The Orphan of the Rhine
Thou art indeed ill-fated;
Snatch'd, when an infant, from thy nurse's arms.
And borne we known not whither.
--LANGHORNE
Near that long tract of hills, known by the name of Mount Jura, was
situated, in the year 1605, the cottage of Julie de Rubine; commanding
on one side a view of Geneva and its Lake, lying north of the town,
and on the other an extensive plain, covered with pine-woods and
pasturage: beyond which arose, in various forms and directions, that
vast range of Alps which divide Italy from Savoy, forming a natural
barrier to Geneva and its little territory.
The owner of this secluded retreat, having met with some peculiar
misfortunes, originating from the depravity of those with whom she was
unhappily connected, had disengaged herself from the world at that
period of existence when it usually presents the most alluring
prospects; and accompanied by her infant son and one faithful
domestic, had taken refuge in retirement.
After having passed some years in uninterrupted solitude, she was one
evening returning from a monastery, near Ripaille, which formerly
belonged to the hermits of St Maurice, whither she had been at
confession, and was pursuing her way through a large forest, whose
vistas terminated upon the Lake, when she observed a cabriolet move
along at some distance before her, which afterwards stopped at her
door.
Before Julie de Rubine arrived at her cottage, the traveller, who was
a female, had alighted, and on hearing her name, advanced some paces
to receive her. She was a tall thin woman, of a pale, healthy
appearance. Her dress bespoke her of the middle rank of life, and an
infant that she held in her arms, which was entirely obscured in a
mantle, intimated that she acted in the capacity of nurse.
After having unfolded the occasion of her visit, the stranger
presented the recluse with a letter, which she informed her was from
the Marchese de Montferrat. Julie de Rubine started, and appeared much
affected. The messenger observed these emotions with concern, and
endeavoured to remove the cause by introducing a new subject of
conversation. She discoursed upon the temperature of the climate, the
fineness of the weather, and related many little adventures they had
met with upon the road, not forgetting to recite the difficulties they
had encountered as they journeyed over the rocky steeps of Mount
Cennis, on their way from Turin thither, which she assured her had
cost them much labour and fatigue. Julie, who perceived the kindness
of the intention, attempted to subdue the acuteness of those feelings,
which had prevented her from welcoming the stranger with her
accustomed courtesy, and, having in some measure succeeded, ventured
to turn aside the mantle with which the infant was covered, and beheld
a very beautiful female child, apparently about four months old.
Having expressed her astonishment that the stranger should travel so
far with so young a companion, she ordered Dorothée, her servant, to
prepare some refreshment; and taking the Marchesse's letter, with
trembling hand she opened it, and read as follows:
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Snatch'd, when an infant, from thy nurse's arms.
And borne we known not whither.
--LANGHORNE
Near that long tract of hills, known by the name of Mount Jura, was
situated, in the year 1605, the cottage of Julie de Rubine; commanding
on one side a view of Geneva and its Lake, lying north of the town,
and on the other an extensive plain, covered with pine-woods and
pasturage: beyond which arose, in various forms and directions, that
vast range of Alps which divide Italy from Savoy, forming a natural
barrier to Geneva and its little territory.
The owner of this secluded retreat, having met with some peculiar
misfortunes, originating from the depravity of those with whom she was
unhappily connected, had disengaged herself from the world at that
period of existence when it usually presents the most alluring
prospects; and accompanied by her infant son and one faithful
domestic, had taken refuge in retirement.
After having passed some years in uninterrupted solitude, she was one
evening returning from a monastery, near Ripaille, which formerly
belonged to the hermits of St Maurice, whither she had been at
confession, and was pursuing her way through a large forest, whose
vistas terminated upon the Lake, when she observed a cabriolet move
along at some distance before her, which afterwards stopped at her
door.
Before Julie de Rubine arrived at her cottage, the traveller, who was
a female, had alighted, and on hearing her name, advanced some paces
to receive her. She was a tall thin woman, of a pale, healthy
appearance. Her dress bespoke her of the middle rank of life, and an
infant that she held in her arms, which was entirely obscured in a
mantle, intimated that she acted in the capacity of nurse.
After having unfolded the occasion of her visit, the stranger
presented the recluse with a letter, which she informed her was from
the Marchese de Montferrat. Julie de Rubine started, and appeared much
affected. The messenger observed these emotions with concern, and
endeavoured to remove the cause by introducing a new subject of
conversation. She discoursed upon the temperature of the climate, the
fineness of the weather, and related many little adventures they had
met with upon the road, not forgetting to recite the difficulties they
had encountered as they journeyed over the rocky steeps of Mount
Cennis, on their way from Turin thither, which she assured her had
cost them much labour and fatigue. Julie, who perceived the kindness
of the intention, attempted to subdue the acuteness of those feelings,
which had prevented her from welcoming the stranger with her
accustomed courtesy, and, having in some measure succeeded, ventured
to turn aside the mantle with which the infant was covered, and beheld
a very beautiful female child, apparently about four months old.
Having expressed her astonishment that the stranger should travel so
far with so young a companion, she ordered Dorothée, her servant, to
prepare some refreshment; and taking the Marchesse's letter, with
trembling hand she opened it, and read as follows:
The Orphan of the Rhine
Thou art indeed ill-fated;
Snatch'd, when an infant, from thy nurse's arms.
