the monk(僧侣)-第35章

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towards　it：　　And　when　the　Spanish　Sailor　chaunted　some　well…known
air　as　He　past　my　window；　tears　filled　my　eyes　while　I　thought
upon　my　native　land。　　Gonzalvo　too　。　。　。　　My　Husband　。　。　。'。

Elvira　paused。　　Her　voice　faltered；　and　She　concealed　her　face
with　her　handkerchief。　　After　a　short　silence　She　rose　from　the
Sopha；　and　proceeded。

'Excuse　my　quitting　you　for　a　few　moments：　　The　remembrance　of
what　I　have　suffered　has　much　agitated　me；　and　I　need　to　be
alone。　　Till　I　return　peruse　these　lines。　　After　my　Husband's
death　I　found　them　among　his　papers；　Had　I　known　sooner　that　He
entertained　such　sentiments；　Grief　would　have　killed　me。　　He
wrote　these　verses　on　his　voyage　to　Cuba；　when　his　mind　was
clouded　by　sorrow；　and　He　forgot　that　He　had　a　Wife　and　Children。

What　we　are　losing；　ever　seems　to　us　the　most　precious：　　Gonzalvo
was　quitting　Spain　for　ever；　and　therefore　was　Spain　dearer　to
his　eyes　than　all　else　which　the　World　contained。　　Read　them；
Don　Lorenzo；　They　will　give　you　some　idea　of　the　feelings　of　a
banished　Man！'

Elvira　put　a　paper　into　Lorenzo's　hand；　and　retired　from　the
chamber。　　The　Youth　examined　the　contents；　and　found　them　to　be
as　follows。

　THE　EXILE

Farewell；　Oh！　native　Spain！　Farewell　for　ever！　　　　
These　banished　eyes　shall　view　thy　coasts　no　more；　　
A　mournful　presage　tells　my　heart；　that　never　　　　
Gonzalvo's　steps　again　shall　press　thy　shore。

Hushed　are　the　winds；　While　soft　the　Vessel　sailing　　　　
With　gentle　motion　plows　the　unruffled　Main；　　
I　feel　my　bosom's　boasted　courage　failing；　　　　
And　curse　the　waves　which　bear　me　far　from　Spain。

I　see　it　yet！　Beneath　yon　blue　clear　Heaven　　　　
Still　do　the　Spires；　so　well　beloved；　appear；　　
From　yonder　craggy　point　the　gale　of　Even　　　　
Still　wafts　my　native　accents　to　mine　ear：

Propped　on　some　moss…crowned　Rock；　and　gaily　singing；　　　　
There　in　the　Sun　his　nets　the　Fisher　dries；　　
Oft　have　I　heard　the　plaintive　Ballad；　bringing　　　　
Scenes　of　past　joys　before　my　sorrowing　eyes。

　Ah！　Happy　Swain！　　He　waits　the　accustomed　hour；　　　　
When　twilight…gloom　obscures　the　closing　sky；　　
Then　gladly　seeks　his　loved　paternal　bower；　　　　
And　shares　the　feast　his　native　fields　supply：

Friendship　and　Love；　his　Cottage　Guests；　receive　him　　　　
With　honest　welcome　and　with　smile　sincere；　　
No　threatening　woes　of　present　joys　bereave　him；　　　　
No　sigh　his　bosom　owns；　his　cheek　no　tear。

　Ah！　Happy　Swain！　　Such　bliss　to　me　denying；　　　　
Fortune　thy　lot　with　envy　bids　me　view；　　
Me；　who　from　home　and　Spain　an　Exile　flying；　　　　
Bid　all　I　value；　all　I　love；　adieu。

No　more　mine　ear　shall　list　the　well…known　ditty　　　　
Sung　by　some　Mountain…Girl；　who　tends　her　Goats；　　
Some　Village…Swain　imploring　amorous　pity；　　　　
Or　Shepherd　chaunting　wild　his　rustic　notes：

No　more　my　arms　a　Parent's　fond　embraces；　　　　
No　more　my　heart　domestic　calm；　must　know；　　
Far　from　these　joys；　with　sighs　which　Memory　traces；　　　　
To　sultry　skies；　and　distant　climes　I　go。

Where　Indian　Suns　engender　new　diseases；　　　　
Where　snakes　and　tigers　breed；　I　bend　my　way　　
To　brave　the　feverish　thirst　no　art　appeases；　　　　
The　yellow　plague；　and　madding　blaze　of　day：

But　not　to　feel　slow　pangs　consume　my　liver；　　　　
To　die　by　piece…meal　in　the　bloom　of　age；　　
My　boiling　blood　drank　by　insatiate　fever；　　　　
And　brain　delirious　with　the　day…star's　rage；

Can　make　me　know　such　grief；　as　thus　to　sever　　　　
With　many　a　bitter　sigh；　Dear　Land；　from　Thee；　　
To　feel　this　heart　must　doat　on　thee　for　ever；　　　　
And　feel；　that　all　thy　joys　are　torn　from　me！

