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beautiful。
There is no need to dwell on this part of my life。 I have said enough
to indicate that my nature was of the sensitive； unpractical order； and that
it grew up in an uncongenial medium； which could never foster it into
happy； healthy development。 When I was sixteen I was sent to Geneva to
plete my course of education； and the change was a very happy one to
me； for the first sight of the Alps； with the setting sun on them； as we
descended the Jura； seemed to me like an entrance into heaven； and the
three years of my life there were spent in a perpetual sense of exaltation；
as if from a draught of delicious wine； at the presence of Nature in all her
awful loveliness。 You will think； perhaps； that I must have been a poet；
from this early sensibility to Nature。 But my lot was not so happy as that。
A poet pours forth his song and BELIEVES in the listening ear and
answering soul； to which his song will be floated sooner or later。 But the
poet's sensibility without his voicethe poet's sensibility that finds no vent
but in silent tears on the sunny bank； when the noonday light sparkles on
the water； or in an inward shudder at the sound of harsh human tones； the
sight of a cold human eyethis dumb passion brings with it a fatal solitude
of soul in the society of one's fellow…men。 My least solitary moments
were those in which I pushed off in my boat； at evening； towards the
centre of the lake； it seemed to me that the sky； and the glowing mountain…
tops； and the wide blue water； surrounded me with a cherishing love such
as no human face had shed on me since my mother's love had vanished out
of my life。 I used to do as Jean Jacques didlie down in my boat and let
it glide where it would； while I looked up at the departing glow leaving
one mountain…top after the other； as if the prophet's chariot of fire were
passing over them on its way to the home of light。 Then； when the white
summits were all sad and corpse…like； I had to push homeward； for I was
under careful surveillance； and was allowed no late wanderings。 This
disposition of mine was not favourable to the formation of intimate
friendships among the numerous youths of my own age who are always to
be found studying at Geneva。 Yet I made ONE such friendship； and；
singularly enough； it was with a youth whose intellectual tendencies were
the very reverse of my own。 I shall call him Charles Meunier； his real
surnamean English one； for he was of English extractionhaving since
bee celebrated。 He was an orphan； who lived on a miserable pittance
while he pursued the medical studies for which he had a special genius。
Strange！ that with my vague mind； susceptible and unobservant； hating
inquiry and given up to contemplation； I should have been drawn towards
a youth whose strongest passion was science。 But the bond was not an
intellectual one； it came from a source that can happily blend the stupid
with the brilliant； the dreamy with the practical： it came from
munity of feeling。 Charles was poor and ugly； derided by Genevese
gamins； and not acceptable in drawing…rooms。 I saw that he was isolated；
as I was； though from a different cause； and； stimulated by a sympathetic
resentment； I made timid advances towards him。 It is enough to say that
there sprang up as much radeship between us as our different habits
would allow； and in Charles's rare holidays we went up the Saleve
together； or took the boat to Vevay； while I listened dreamily to the
monologues in which he unfolded his bold conceptions of future
experiment and discovery。 I mingled them confusedly in my thought
with glimpses of blue water and delicate floating cloud； with the notes of
birds and the distant glitter of the glacier。 He knew quite well that my
mind was half absent； yet he liked to talk to me in this way； for don't we
talk of our hopes and our projects even to dogs and birds； when they love
us？ I have mentioned this one friendship because of its connexion with a
strange and terrible scene which I shall have to narrate in my subsequent
life。
This happier life at Geneva was put an end to by a severe illness；
which is partly a blank to me； partly a time of dimly…remembered
suffering； with the presence of my father by my bed from time to time。
Then came the languid monotony of convalescence； the days gradually
breaking into variety and distinctness as my strength enabled me to take
longer and longer drives。 On one of these more vividly remembered
days； my father said to me； as he sat beside my sofa …
〃When you are quite well enough to travel； Latimer； I shall take you
home with me。 The journey will amuse you and do you good； for I shall
go through the Tyrol and Austria； and you will see many new places。
Our neighbours； the Filmores； are e； Alfred will join us at Basle； and
we shall all go together to Vienna； and back by Prague〃 。 。 。
My father was called away before he had finished his sentence； and he
left my mind resting on the word PRAGUE； with a strange sense that a
new and wondrous scene was breaking upon me： a city under the broad
sunshine； that seemed to me as if it were the summer sunshine of a long…
past century arrested in its courseunrefreshed for ages by dews of night；
or the rushing rain…cloud； scorching the dusty； weary； time…eaten grandeur
of a people doomed to live on in the stale repetition of memories；