A serene sky and verdant fields filled me with ecstasy.

The present season was indeed divine; the flowers of spring bloomed in the hedges, while those of summer were already in bud.

I was undisturbed by thoughts which during the preceding year had pressed upon me, notwithstanding my endeavours to throw them off, with an invincible burden.
Henry rejoiced in my gaiety, and sincerely sympathised in my feelings: he exerted himself to amuse me, while he expressed the sensations that filled his soul.

The resources of his mind on this occasion were truly astonishing: his conversation was full of imagination; and very often, in imitation of the Persian and Arabic writers, he invented tales of wonderful fancy and passion.

At other times he repeated my favourite poems, or drew me out into arguments, which he supported with great ingenuity.