Ah　me！　　How　oft　will　Fancy's　spells　in　slumber　　　　
Recall　my　native　Country　to　my　mind！　　
How　oft　regret　will　bid　me　sadly　number　　　　
Each　lost　delight　and　dear　Friend　left　behind！

Wild　Murcia's　Vales；　and　loved　romantic　bowers；　　　　
The　River　on　whose　banks　a　Child　I　played；　　
My　Castle's　antient　Halls；　its　frowning　Towers；　　　　
Each　much…regretted　wood；　and　well…known　Glade；

Dreams　of　the　land　where　all　my　wishes　centre；　　　　
Thy　scenes；　which　I　am　doomed　no　more　to　know；　　
Full　oft　shall　Memory　trace；　my　soul's　Tormentor；　　　　
And　turn　each　pleasure　past　to　present　woe。

But　Lo！　The　Sun　beneath　the　waves　retires；　　　　
Night　speeds　apace　her　empire　to　restore：　　
Clouds　from　my　sight　obscure　the　village…spires；　　　　
Now　seen　but　faintly；　and　now　seen　no　more。

Oh！　breathe　not；　Winds！　Still　be　the　Water's　motion！　　　　
Sleep；　sleep；　my　Bark；　in　silence　on　the　Main！　　
So　when　to…morrow's　light　shall　gild　the　Ocean；　　　　
Once　more　mine　eyes　shall　see　the　coast　of　Spain。

Vain　is　the　wish！　　My　last　petition　scorning；　　　　
Fresh　blows　the　Gale；　and　high　the　Billows　swell：　　
Far　shall　we　be　before　the　break　of　Morning；　　　　
Oh！　then　for　ever；　native　Spain；　farewell！


Lorenzo　had　scarcely　time　to　read　these　lines；　when　Elvira
returned　to　him：　　The　giving　a　free　course　to　her　tears　had
relieved　her；　and　her　spirits　had　regained　their　usual　composure。

'I　have　nothing　more　to　say；　my　Lord；'　said　She；　'You　have　heard
my　apprehensions；　and　my　reasons　for　begging　you　not　to　repeat
your　visits。　　I　have　thrown　myself　in　full　confidence　upon　your
honour：　　I　am　certain　that　you　will　not　prove　my　opinion　of　you
to　have　been　too　favourable。'

'But　one　question　more；　Segnora；　and　I　leave　you。　　Should　the
Duke　of　Medina　approve　my　love；　would　my　addresses　be
unacceptable　to　yourself　and　the　fair　Antonia？'

'I　will　be　open　with　you；　Don　Lorenzo：　　There　being　little
probability　of　such　an　union　taking　place；　I　fear　that　it　is
desired　but　too　ardently　by　my　Daughter。　　You　have　made　an
impression　upon　her　young　heart；　which　gives　me　the　most　serious
alarm：　　To　prevent　that　impression　from　growing　stronger；　I　am
obliged　to　decline　your　acquaintance。　　For　me；　you　may　be　sure
that　I　should　rejoice　at　establishing　my　Child　so　advantageously。
Conscious　that　my　constitution；　impaired　by　grief　and　illness；
forbids　me　to　expect　a　long　continuance　in　this　world；　I　tremble
at　the　thought　of　leaving　her　under　the　protection　of　a　perfect
Stranger。　　The　Marquis　de　las　Cisternas　is　totally　unknown　to　me：

He　will　marry；　His　Lady　may　look　upon　Antonia　with　an　eye　of
displeasure；　and　deprive　her　of　her　only　Friend。　　Should　the
Duke；　your　Uncle；　give　his　consent；　you　need　not　doubt　obtaining
mine；　and　my　Daughter's：　　But　without　his；　hope　not　for　ours。　　At
all　events；　what　ever　steps　you　may　take；　what　ever　may　be　the
Duke's　decision；　till　you　know　it　let　me　beg　your　forbearing　to
strengthen　by　your　presence　Antonia's　prepossession。　　If　the
sanction　of　your　Relations　authorises　your　addressing　her　as　your
Wife；　my　Doors　fly　open　to　you：　　If　that　sanction　is　refused；　be
satisfied　to　possess　my　esteem　and　gratitude；　but　remember；　that
we　must　meet　no　more。'

Lorenzo　promised　reluctantly　to　conform　to　this　decree：　　But　He
added　that　He　hoped　soon　to　obtain　that　consent　which　would　give
him　a　claim　to　the　renewal　of　their　acquaintance。　　He　then
explained　to　her　why　the　Marquis　had　not　called　in　person；　and
made　no　scruple　of　confiding　to　her　his　Sister's　History。　　He
concluded　by　saying　that　He　hoped　to　set　Agnes　at　liberty　the
next　day；　and　that　as　soon　as　Don　Raymond's　fears　were　quieted
upon　this　subject；　He　would　lose　no　time　in　assuring　Donna　Elvira
of　his　friendship　and　protection。