And borne we known not whither.
--LANGHORNE
Near that long tract of hills, known by the name of Mount Jura, was
situated, in the year 1605, the cottage of Julie de Rubine; commanding
on one side a view of Geneva and its Lake, lying north of the town,
and on the other an extensive plain, covered with pine-woods and
pasturage: beyond which arose, in various forms and directions, that
vast range of Alps which divide Italy from Savoy, forming a natural
barrier to Geneva and its little territory.
The owner of this secluded retreat, having met with some peculiar
misfortunes, originating from the depravity of those with whom she was
unhappily connected, had disengaged herself from the world at that
period of existence when it usually presents the most alluring
prospects; and accompanied by her infant son and one faithful
domestic, had taken refuge in retirement.
After having passed some years in uninterrupted solitude, she was one
evening returning from a monastery, near Ripaille, which formerly
belonged to the hermits of St Maurice, whither she had been at
confession, and was pursuing her way through a large forest, whose
vistas terminated upon the Lake, when she observed a cabriolet move
along at some distance before her, which afterwards stopped at her
door.
Before Julie de Rubine arrived at her cottage, the traveller, who was
a female, had alighted, and on hearing her name, advanced some paces
to receive her. She was a tall thin woman, of a pale, healthy
appearance. Her dress bespoke her of the middle rank of life, and an
infant that she held in her arms, which was entirely obscured in a
mantle, intimated that she acted in the capacity of nurse.
After having unfolded the occasion of her visit, the stranger
presented the recluse with a letter, which she informed her was from
the Marchese de Montferrat. Julie de Rubine started, and appeared much
affected. The messenger observed these emotions with concern, and
endeavoured to remove the cause by introducing a new subject of
conversation. She discoursed upon the temperature of the climate, the
fineness of the weather, and related many little adventures they had
met with upon the road, not forgetting to recite the difficulties they
had encountered as they journeyed over the rocky steeps of Mount
Cennis, on their way from Turin thither, which she assured her had
cost them much labour and fatigue. Julie, who perceived the kindness
of the intention, attempted to subdue the acuteness of those feelings,
which had prevented her from welcoming the stranger with her
accustomed courtesy, and, having in some measure succeeded, ventured
to turn aside the mantle with which the infant was covered, and beheld
a very beautiful female child, apparently about four months old.
Having expressed her astonishment that the stranger should travel so
far with so young a companion, she ordered Dorothée, her servant, to
prepare some refreshment; and taking the Marchesse's letter, with
trembling hand she opened it, and read as follows:
Snatch'd, when an infant, from thy nurse's arms.
And borne we known not whither.
--LANGHORNE
Near that long tract of hills, known by the name of Mount Jura, was
situated, in the year 1605, the cottage of Julie de Rubine; commanding
on one side a view of Geneva and its Lake, lying north of the town,
and on the other an extensive plain, covered with pine-woods and
pasturage: beyond which arose, in various forms and directions, that
vast range of Alps which divide Italy from Savoy, forming a natural
barrier to Geneva and its little territory.
The owner of this secluded retreat, having met with some peculiar
misfortunes, originating from the depravity of those with whom she was
unhappily connected, had disengaged herself from the world at that
period of existence when it usually presents the most alluring
prospects; and accompanied by her infant son and one faithful
domestic, had taken refuge in retirement.
After having passed some years in uninterrupted solitude, she was one
evening returning from a monastery, near Ripaille, which formerly
belonged to the hermits of St Maurice, whither she had been at
confession, and was pursuing her way through a large forest, whose
vistas terminated upon the Lake, when she observed a cabriolet move
along at some distance before her, which afterwards stopped at her
door.
Before Julie de Rubine arrived at her cottage, the traveller, who was
a female, had alighted, and on hearing her name, advanced some paces
to receive her. She was a tall thin woman, of a pale, healthy
appearance. Her dress bespoke her of the middle rank of life, and an
infant that she held in her arms, which was entirely obscured in a
mantle, intimated that she acted in the capacity of nurse.
After having unfolded the occasion of her visit, the stranger
presented the recluse with a letter, which she informed her was from
the Marchese de Montferrat. Julie de Rubine started, and appeared much
affected. The messenger observed these emotions with concern, and
endeavoured to remove the cause by introducing a new subject of
conversation. She discoursed upon the temperature of the climate, the
fineness of the weather, and related many little adventures they had
met with upon the road, not forgetting to recite the difficulties they
had encountered as they journeyed over the rocky steeps of Mount
Cennis, on their way from Turin thither, which she assured her had
cost them much labour and fatigue. Julie, who perceived the kindness
of the intention, attempted to subdue the acuteness of those feelings,
which had prevented her from welcoming the stranger with her
accustomed courtesy, and, having in some measure succeeded, ventured
to turn aside the mantle with which the infant was covered, and beheld
a very beautiful female child, apparently about four months old.
Having expressed her astonishment that the stranger should travel so
far with so young a companion, she ordered Dorothée, her servant, to
prepare some refreshment; and taking the Marchesse's letter, with
trembling hand she opened it, and read as follows:
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| BN ID: | 2940013693180 |
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| Publisher: | WDS Publishing |
| Publication date: | 01/19/2012 |
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