OF THE FOREST
I am a man, So weary with disasters, tugg'd with fortune, That I would set my life on any chance, To mend it, or be rid on't.*
'WHEN once sordid interest seizes on the heart, it freezes up the source of every warm and liberal feeling; it is an enemy alike to virtue and to taste--this it perverts, and that it annihilates. The time may come, my friend, when death shall dissolve the sinews of avarice, and justice be permitted to resume her rights.'
Such were the words of the Advocate Nemours* to Pierre de la Motte,* as the latter stept at midnight into the carriage which was to bear him far from Paris, from his creditors and the persecution of the laws. De la Motte thanked him for this last instance of his kindness; the assistance he had given him in escape; and, when the carriage drove away, uttered a sad adieu! The gloom of the hour, and the peculiar emergency of his circumstances, sunk him in silent reverie.
Whoever has read Guyot de Pitaval, the most faithful of those writers who record the proceedings in the Parliamentary Courts of Paris, during the seventeenth century,* must surely remember the striking story of Pierre de la Motte, and the Marquis Phillipe de Montalt: let all such, therefore, be
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Publication information: Book title: The Romance of the Forest. Contributors: Ann Radcliffe - Author, Chloe Chard - Editor. Publisher: Oxford University Press. Place of publication: Oxford. Publication year: 1999. Page number: 1.
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