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           Someturnintheroad,somenewobjectsuddenlyperceivedandrecognized,remindedmeofdaysgoneby,andwereassociatedwiththelightheartedgaietyofboyhood.Theverywindswhisperedinsoothingaccents,andmaternalNaturebademeweepnomore.Thenagainthekindlyinfluenceceasedtoact—Ifoundmyselffetteredagaintogriefandindulginginallthemiseryofreflection.ThenIspurredonmyanimal,strivingsotoforgettheworld,myfears,andmorethanall,myself—or,inamoredesperatefashion,Ialightedandthrewmyselfonthegrass,weigheddownbyhorroranddespair.

           AtlengthIarrivedatthevillageofChamounix.ExhaustionsucceededtotheextremefatiguebothofbodyandofmindwhichIhadendured.ForashortspaceoftimeIremainedatthewindowwatchingthepallidlightningsthatplayedaboveMontBlancandlisteningtotherushingoftheArve,whichpursueditsnoisywaybeneath.Thesamelullingsoundsactedasalullabytomytookeensensations;whenIplacedmyheaduponmypillow,sleepcreptoverme;Ifeltitasitcameandblessedthegiverofoblivion.