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Heaven has made us acquainted to be a mutual support to each other's woes! mine is a burthen under which my heart sinks down even to dispondency. Whoever you be, if you are unhappy, you are compassionate—I believe you are worthy the confidence I shall repose in you; but you must promise me that the promise will be reciprocal Alas! said Fonrose, my woes are of a nature perhaps never to be relieved! Meet me to-morrow, said Adelaide, at the foot of this hill, under the spreading oak, where you heard me moan. I shall there reveal what will excite your pity. They parted; Fonrose rassed the night with great inquietude; his fate depending on what he was to hear; he dreaded the discovery of a tender unhappy passion. If she loves I am undone.
He set out for the rendezvous, and the fair shepherdess arrived soon after. The morn was overcast with clouds, as if nature had presaged their sorrowful conversation. They seated themselves under the oak; when after a profound sigh Adelaide thus began—
THE STORY OF HER WOES.
"Beneath these stones you see there, almost covered with the creeping grass, lie the remains of a most faithful and virtuous man, whom my love and imprudence brought to the grave. I was born in France of a wealthy family, and of high distinction; too wealthy to my misfortune. Count Oreston conceived for me the most passionate tender love, to which my heart corresponded with equal warmth. My parents objected to our union, and refused their eonsent. Hurried on by
