at once various and faithful.  Never did he think of anything but Corinne; and this very occupation of his mind incessantly assumed different characters:  at one time he was governed by reserve, at another he was open and communicative:  one moment he was perfectly calm, and another a prey to the most gloomy and bitter sensations, which proved the depth of his sentiments, but mingled anxiety with confidence and incessantly gave birth to new emotions.  Oswald, internally agitated, endeavoured to assume an external appearance of composure, and Corinne, occupied in conjecturing his thoughts, found in this mystery a continual interest.  One would have said, that the very defects of Oswald were only made to set off his agreeable qualities.  No man, however distinguished, in whose character there was no contradiction, who was subject to no internal conflict, could have captivated the imagination of Corinne.  She felt a sort of awe of Oswald, which subjected her to him.  He reigned over her soul by a good and by an evil power; by his qualities, and by the disquietude which these qualities, badly combined, could inspire:  in short there was no security in the happiness that Lord Nelville conferred, and perhaps the violence of Corinne’s passion was owing to this; perhaps she could only love, to such a degree, him whom she feared to lose.  A superior mind, a sensibility as ardent as it was delicate, might become weary of everything, except that truly extraordinary man, whose soul, constantly agitated, seemed like the sky—­sometimes serene, sometimes covered with clouds.  Oswald, always true, always of profound and impassioned feelings, was nevertheless often ready to renounce the object of his tenderness, because a long habit of mental pain made him believe, that only remorse and suffering could be found in the too exquisite affections of the heart.

Lord Nelville and Corinne, in their journey to Tivoli, passed before the ruins of Adrian’s palace, and the immense garden which surrounded it.  That prince had collected together in this garden, the most rare productions, the most admirable masterpieces of those countries which were conquered by the Romans.  To this very day some scattered stones are seen there, which are called Egypt, India, and Asia.  Farther on was the retreat, where Zenobia, Queen of Palmyra, ended her days.  She did not support in adversity, the greatness of her destiny; she was incapable of dying for glory like a man; or like a woman, dying rather than betray her friend.

At length they discovered Tivoli, which was the abode of so many celebrated men, of Brutus, of Augustus, of Mecenas, and of Catullus; but above all, the abode of Horace, for it is his verse which has rendered this retreat illustrious.  The house of Corinne was built over the noisy cascade of Teverone; at the top of the mountain, opposite her garden, was the temple of the Sybil.  It was a beautiful idea of the ancients, to place their temples on the summits