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him to the same pastures where the solitary shepherdess fed her flock.
Whilst he indulged himself with pleasing reflections, his eyes wandering on the beautiful seenes of the valley, he heard at some distance, the very voiee, whose melody had been so often told of, whieh raised an emotion in his heart, as great as if it had been an aceident unexpeeted. She sung the following words:-
Sweet Solitude! to which I fly,
Of every joy bereft:
There Affiliction's cup enjoy,
The boon that's left.
These melaneholy eomplaints piereed Fonrose's tender heart. Ah! whenee this grief that consumes her! what pleasure to afford her eomfort! He durst not as yet raise his hopes any higher. It might perhaps alarm her; it was sufficient for the first time to have heard the sweetness of voiee: Next morning Fonrose went to the pastures, and having observed which way the shepherdess directed her floek, he sat himself at the foot of the rock, whieh the day before had eehoed with her moving sounds.
Adelaide, absorbed in melancholy, had not yet begun her melodious strains. The echoes were silent, when on a sudden that silenee was interrupted by the sweet notes of Fonrose's hantboy. A harmony so uncommon, filled her with amazement, mixed with some emotion. Her cars had never there been struck before but with the shrill squeaking and buzzing hum of the rustic bagpipe.
