That wild with glee across the lawn,
Or up the mountain springs."
The changes and contrasts in Effie's character, too, are given with more of metaphysical working than Scott often interfuses into his creations; "like, yet unlike, is each." We differ widely from each other; do we not, as circumstances change around us, moulding us like slaves to their will—do we not differ yet more from ourselves? We see Effie first of all, the lively and lovely girl—her step is as light as her heart
Her songs lead the way rejoicing before her; it is as if
No marvel that she is beloved—and no marvel that she loves. Those gay spirits need the softening of tender affection; that warm heart is full of passionate emotions—of quick yet deep sensations—of generous impulse, and ready confidence—all that so soon kindles into love. To such a temperament love rarely brings happiness: it is too eager—too trusting and too sensitive—its end is too often in tears. But for poor Effie's one hour of Eden, "a darker departure is near;" she is now shame-struck