The Mysteries of Udolpho

When she had come to this decision, her mind became more composed,

though she still anxiously listened, and often started at ideal sounds,

that appeared to issue from the stair-case.

Having sat in darkness for some hours, during all which time Annette did

not appear, she began to have serious apprehensions for her; but, not

daring to venture down into the castle, was compelled to remain in

uncertainty, as to the cause of this unusual absence.

Emily often stole to the stair-case door, to listen if any step

approached, but still no sound alarmed her: determining, however, to

watch, during the night, she once more rested on her dark and desolate

couch, and bathed the pillow with innocent tears. She thought of her

deceased parents and then of the absent Valancourt, and frequently

called upon their names; for the profound stillness, that now reigned,

was propitious to the musing sorrow of her mind.

While she thus remained, her ear suddenly caught the notes of distant

music, to which she listened attentively, and, soon perceiving this

to be the instrument she had formerly heard at midnight, she rose, and

stepped softly to the casement, to which the sounds appeared to come

from a lower room.

n a few moments, their soft melody was accompanied by a voice so full

of pathos, that it evidently sang not of imaginary sorrows. Its sweet

and peculiar tones she thought she had somewhere heard before; yet, if

this was not fancy, it was, at most, a very faint recollection. It

stole over her mind, amidst the anguish of her present suffering, like a

celestial strain, soothing, and re-assuring her;--'Pleasant as the gale

of spring, that sighs on the hunter's ear, when he awakens from dreams

of joy, and has heard the music of the spirits of the hill.'* (*Ossian. [A. R.])

But her emotion can scarcely be imagined, when she heard sung, with the

taste and simplicity of true feeling, one of the popular airs of her

native province, to which she had so often listened with delight, when

a child, and which she had so often heard her father repeat! To this

well-known song, never, till now, heard but in her native country, her

heart melted, while the memory of past times returned. The pleasant,

peaceful scenes of Gascony, the tenderness and goodness of her parents,

the taste and simplicity of her former life--all rose to her fancy, and

formed a picture, so sweet and glowing, so strikingly contrasted

with the scenes, the characters and the dangers, which now surrounded

her--that her mind could not bear to pause upon the retrospect, and

shrunk at the acuteness of its own sufferings.