TEXTS : 1831 EDITION : VOL. I
Chapter 1
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I AM by
birth a Genevese; and my family is one of the
most distinguished of that republic.
My ancestors
had been for many years counsellors and syndics;
and my father had filled several public situations
with honour and reputation. He was respected by all
who knew him, for his integrity and indefatigable
attention to public
business. He passed his younger days perpetually
occupied by the affairs of his country; and a variety
of circumstances had prevented his marrying early,
nor was it until the decline
of life that he became a husband and the father
of a family.
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As the circumstances of his marriage illustrate
his character, I cannot refrain from relating them.
One of his most intimate friends was a merchant, who,
from a flourishing state, fell, through numerous
mischances, into poverty. This man, whose name was
Beaufort,
was of a proud and unbending disposition, and could
not bear to live in poverty and oblivion in the same
country
where he had formerly been distinguished for his rank
and magnificence. Having paid his debts, therefore,
in the most honourable manner, he retreated with his
daughter to the town of Lucerne, where he lived
unknown and in wretchedness. My
father loved Beaufort with the truest friendship,
and was deeply grieved by his retreat in these
unfortunate circumstances. He bitterly deplored the
false pride which led his friend to a conduct so
little worthy of the affection that united them. He
lost no time in endeavouring to seek him out, with
the hope of persuading him to begin the world again
through his credit and assistance.
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Beaufort had taken effectual measures to conceal
himself; and it was ten months before my father
discovered his abode. Overjoyed at this discovery, he
hastened to the house, which was situated in a mean
street, near the Reuss.
But when he entered, misery and despair alone
welcomed him. Beaufort had saved but a very small sum
of money from the wreck of his fortunes; but it was
sufficient to provide him with sustenance for some
months, and in the meantime he hoped to procure some
respectable employment in a merchant's house. The
interval was, consequently, spent
in inaction; his grief only became more deep and
rankling, when he had leisure for reflection; and at
length it took so fast hold of his mind, that at the
end of three months he lay on a bed of sickness,
incapable of any exertion.
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His daughter attended
him with the greatest tenderness; but she saw with
despair that their little fund was rapidly
decreasing, and that there was no other prospect of
support. But Caroline Beaufort possessed a mind of an
uncommon mould; and her courage rose to support her
in her adversity. She procured plain
work; she plaited
straw; and by various means contrived to earn a
pittance scarcely sufficient to support life.
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Several months passed in this manner. Her father
grew worse; her time was more entirely occupied in
attending him; her means of subsistence decreased;
and in the tenth month her father died in her arms,
leaving her an orphan
and a beggar. This last blow overcame her; and she
knelt by Beaufort's coffin, weeping bitterly, when my
father entered the chamber. He came like a protecting
spirit to the poor girl, who committed herself to his
care, and after the interment of his friend he
conducted her to Geneva, and placed her under the
protection of a relation. Two
years after this event Caroline became his
wife.
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There was a considerable difference between the
ages of my parents, but this circumstance seemed to
unite them only closer in bonds of devoted affection.
There was a
sense of justice in my father's upright mind,
which rendered it necessary that he should approve
highly to love strongly. Perhaps during former years
he had suffered from the late-discovered unworthiness
of one beloved, and so was disposed to set a greater
value on tried worth. There was a show of gratitude
and worship in his attachment to my mother, differing
wholly from the doating fondness of age, for it was
inspired by reverence for her virtues, and a desire
to be the means of, in some degree, recompensing her
for the sorrows she had endured, but which gave
inexpressible grace to his behaviour to her. Every
thing was made to yield to her wishes and her
convenience. He strove to shelter her, as a
fair exotic is sheltered by the gardener, from
every rougher wind, and to surround her with all that
could tend to excite pleasurable emotion in her soft
and benevolent mind. Her health, and even the
tranquillity of her hitherto constant spirit, had
been shaken by what she had gone through. During the
two years that had elapsed previous to their marriage
my father had gradually relinquished all his public
functions; and immediately after their union they
sought the pleasant climate of Italy, and the
change of scene and interest attendant on a tour
through that land of wonders, as a restorative for
her weakened frame.
