Soon after an object not less terrific struck her,--a gibbet standing on a point of rock near the entrance of the pass, and immediately over one of the crosses she had before observed.These were hieroglyphics that told a plain and dreadful story.She forbore to point it out to St.Aubert, but it threw a gloom over her spirits, and made her anxious to hasten forward, that they might with certainty reach Rousillon before night-fall.It was necessary, however, that St.Aubert should take some refreshment, and, seating themselves on the short dry turf, they opened the basket of provisions, while by breezy murmurs cool'd, Broad o'er THEIR heads the verdant cedars wave, And high palmetos lift their graceful shade.
-----THEY draw Ethereal soul, there drink reviving gales Profusely breathing from the piney groves, And vales of fragrance; there at a distance hear The roaring floods, and cataracts.**ThomsonSt.Aubert was revived by rest, and by the serene air of this summit;and Valancourt was so charmed with all around, and with the conversation of his companions, that he seemed to have forgotten he had any further to go.Having concluded their ****** repast, they gave a long farewell look to the scene, and again began to ascend.
St.Aubert rejoiced when he reached the carriage, which Emily entered with him; but Valancourt, willing to take a more extensive view of the enchanting country, into which they were about to descend, than he could do from a carriage, loosened his dogs, and once more bounded with them along the banks of the road.He often quitted it for points that promised a wider prospect, and the slow pace, at which the mules travelled, allowed him to overtake them with ease.
Whenever a scene of uncommon magnificence appeared, he hastened to inform St.Aubert, who, though he was too much tired to walk himself, sometimes made the chaise wait, while Emily went to the neighbouring cliff.
It was evening when they descended the lower alps, that bind Rousillon, and form a majestic barrier round that charming country, leaving it open only on the east to the Mediterranean.The gay tints of cultivation once more beautified the landscape; for the lowlands were coloured with the richest hues, which a luxuriant climate, and an industrious people can awaken into life.Groves of orange and lemon perfumed the air, their ripe fruit glowing among the foliage;while, sloping to the plains, extensive vineyards spread their treasures.Beyond these, woods and pastures, and mingled towns and hamlets stretched towards the sea, on whose bright surface gleamed many a distant sail; while, over the whole scene, was diffused the purple glow of evening.This landscape with the surrounding alps did, indeed, present a perfect picture of the lovely and the sublime, of 'beauty sleeping in the lap of horror.'
The travellers, having reached the plains, proceeded, between hedges of flowering myrtle and pomegranate, to the town of Arles, where they proposed to rest for the night.They met with ******, but neat accommodation, and would have passed a happy evening, after the toils and the delights of this day, had not the approaching separation thrown a gloom over their spirit.It was St.Aubert's plan to proceed, on the morrow, to the borders of the Mediterranean, and travel along its shores into Languedoc; and Valancourt, since he was now nearly recovered, and had no longer a pretence for continuing with his new friends, resolved to leave them here.St.Aubert, who was much pleased with him, invited him to go further, but did not repeat the invitation, and Valancourt had resolution enough to forego the temptation of accepting it, that he might prove himself not unworthy of the favour.On the following morning, therefore, they were to part, St.Aubert to pursue his way to Languedoc, and Valancourt to explore new scenes among the mountains, on his return home.During this evening he was often silent and thoughtful; St.
Aubert's manner towards him was affectionate, though grave, and Emily was serious, though she made frequent efforts to appear cheerful.
After one of the most melancholy evenings they had yet passed together, they separated for the night.