The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-IIIJames, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
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The Huguenot: A Tale of the French Protestants. Volumes I-III
James, G. P. R. (George Payne Rainsford)
Huguenots -- Fiction
Nothing occurred to disturb his journey; every thing passed in peace
and tranquillity; known, loved, and respected in that part of the
country, the people vied with each other as to which should show him
the most affectionate civility, and no news either from the capital or
Poitiers had reached him to dissipate the apparent calm around. Every
thing wore the aspect of peace throughout the country. The peasant's
wife sunned herself at the door of her cottage, with distaff and
spindle in hand, plying lightly her daily toil, while her children ran
or crawled about before her, full of enjoyment themselves, and giving
enjoyment to her who beheld them. The peasant pursued his labour in
the fields, and cheered it by a song; and although the Count knew many
of those whom he saw to be Protestants, there was no appearance of
anxiety or apprehension amongst them. Every thing was cheerful, and
contented, and tranquil, and the peace of the scene sank into his
heart. Angels may be supposed to look upon this earth's pleasures with
a feeling of melancholy though not sadness, from a knowledge of their
fragility; and so Albert of Morseiul, though he felt in some degree
calmed and tranquillised by what he saw, yet could not prevent a
sensation of deep melancholy from mingling with his other feelings, as
he thought, "This can but last for a very, very little time."
At length he turned into the very wood where he had encountered the
robbers, which now bore, of course, a very different aspect in the
full daylight from that which it had borne in the depth of the night.
The summer sunshine was now streaming through the green leaves, and
far away between the wide bolls of the trees, the mossy ground might
be seen carpeted with velvet softness, and chequered with bright
catches and streams of light. The road, too, though not in the full
sunshine, was crossed here and there by long lines of radiance, and
the sky over head was seen clear and blue, while every projecting
branch of the tall trees above caught the light, and sparkled with a
brighter green.
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