After this interview he no longer rejected the invitations of La Luc, but made him frequent visits, and often accompanied Adeline and Clara in their rambles. The mild and sensible conversation of the former seemed to soothe his mind, and in her presence he frequently conversed with a degree of animation which La Luc till then had not observed in him. Adeline too derived from the similarity of their taste, and his intelligent conversation, a degree of satisfaction which contributed, with the compassion his dejection inspired, to win her confidence, and she conversed with an easy frankness rather unusual to her. His visits soon became more frequent. He walked with La Luc and his family; he attended them on their little excursions to view those magnificent remains of Roman antiquity which enrich the neighbourhood of Nice. When the ladies sat at home and worked, he enlivened the hours by reading to them, and they had the pleasure to observe his spirits somewhat relieved from the heavy melancholy that had oppressed him. M. Amand was passionately fond of music. Clara had not forgot to bring her beloved lute: he would sometimes strike the chords in the most sweet and mournful symphonies, but never could be prevailed on to play. When Adeline or Clara played, he would sit in deep reverie, and lost to every object around him, except when he fixed his eyes in mournful gaze on Adeline, and a sigh would sometimes escape him. One evening, Adeline having excused herself from accompanying La Luc and Clara in a visit to a neighbouring family, she retired to the terrace of the garden which overlooked the sea; and as she viewed the tranquil splendour of the setting sun, and his glories reflected on the polished surface of the waves, she touched the strings of the lute in softest harmony, her voice accompanying it with words which she had one day written after having read that rich effusion of Shakespeare's genius, "A Midsummer Night's Dream." TITANIA TO HER LOVE. O! fly with me through distant air To isles that gem the western deep! For laughing Summer revels there, And hangs her wreath on every steep. As through the green transparent sea Light floating on the waves we go, The nymphs shall gaily welcome me, Far in their coral caves below. For oft upon their margin sands, When twilight leads the freshening hours, I come with all my jocund bands To charm them from their sea-green bowers. And well they love our sports to view, And on the ocean's breast to lave; And oft as we the dance renew, They call up music from the wave. Swift hie we to that splendid clime, Where gay Jamaica spreads her scene, Lifts the blue mountain--wild--sublime! And smooths her vales of vivid green. Where throned high, in pomp of shade, The _power of vegetation_ reigns, Expanding wide, o'er hill and glade, Shrubs of all growth--fruit of all stains: