Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters — Jean-Jacques Rousseau — John Shaqi
Eloisa : $b or, A series of original letters
Jean-Jacques Rousseau · en
_Parte appar deble mamme acerbe e crude,
Parte altrui ne ricopre invida vesta;
Invida, ma s’ agli occhi il varco chiude,
L’amoroso pensier gia non arresta._
I am also not quite satisfied with the dress of the Valaisian ladies:
their gowns are raised so very high behind, that they all appear round
shouldered; yet this, together with their little black coifs, and
other peculiarities of their dress, has a singular effect, and wants
neither simplicity nor elegance. I shall bring you one of their
compleat suits, which I dare say will fit you; it was made to the
finest shape in the whole country.
But whilst I traversed with delight these regions which are so little
known, and so deserving of admiration, where was my Eloisa? Was she
banished my memory? Forget my Eloisa! Forget my own soul! Is it
possible for me to be one moment of my life alone, who exist only
through her? O no! our souls are inseparable, and, by instinct, change
their situation together according to the prevailing state of mine.
When I am in sorrow, she takes refuge with yours, and seeks
consolation in the place where you are; as was the case the day I left
you. When I am happy, being incapable of enjoyment alone, they both
attend upon me, and our pleasure becomes mutual: thus it was during my
whole excursion. I did not take one step without you, nor admire a
single prospect without eagerly pointing its beauties to Eloisa. The
same tree spread its shadow over us both, and we constantly reclined
against the same flowery bank. Sometimes as we sat I gazed with you at
the wonderful scene before us, and sometimes, on my knees I gazed with
rapture on an object more worthy the contemplation of human
sensibility. If I came to a difficult pass, I saw you skip over it
with the activity of the bounding doe. When a torrent happened to
cross our path, I presumed to press you in my arms, walked slowly
through the water, and was always sorry when I reached the opposite
bank. Every thing in that peaceful solitude brought you to my
imagination; the pleasing awfulness of nature, the invariable serenity
of the air, the grateful simplicity of the people, their constant and
natural prudence, the unaffected modesty and innocence of the sex, and
every object that gave pleasure to the eye or to the heart, seemed
inseparably connected with the idea of Eloisa.