第44章 Chapter 10(2)

We had both of us,but he chiefly,the strongest prejudice against the Baths of Lucca;taking them for a sort of wasp's nest of scandal and gaming,and expecting to find everything trodden flat by the continental English --yet,I wanted to see the place,because it is a place to see,after all.So we came,and were so charmed by the exquisite beauty of the scenery,by the coolness of the climate,and the absence of our countrymen --political troubles serving admirably our private requirements,that we made an offer for rooms on the spot,and returned to Florence for Baby and the rest of our establishment without further delay.Here we are then.We have been here more than a fortnight.We have taken an apartment for the season --four months,paying twelve pounds for the whole term,and hoping to be able to stay till the end of October.The living is cheaper than even in Florence,so that there has been no extravagance in coming here.

In fact Florence is scarcely tenable during the summer from the excessive heat by day and night,even if there were no particular motive for leaving it.

We have taken a sort of eagle's nest in this place --the highest house of the highest of the three villages which are called the Bagni di Lucca,and which lie at the heart of a hundred mountains sung to continually by a rushing mountain stream.The sound of the river and of the cicale is all the noise we hear.Austrian drums and carriage-wheels cannot vex us,God be thanked for it!The silence is full of joy and consolation.

I think my husband's spirits are better already,and his appetite improved.

Certainly little Babe's great cheeks are growing rosier and rosier.

He is out all day when the sun is not too strong,and Wilson will have it that he is prettier than the whole population of babies here....

Then my whole strength has wonderfully improved --just as my medical friends prophesied,--and it seems like a dream when I find myself able to climb the hills with Robert,and help him to lose himself in the forests.Ever since my confinement I have been growing stronger and stronger,and where it is to stop I can't tell really.I can do as much or more than at any point of my life since I arrived at woman's estate.The air of the place seems to penetrate the heart,and not the lungs only:it draws you,raises you,excites you.Mountain air without its keenness --sheathed in Italian sunshine --think what that must be!

And the beauty and the solitude --for with a few paces we get free of the habitations of men --all is delightful to me.

What is peculiarly beautiful and wonderful,is the variety of the shapes of the mountains.They are a multitude --and yet there is no likeness.

None,except where the golden mist comes and transfigures them into one glory.

For the rest,the mountain there wrapt in the chestnut forest is not like that bare peak which tilts against the sky --nor like the serpent-twine of another which seems to move and coil in the moving coiling shadow....'

She writes again:

Bagni di Lucca:Oct.2('49).

'...I have performed a great exploit --ridden on a donkey five miles deep into the mountain,to an almost inaccessible volcanic ground not far from the stars.Robert on horseback,and Wilson and the nurse (with Baby)on other donkies,--guides of course.We set off at eight in the morning,and returned at six P.M.after dining on the mountain pinnacle,I dreadfully tired,but the child laughing as usual,burnt brick colour for all bad effect.No horse or ass untrained for the mountains could have kept foot a moment where we penetrated,and even as it was,one could not help the natural thrill.No road except the bed of exhausted torrents --above and through the chestnut forests precipitous beyond what you would think possible for ascent or descent.

Ravines tearing the ground to pieces under your feet.The scenery,sublime and wonderful,satisfied us wholly,as we looked round on the world of innumerable mountains,bound faintly with the grey sea --and not a human habitation....'

The following fragment,which I have received quite without date,might refer to this or to a somewhat later period.

'If he is vain about anything in the world it is about my improved health,and I say to him,"But you needn't talk so much to people,of how your wife walked here with you,and there with you,as if a wife with a pair of feet was a miracle of nature."'

Florence:Feb.18('50).

'...You can scarcely imagine to yourself the retired life we live,and how we have retreated from the kind advances of the English society here.

Now people seem to understand that we are to be left alone....'

Florence:April 1('50).

'...We drive day by day through the lovely Cascine,just sweeping through the city.Just such a window where Bianca Capello looked out to see the Duke go by --and just such a door where Tasso stood and where Dante drew his chair out to sit.

Strange to have all that old world life about us,and the blue sky so bright....'

Venice:June 4(probably '50).

'...I have been between Heaven and Earth since our arrival at Venice.

The Heaven of it is ineffable --never had I touched the skirts of so celestial a place.The beauty of the architecture,the silver trails of water up between all that gorgeous colour and carving,the enchanting silence,the music,the gondolas --I mix it all up together and maintain that nothing is like it,nothing equal to it,not a second Venice in the world.

'Do you know when I came first I felt as if I never could go away.

But now comes the earth-side.

'Robert,after sharing the ecstasy,grows uncomfortable and nervous,unable to eat or sleep,and poor Wilson still worse,in a miserable condition of sickness and headache.Alas for these mortal Venices,so exquisite and so bilious.Therefore I am constrained away from my joys by sympathy,and am forced to be glad that we are going away on Friday.

For myself,it did not affect me at all.Take the mild,soft,relaxing climate --even the scirocco does not touch me.

And the baby grows gloriously fatter in spite of everything....