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Those were the last moments of my life during which I enjoyed the

feeling of happiness. We passed rapidly along; the sun was hot,

but we were sheltered from its rays by a kind of canopy while we

enjoyed the beauty of the scene, sometimes on one side of the

lake, where we saw Mont Saleve, the pleasant banks of Montalegre,

and at a distance, surmounting all, the beautiful Mont Blanc, and

the assemblage of snowy mountains that in vain endeavour to

emulate her; sometimes coasting the opposite banks, we saw the

mighty Jura opposing its dark side to the ambition that would

quit its native country, and an almost insurmountable barrier to

the invader who should wish to enslave it.

I took the hand of Elizabeth. "You are sorrowful, my love. Ah! If

you knew what I have suffered and what I may yet endure, you

would endeavour to let me taste the quiet and freedom from

despair that this one day at least permits me to enjoy."