A few days before that which was appointed for the ceremony, Madelaine was called to the parlour, where she found her lover, with some of the municipal officers of the town, wearing their national scarfs.
Madeline, at the sight of Auguste, with difficulty reached a chair, in which she fell back senseless; while Auguste could not forbear uttering some imprecations against the iron gate by which they were separated, and which prevented him from flying to her assistance. He, however, procured help, and Madelaine recovered.
One of the municipal officers then informed her, that they had received the day before a decree of the National Assembly, forbidding any nuns to be professed. He added, that the municipality had already given information of this new law to the abbess, who had consented to allow Madelaine to leave the convent immediately. As he pronounced these last words, Madelaine looked at her lover. Auguste hastened to explain to her that his uncle, who loved him, and pitied his sufferings, had at length made a will, leaving him his fortune, upon condition that his father consented to his marriage with Madelaine.
When her lover and the municipal officers departed, Madelaine retired to her apartment, to give way to those delicious tears which were poured from a heart overflowing with wonder, thankfulness, and joy. When her first emotions had subsided, she began to pack up her little wardrobe in preparation for leaving the convent on the following day. “I always loved the revolution,” thought Madelaine, as she laid aside the white gown in which she was to be married the next morning; “and this last decree is surely of all others the best and wisest—but if it had come too late!——” At this idea Madelaine took up the veil for her novitiate, which lay upon her table, and bathed it with a flood of tears.
The next morning Auguste and Madelaine were married in the parish church of ——, and immediately after the ceremony set out for Paris; where they now live, and are, I am told, two of the happiest people, and the best patriots in France.
“Interesting Story Of Madelaine” (pg. [396], 404).
Original: Letters Written in France in the Summer 1790 to a friend in England ..., and 1791 and later editions “Containing Many New Anecdotes”. Letter XXI (1792): Volume II, 156-182.
Author: Helen Maria Williams (1761 or 1762-1827).
Notes: The quoted poem is from “The Enthusiast; or, The Lover of Nature” (1744) by Joseph Warton.