workman might obtain from it a respectable livelihood. The continual emigration of the tradesmen, attracted to the neighbouring states by promises and privileges, left sufficient employment for those who remained behind. Besides, Renzo possessed a small farm, which he had cultivated himself when otherwise unoccupied; so that, for one of his condition, he might be called wealthy: and although the last harvest had been more deficient than the preceding ones, and the evils of famine were beginning to be felt; yet, from the moment he had given his heart to Lucy, he had been so economical as to preserve a sufficiency of all necessaries, and to be in no danger of wanting bread. He appeared before Don Abbondio gaily dressed, and with a joyful countenance. The mysterious and perplexed manner of the curate formed a singular contrast to that of the handsome young man.
"What is the matter now?" thought Renzo; but without waiting to answer his own question, "Signor Curate," said he, "I am come to know at what hour of the day it will be convenient for you that we should be at the church?"
"Of what day do you speak?"
"How! of what day? do you not remember that this is the day appointed?"
"To-day?" replied Don Abbondio, as if he heard it for the first time, "to-day? to-day? be patient, I cannot today"
"You cannot to-day? why not?"
"In the first place I am not well"
"I am sorry for it; but we shall not detain you long, and you will not be much fatigued."
"But then—but then"
"But then, what, sir?"
"There are difficulties."
"Difficulties! How can that be?"
"People should be in our situation, to know how many obstacles there are to these matters; I am too yielding, I think only of removing impediments, of rendering all things easy, and promoting the happiness of others. To
