induced this preference.  Often at sunset, I have walked with her, in the sober, enshadowed forest paths, and listened with joyful sympathy.  Security gave dignity to her passion; the certainty of a full return, left her with no wish unfulfilled.  The birth of her daughter, embryo copy of her Raymond, filled up the measure of her content, and produced a sacred and indissoluble tie between them.  Sometimes she felt proud that he had preferred her to the hopes of a crown.  Sometimes she remembered that she had suffered keen anguish, when he hesitated in his choice.  But this memory of past discontent only served to enhance her present joy.  What had been hardly won, was now, entirely possessed, doubly dear.  She would look at him at a distance with the same rapture, (O, far more exuberant rapture!) that one might feel, who after the perils of a tempest, should find himself in the desired port; she would hasten towards him, to feel more certain in his arms, the reality of her bliss.  This warmth of affection, added to the depth of her understanding, and the brilliancy of her imagination, made her beyond words dear to Raymond.

If a feeling of dissatisfaction ever crossed her, it arose from the idea that he was not perfectly happy.  Desire of renown, and presumptuous ambition, had characterized his youth.  The one he had acquired in Greece; the other he had sacrificed to love.  His intellect found sufficient field for exercise in his domestic circle, whose members, all adorned by refinement and literature, were many of them, like himself, distinguished by genius.  Yet active life was the genuine soil for his virtues; and he sometimes suffered tedium from the monotonous succession of events in our retirement.  Pride made him recoil from complaint; and gratitude and affection to Perdita, generally acted as an opiate to all desire, save that of meriting her love.  We all observed the visitation of these feelings, and none regretted them so much as Perdita.  Her life consecrated to him, was a slight sacrifice to reward his choice, but was not that sufficient—­Did he need any gratification that she was unable to bestow?  This was the only cloud in the azure of her happiness.

His passage to power had been full of pain to both.  He however attained his wish; he filled the situation for which nature seemed to have moulded him.  His activity was fed in wholesome measure, without either exhaustion or satiety; his taste and genius found worthy expression in each of the modes human beings have invented to encage and manifest the spirit of beauty; the goodness of his heart made him never weary of conducing to the well-being of his fellow-creatures; his magnificent spirit, and aspirations for the respect and love of mankind, now received fruition; true, his exaltation was temporary; perhaps it were better that it should be so.  Habit would not dull his sense of the enjoyment of power; nor struggles, disappointment and defeat await the end of that which would expire at its maturity.  He determined to extract and condense all of glory, power, and achievement, which might have resulted from a long reign, into the three years of his Protectorate.