OR THE DESERT ISLAND. 1038

Happy are they who shall read this history without
being able to comprehend how an enmity long cherished
and encouraged could produce such an amount of misery,
and retain its firm hold in a heart in all other respects
charitable and generous. He must have been long
exercised in hating, and long devoted to habitual feel-
ings of aversion and schemes of revenge, who could
appreciate fully all that was passing in young Merville’s
heart.

His anguish wag so excessive—his agonies were so in-
tolerable, that he could not remain in his valley: he left
it, walking sometimes at a most rapid pace, sometimes
suddenly stopping lost in sombre reverie. He reached
the shore—the first time that he had ever been on it during
the hottest part of the day: when pains in his head ad-
monished him of the pernicious effects of exposure to the
sun’s piercing rays, he was astonished that the count had
been able to withstand them so long.

Impelled by a nobler motive than mere curiosity, he con-
tinued to ramble along the shore, with the fixed determi-
nation of never retracing his steps until he had ascertained
what had become of the count.

For some time he continued his solitary promenade,
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