The　Lady　shook　her　head。

'I　tremble　for　your　Sister；'　said　She；　'I　have　heard　many　traits
of　the　Domina　of　St。　Clare's　character；　from　a　Friend　who　was
educated　in　the　same　Convent　with　her。　　She　reported　her　to　be
haughty；　inflexible；　superstitious；　and　revengeful。　　I　have　since
heard　that　She　is　infatuated　with　the　idea　of　rendering　her
Convent　the　most　regular　in　Madrid；　and　never　forgave　those　whose
imprudence　threw　upon　it　the　slightest　stain。　　Though　naturally
violent　and　severe；　when　her　interests　require　it；　She　well　knows
how　to　assume　an　appearance　of　benignity。　　She　leaves　no　means
untried　to　persuade　young　Women　of　rank　to　become　Members　of　her
Community：　　She　is　implacable　when　once　incensed；　and　has　too
much　intrepidity　to　shrink　at　taking　the　most　rigorous　measures
for　punishing　the　Offender。　　Doubtless；　She　will　consider　your
Sister's　quitting　the　Convent　as　a　disgrace　thrown　upon　it：　　She
will　use　every　artifice　to　avoid　obeying　the　mandate　of　his
Holiness；　and　I　shudder　to　think　that　Donna　Agnes　is　in　the
hands　of　this　dangerous　Woman。'

Lorenzo　now　rose　to　take　leave。　　Elvira　gave　him　her　hand　at
parting；　which　He　kissed　respectfully；　and　telling　her　that　He
soon　hoped　for　the　permission　to　salute　that　of　Antonia；　He
returned　to　his　Hotel。　　The　Lady　was　perfectly　satisfied　with　the
conversation　which　had　past　between　them。　　She　looked　forward
with　satisfaction　to　the　prospect　of　his　becoming　her　Son…in…
law；　But　Prudence　bad　her　conceal　from　her　Daughter's　knowledge
the　flattering　hopes　which　Herself　now　ventured　to　entertain。

Scarcely　was　it　day；　and　already　Lorenzo　was　at　the　Convent　of
St。　Clare；　furnished　with　the　necessary　mandate。　　The　Nuns　were
at　Matins。　　He　waited　impatiently　for　the　conclusion　of　the
service；　and　at　length　the　Prioress　appeared　at　the　Parlour
Grate。　　Agnes　was　demanded。　　The　old　Lady　replied；　with　a
melancholy　air；　that　the　dear　Child's　situation　grew　hourly　more
dangerous；　That　the　Physicians　despaired　of　her　life；　But　that
they　had　declared　the　only　chance　for　her　recovery　to　consist　in
keeping　her　quiet；　and　not　to　permit　those　to　approach　her　whose
presence　was　likely　to　agitate　her。　　Not　a　word　of　all　this　was
believed　by　Lorenzo；　any　more　than　He　credited　the　expressions　of
grief　and　affection　for　Agnes；　with　which　this　account　was
interlarded。　　To　end　the　business；　He　put　the　Pope's　Bull　into
the　hands　of　the　Domina；　and　insisted　that；　ill　or　in　health；　his
Sister　should　be　delivered　to　him　without　delay。

The　Prioress　received　the　paper　with　an　air　of　humility：　But　no
sooner　had　her　eye　glanced　over　the　contents；　than　her　resentment
baffled　all　the　efforts　of　Hypocrisy。　　A　deep　crimson　spread
itself　over　her　face；　and　She　darted　upon　Lorenzo　looks　of　rage
and　menace。

'This　order　is　positive；'　said　She　in　a　voice　of　anger；　which　She
in　vain　strove　to　disguise；　'Willingly　would　I　obey　it；　But
unfortunately　it　is　out　of　my　power。'

Lorenzo　interrupted　her　by　an　exclamation　of　surprize。

'I　repeat　it；　Segnor；　to　obey　this　order　is　totally　out　of　my
power。　　From　tenderness　to　a　Brother's　feelings；　I　would　have
communicated　the　sad　event　to　you　by　degrees；　and　have　prepared
you　to　hear　it　with　fortitude。　　My　measures　are　broken　through：　
This　order　commands　me　to　deliver　up　to　you　the　Sister　Agnes
without　delay；　I　am　therefore　obliged　to　inform　you　without
circumlocution；　that　on　Friday　last；　She　expired。'

Lorenzo　started　back　with　horror；　and　turned　pale。　　A　moment's
recollection　convinced　him　that　this　assertion　must　be　false；
and　it　restored　him　to　himself。

'You　deceive　me！'　said　He　passionately；　'But　five　minutes　past
since　you　assured　me　that　though　ill　She　was　still　alive。　
Produce　her　this　instant！　　See　her　I　must　and　will；　and　every
attempt　to　keep　her　from　me　will　be　unavailing。'

'You　forget　yourself；　Segnor；　You　owe　respect　to　my　age　as　well
as　my　profession。