“Father,” I replied, “relate to me, I beseech you, what you know of them; and be assured that there is no man, however depraved by prejudices, but loves to hear of the felicity which nature and virtue bestow.”

Upon this the old man related what follows.

In the year 1735 there came to this spot a young widow named Madame de la Tour.  She was of a noble Norman family; but her husband was of obscure birth.  She had married him portionless, and against the will of her relations, and they had journeyed here to seek their fortune.  The husband soon died, and his widow found herself destitute of every possession except a single negro woman.  She resolved to seek a subsistence by cultivating a small plot of ground, and this was the spot that she chose.

Providence had one blessing in store for Madame de la Tour—­the blessing of a friend.  Inhabiting this spot was a sprightly and sensible woman of Brittany, named Margaret.  She, like madame, had suffered from the sorrows of love; she had fled to the colonies, and had here established herself with her baby and an old negro, whom she had purchased with a poor, borrowed purse.

When Madame de la Tour had unfolded to Margaret her former condition and her present wants the good woman was moved with compassion; she tendered to the stranger a shelter in her cottage and her friendship.  I knew them both, and went to offer them my assistance.  The territory in the rock-basin, amounting to about twenty acres, I divided equally between them.  Margaret’s cottage was on the boundary of her own domain, and close at hand I built another cottage for Madame de la Tour.  Scarcely had I completed it when a daughter was born to madame.  She was called Virginia; the infant son of Margaret bore the name of Paul.

The two friends, so dear to each other in spite of their difference in rank, spun cotton for a livelihood.  They seldom visited Port Louis, for fear of the contempt with which they were treated on account of the coarseness of their dress.  But if they were exposed to a little suffering when abroad, they returned home with so much more additional satisfaction.  They found there cleanliness and freedom, blessings which they owed entirely to their own industry, and to servants animated with zeal and affection.  As for themselves, they had but one will, one interest, one table.  They had everything in common.

Their mutual love redoubled at the sight of their two children.  Nothing was to be compared with the attachment which the babes showed for each other.  If Paul complained, they brought Virginia to him; at the sight of her he was pacified.  If Virginia suffered, Paul lamented; but Virginia was wont to conceal her pain, that her sufferings might not distress him.  All their study was to please and assist each other.  They had been taught no religion but that which instructs us to love one another; and they raised toward heaven innocent hands and pure hearts, filled with the love of their parents.  Thus passed their early infancy, like a beautiful dawn, which seems to promise a still more beautiful day.