Book contents
- Frontmatter
- CONTENTS
- Acknowledgements
- List of Figures
- Introduction
- Select Bibliography
- Chronology
- Note on the Text
- Self-Control: A Novel, Volume 1
- Dedication
- ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION
- CHAP. I
- CHAP. II
- CHAP. III
- CHAP. IV
- CHAP. V
- CHAP. VI
- CHAP. VII
- CHAP. VIII
- CHAP. IX
- CHAP. X
- CHAP. XI
- CHAP. XII
- CHAP. XIII
- CHAP. XIV
- CHAP. XV
- CHAP. XVI
- CHAP. XVII
- CHAP. XVIII
- Self-Control: A Novel, Volume 2
- Editorial Notes
- Silent Corrections
- Textual Variants
CHAP. VII
from Self-Control: A Novel, Volume 1
- Frontmatter
- CONTENTS
- Acknowledgements
- List of Figures
- Introduction
- Select Bibliography
- Chronology
- Note on the Text
- Self-Control: A Novel, Volume 1
- Dedication
- ADVERTISEMENT TO THE SECOND EDITION
- CHAP. I
- CHAP. II
- CHAP. III
- CHAP. IV
- CHAP. V
- CHAP. VI
- CHAP. VII
- CHAP. VIII
- CHAP. IX
- CHAP. X
- CHAP. XI
- CHAP. XII
- CHAP. XIII
- CHAP. XIV
- CHAP. XV
- CHAP. XVI
- CHAP. XVII
- CHAP. XVIII
- Self-Control: A Novel, Volume 2
- Editorial Notes
- Silent Corrections
- Textual Variants
Summary
The grey lights of morning shone mild on Glenalbert, as the carriage, which was conveying Laura to scenes unknown, wound slowly up the hill. With watery eyes she looked back on the quiet beauties of her native valley. She listened to the dashing of its stream, till the murmur died on her ear. Her lowly home soon glided behind the woods; but its early smoke rose peaceful from amidst its sheltering oaks, till it blended with the mists of the morning; and Laura gazed on it as on the parting steps of a friend. ‘Oh, vales!’ she exclaimed, ‘where my childhood sported – mountains that have echoed to my songs of praise, amidst your shades may my age find shelter – may your wild-flowers bloom on my grave!’ – Captain Montreville pressed the fair enthusiast to his breast and smiled. It was a smile of pity – for Montreville's days of enthusiasm were past. It was a smile of pleasure – for we love to look upon the transcript of our early feelings. But, whatever it expressed, it was discord with the tone of Laura's mind. It struck cold on her glowing heart; and she carefully avoided uttering a word that might call forth such another, till, bright gleaming in the setting sun, she first beheld romantic Edinburgh. ‘Is it not glorious!’ she cried, tears of wonder and delight glittering in her eyes, and she longed for its re-appearance, when the descent of the little eminence which had favoured their view, excluded the city from their sight.
As the travellers approached the town, Laura, whose attention was rivetted by the castle and its rocks, now frowning majestic in the shades of twilight, and by the antique piles that seemed the work of giants, scarcely bestowed a glance on the neat row of modern buildings along which she was passing, and she was sorry when the carriage turned from the objects of her admiration towards the hotel where Captain Montreville intended to lodge.
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- Self-Controlby Mary Brunton, pp. 39 - 47Publisher: Pickering & ChattoFirst published in: 2014