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From Italy they visited Germany and France. I,
their eldest child, was born at Naples, and as an
infant accompanied them in their rambles. I remained
for several years their only child. Much as they were
attached to each other, they seemed to draw
inexhaustible stores of affection from a very mine of
love to bestow them upon me. My mother's tender
caresses, and my father's smile of benevolent
pleasure while regarding me, are my first
recollections. I was their plaything and their idol,
and something
better—their child, the innocent and
helpless creature bestowed on them by Heaven, whom to
bring up to good, and whose future lot it was in
their hands to direct to happiness or misery,
according as they fulfilled their duties towards me.
With this deep consciousness of what they owed
towards the being to which they had given life, added
to the active spirit of tenderness that animated
both, it may be imagined that while during every hour
of my infant life I received a lesson of patience, of
charity, and of self-control, I was
so guided by a silken cord, that all seemed but
one train of enjoyment to me.
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For a long time I was their only care. My mother
had much desire to have a daughter, but I continued
their single offspring. When I was about five years
old, while making an excursion beyond the frontiers
of Italy, they passed a week on the
shores of the Lake of Como. Their
benevolent disposition often made them enter the
cottages of the poor. This, to my mother, was more
than a duty; it was a necessity, a
passion,—remembering what she had suffered, and
how she had been relieved,— for her to act in
her turn the guardian angel to the afflicted. During
one of their walks a poor cot in the foldings of a
vale attracted their notice, as being singularly
disconsolate, while the number of half-clothed
children gathered about it, spoke of penury in its
worst shape. One day, when my father had gone by
himself to Milan, my mother, accompanied by me,
visited this abode. She found a peasant and his wife,
hard working, bent down by care and labour,
distributing a scanty meal to five hungry babes.
Among these there was one which attracted my mother
far above all the rest. She appeared of a different
stock. The four others were dark-eyed, hardy little
vagrants; this child was thin, and very fair. Her
hair was the brightest living gold, and, despite the
poverty of her clothing, seemed to set a crown of
distinction on her head. Her brow was clear and
ample, her blue eyes cloudless, and her lips and the
moulding of her face so
expressive of sensibility and sweetness, that
none could behold her without looking on her as of a
distinct species, a being heaven-sent, and bearing a
celestial stamp in all her features.
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The peasant woman,
perceiving that my mother fixed eyes of wonder and
admiration on this lovely girl, eagerly communicated
her history. She was not her child, but the daughter
of a Milanese nobleman. Her mother was a German, and
had died on giving her birth. The infant had been
placed with these good people to nurse: they were
better off then. They had not been long married, and
their eldest child was but just born. The father of
their charge was one of those Italians nursed in the
memory of the antique glory of Italy,—one among
the schiavi
ognor frementi , who exerted himself to
obtain the liberty of his country. He became the
victim of its weakness. Whether he had died, or still
lingered in the dungeons of Austria, was not known.
His property was confiscated, his child became an
orphan and a beggar. She continued with her foster
parents, and bloomed in their rude abode, fairer than
a garden rose among dark-leaved brambles.
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When my father returned
from Milan, he found playing with me in the hall of
our villa, a child fairer than pictured
cherub—a creature who seemed to shed radiance
from her looks, and whose form and motions were
lighter than the chamois of the hills. The apparition
was soon explained. With his permission my mother
prevailed on her rustic guardians to yield their
charge to her. They were fond of the sweet orphan.
Her presence had seemed a blessing to them; but it
would be unfair to her to keep her in poverty and
want, when Providence afforded her such powerful
protection. They consulted their village priest, and
the result was, that Elizabeth
Lavenza became the inmate of my parents'
house—my more than sister—the beautiful
and adored companion of all my occupations and my
pleasures.
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Every one loved Elizabeth. The passionate and
almost reverential attachment with which all regarded
her became, while I shared it, my pride and my
delight. On the evening previous to her being brought
to my home, my mother had said playfully,—'I
have a pretty present for my Victor—to-morrow
he shall have it.' And when, on the morrow, she
presented Elizabeth to me as her promised gift, I,
with childish seriousness, interpreted her words
literally, and looked upon Elizabeth as mine—mine
to protect, love, and cherish. All praises
bestowed on her, I received as made to a possession
of my own. We called each other familiarly by the
name of cousin. No word, no expression could body
forth the kind of relation in which she stood to
me—my more than sister, since till death she
was to be mine only.
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