The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)Burney, Fanny
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The Wanderer; or, Female Difficulties (Volume 4 of 5)
Burney, Fanny
France -- History -- Revolution, 1789-1799 -- Refugees -- Fiction; Historical fiction; Refugees -- Fiction; War stories
The evening was still but little advanced; the atmosphere was as
serenely clear, as the beauties which met her sight were sublimely
picturesque; and the gay luxuriance of the scenery, though chastened by
loneliness and silence, invited smiling admiration. Chiefly she was
struck with the noble aspect of the richly variegated woods, whose aged
oaks appeared to be spreading their venerable branches to offer shelter
from the storms of life, as well as of the elements, charming her
imagination by their lofty grandeur; while the zephyrs, which agitated
their verdant foliage, seemed but their animation. Soon, however, all
observation was seized and absorbed by the benignant west, where the
sun, with glory indescribable and ever new, appeared to be concentrating
its refulgence, to irradiate the world with its parting blessing: while
the extatic wild notes, and warbling, intuitive harmony of the feathered
race, struck her ear as sounds celestial, issuing from the abode of
angels; or to that abode chanting invitation.
Here, for the first time, she ceased to sigh for social intercourse; she
had no void, no want; her mind was sufficient to itself; Nature,
Reflection, and Heaven seemed her own! Oh Gracious Providence! she
cried, supreme in goodness as in power! What lesson can all the
eloquence of rhetoric, science, erudition, or philosophy produce, to
restore tranquillity to the troubled, to preserve it in the wise, to
make it cheerful to the innocent,--like the simple view of beautiful
nature? so divine in its harmony, in its variety so exquisite! Oh great
Creator! beneficent! omnipotent! thy works and religion are one!
Religion! source and parent of resignation! under thy influence how
supportable is every earthly calamity! how supportable, because how
transitory becomes all human woe, where heaven and eternity seem full in
view!
Thus, in soul-expanding contemplation, Juliet composed her spirits and
recruited her strength, while she awaited the dusky hue of twilight to
discover some retreat; and not without reluctance she then quitted the
delicious spot, where her weary mind and body had been alike refreshed
with repose and consolation.
Though too much occupied by the certain and cruel danger from which she
was running, to bestow much attention upon the uncertain, yet immediate
and local risks to which she might be liable, she was not, now, sorry to
regain a beaten track, of which the rugged ruts shewed the recent
passage of a rural vehicle.
In a few minutes, she descried a small cart, directed by a man on foot,
who was jovially talking with some companion.
While seeking to discover whether their appearance were such as might
encourage her to ask their assistance upon her way, she was startled
with a cry of 'Why if there ben't Deb. Dyson! O the jeade! if I ben't
venged of un! a would no' know me this very blessed morning!'
'Deb. Dyson?' answered the other: 'no, a be too slim for Debby. Debby'd
outweigh the double o' un.'
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