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(1889) [MARC] Author: Mary Wollstonecraft With: Henry Morley
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of an invitation from a private family, the lodgings
were so incommodious.

Amongst the Norwegians I had the arrangement of
my own time, and I determined to regulate it in such
a manner that I might enjoy as much of their sweet
summer as I possibly could; short, it is true, but
"passing sweet."

I never endured a winter in this rude clime,
consequently it was not the contrast, but the real beauty of
the season which made the present summer appear to
me the finest I had ever seen. Sheltered from the
north and eastern winds, nothing can exceed the
salubrity, the soft freshness of the western gales. In the
evening they also die away; the aspen leaves tremble
into stillness, and reposing nature seems to be warmed
by the moon, which here assumes a genial aspect. And
if a light shower has chanced to fall with the sun, the
juniper, the underwood of the forest, exhales a wild
perfume, mixed with a thousand nameless sweets that,
soothing the heart, leave images in the memory which
the imagination will ever hold dear.

Nature is the nurse of sentiment, the true source of
taste; yet what misery, as well as rapture, is produced
by a quick perception of the beautiful and sublime
when it is exercised in observing animated nature,
when every beauteous feeling and emotion excites
responsive sympathy, and the harmonised soul sinks into
melancholy or rises to ecstasy, just as the chords are
touched, like the Æolian harp agitated by the changing
wind. But how dangerous is it to foster these
sentiments in such an imperfect state of existence, and how

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