains during the continuance of a fog
which I knew to be the forerunner of a bright summer's day. I was
alone; but I ascended the mountainside so far, as to have all the
vapours below me, and to get the blue sky around me. The whole world
below was covered with the fog, which lay condensed and even, like a
calm wide ocean, while round about on every side, from the surface of
the mist, rose innumerable the granite peaks of the mountains,
offering the same aspect which doubtless they had done when they
looked down long centuries before upon the universal deluge. It was an
extraordinary scene, and I paused to gaze upon it long; but as the sun
advanced, he dispelled the mists, and descending by the valley of the
cascade, I stopped by the side of the falling water. After gazing upon
it for a moment, I raised my eyes, when suddenly, through the spray of
the fall and amongst the bushes on the other side, I saw again that
fearful countenance. Covering my eyes with my hand, to shut it out, I
hurried back to the inn, and told my friend B---- what had occurred.
"Let us return to Pau," was his only reply, and we accordingly set out
at once. My command over my mind, however, was now greater than it
formerly had been; and ere we reached that place I had regained my
calmness, and was prepared to act my allotted part with the rest.
THE FRIENDS.
* * * * * * Nor purpose gay,
Amusement, dance or song, he sternly scorns,
For happiness and true philosophy
Are of the social still and smiling kind.--THOMSON.
Our cook--yes, our cook--for we took it into our heads to keep house
at Pau, and did not repent of it, for Therese behaved as well in our
household as ever girl did, and besides other merits, could make fruit
tarts and British dishes, having lived two years with the English
family that I have said we met at Aire.
Our cook then, on our return from the Eaux Bonnes, was called upon for
her accounts, inasmuch as cooks must eat and drink like other animals,
and we had told her to provide herself with what she liked during our
absence. Her bread and her wine formed a regular weekly bill apart,
but farther than that, her expenses amounted to--and she was as fine a
fat rosy-cheeked lass as one would wish to see--amounted to the sum of
three-halfpence per diem. I could scarcely forbear laughing, but I did
so for the good of society. If I had laughed she would have charged
the next people two-pence a-day, as long as she lived, and rightly
too, for surely no one would be economical and laughed at for their
pains?
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