Page:The Carcanet.djvu/88

 his admiration of her excellence and variety. Propped upon the fragment of some rock, he gazes upon the trembling waterfall with a vacant eye; he views without emotion the glory of the setting sun. Slowly he returns to his cell at evening, for no one there is anxious for his arrival: he has no comfort in his solitary meal : he throws himself upon his coucli of moss, despondent and dissatisfied; and wakes only to pass a day as joyless and monotonous as the former. 2em

in his temper, ingenuous in his sentiments, quickly offended, but easily appeased; irritated by any appearance of disrespect, but melted by a concession,a