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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
.
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
.
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
.
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
doting
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
.
Everything
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
.
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
.
For
a
long
time
I
was
their
only
care
.
My
mother
had
much
desired
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
.
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
.
