I had often dreamed of a sylph lightly touching the grass with the tips of its slender feet. Such a fairy is Anathasia, whose tiny proportions are of exquisite refinement.
Never was there such a combination of beauty. My fancy had dictated this arrangement, which included all that was lovely in nature.
I was young; all this beauty belonged to me; my life was divided between sensual ravishments and the delights of the intellect.
What further happiness could I imagine than to live for ever in this enchanting land, forgetful of the past, and hopeful for the future, which must always be as happy; for would not gold ensure me the possession of such wealth as was now before me?
I am so completely happy that I feel an imperative need of giving thanks to the power that bestows on me so many blessings.
CHAPTER VIII
BELIEF
ISLE OF KHIOS, October, 18—.
I take up my journal again after three months of interruption. I left off at the description of the Carina Palace and its inhabitants,—such a minute description that it was like an architect's working drawing, or a slave merchant's inventory.
I consult my moral thermometer. I find myself very well, my head is perfectly clear, and I am cheerful and gay.