Several LETTERS; Containing the AMOURS OF 

1. TheVnfortunate Duchess; Or, The Lucky Gamester.  
2. Love after Enjoyment; Or, Fatal Constancy.  
3. The unhappy Mistake; Or, The Fate of crossed Loves.    
Written by Mr. D. Cr—rd, Gent.  Quod si tantus amor menti, si tanta Cupido est, Accipe, quae peragenda prius, latet arbore opaca. Virg. Aenei. Lib. 6. 
LONDON, Printed for Job Austin in Fleetstreet, and sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster, 1700.   

THE PREFACE.  
NOvels of late have been so ill writ, and Consequently so little esteemed, that 'tis reasonably to be supposed a Bookseller has not such another drug in his Shop. I was too weak to attempt the recovery of their lost honour, and therefore chose a new method of my own.  
This may appear something odd to the Reader, because it insinuates as much as if I had said, I writ Novels in Substance, but altered the Form. I confess I design to leave him in the dark; and he may suppose the stories so many real truths, or so many little Romances as his fancy or judgement shall guide him.  
If it be objected, that I feigned Nations, which is a thing rarely or never practised. I answer, if I make people bring them to good or bad ends, and keep their Lives and Honours in my own hands; by the same Authority I can easily create a Country to settle them in. If the Amours be real, I ought in good manners to lay the Scenes in a new World, because 'tis to be supposed I designed them not for  — Monumenta Veneris Nefandae. 
And to be particular as to the Kingdoms, were the true way to discover those concerned.  
The Adventures of the Unfortunate Duchess are but few, not that the Subject could afford no more, but because I had not much time to employ that way. Besides my Printer o'ertook me e'er 'twas well begun, and hurried me to a speedy close. Daria's are indeed too long, but I hope the Reader will not think it so. I've shown Entheon good Natured, and upon all emergencies truly Generous, and if I have made him too easy, attribute the cause to his excess of Love, and Eriphile's irresistless Charms. The first confined his resentment, and the latter disarmed his fury. The Duchess' Conduct is not to be justified, but you will find I scarce designed any of my Lovers for exact patterns of Chastity and Honour. These romantic ways of Writing and Loving are equally tedious, and very rarely credited. If sometimes I mention every Circumstance of an Action, or the Joys of an happy Night, 'tis only to make the story appear more probable, and to Cousin the Reader into a firmer belief of what may in itself be fiction.  
Love after Enjoyment, etc. can hardly be thought a Misnomer, since Adrastus in all his words and Actions speaks an excessive tenderness and passion for Timandra, nor did she ever show less for him. That in his absence she married the Duke of Minoya, can hardly be reputed a breach of Love, since for her excuse she reasonably alleges, the World was too busy with her Name, and 'twas high time to salve her reputation, lest the remedy had afterwards come too late, or it may be not at all. The story of Olmechine is in my opinion very Natural, she Loved him, yet was Virtuous, and forgot that passion she had for him when Avilon (who first had sought her Heart) returned. What concerns the Earl of Rucana, may at first sight seem too nice to gain the Reputation of a Truth; but the Reader will hardly find any thing in it, that is not very probable, and in all points practicable.  
In the Unhappy Mistake it may perhaps be thought that I have been guilty of one myself, in crowding so many People into so short a story. Xensa and Mangroa might have both been Widowers, and Bonzeda had lost nothing had I robbed him of a sister. But I'm confident 'twill appear otherwise to any Man that deliberately weighs the Plot, nor will he find it any difficulty to remember every Man's business, Pretensions and Interest throughout the whole. Delia's Adventures may indeed be too long. But you will find by the end of her own and Sirena's story, that I was sensible of my error  'twas fully committed. I had wasted too much Paper; and was forced to kill more People in one Leaf, than I designed at first in two. Yet after all, Martius' and Artaxus fell not without Circumstances, that largely entitled their deaths to probability and truth. As for Ericis, I was forced to use her ill, lest Treachery had escaped unpunished. And Manderina's end might very well be occasioned by her griefs, if you consider her loss.  
Thus much I thought no less than necessary, in defence of particulars, and as for general faults, I presume they may all be comprehended under this one. The passions are not painted with the height of Modesty. If there is any thing that appears smutty I'm confident a Lady can hardly own she knows it to be so, unless at the same time she confess her own guilt, and lewd inclinations. For to the truly Virtuous 'tis so well covered, it will hardly show itself. Besides, to express any thing of that Nature nicely, methinks requires more of Art, and neat choice of words, than a passion truly modest, and if well done, is in some measure pardonable; but that is what I would not be thought to defend, even tho' I were truly guilty.  
I've nothing to say in relation to my style or way of expressing myself, I writ them for my own pleasure and improvement in the English Language, and by consequence strove not to be too nice or elaborate, yet to shun that trouble, you will find I've borrowed nothing from others to indulge my wants.  
The Reader will find an excess of grief or joy expressed with measure, the better to move the passion, and as for what's purely narrative, I have used a natural way free from force or Affectation.  
The worst of Critics pretend to some Generosity, and spare dead Authors. In reason they ought to show the same goodness to a stranger, especially when he is absent; if they do, than I shall be safe, and this little Posthumus may stay behind, and live without its Father to protect and defend it.  
D. Cr—rd   

THE Unfortunate Duchess; OR, THE LUCKY GAMESTER.  
Written by Mr. D. Cr—rd, Gent.  
LONDON, Printed for Job Austin in Fleetstreet, and sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster, 1700.   

THE Unfortunate Duchess, etc.  
To the Divine Albisinda.  
Madam,  
WHEN I first had the honour of your acquaintance, amongst those numberless Qualities that rendered you so amiable, and your Conversation so charming and easy; I found that esteem you had for Plays and Novels, to be none of the least considerable. It speaks a tender Soul, and a large Portion of wit. To pity a feigned Hero is commendable, because 'tis a sure Argument, that Compassion would not be wanting to a real one. And to delight in those things, which have a certain Air or Passion well represented in them, shows that the fancy of the Reader, is little or nothing inferior to that of the Writer; for we can take no more pleasure in that which we understand not, than in those things which we understand too well. To remove the weight of a few lazy Minutes, I send you the famed amour of a Lady, whom a long Scene of Gallantry has at last rendered obnoxious to the Laws of her Country. Her misfortunes make her too well known, and tho' she is at present the Theme of her own Nation, I am confident the story has not yet reached yours. I'm not such Stranger to your Modesty, as not to foresee, that an exact account of some Circumstances would seem culpable; and therefore shall not give you just grounds for anger, where my aim is to divert: Yet that I may not omit those things without which the Story would be too imperfect; I beg a greater liberty than is perhaps truly adequate to the narrow rules of a precise modesty. I'm too unfortunate if you think my Nature loads me beyond those bounds; and I hope if any thing of that kind escape unpolished, or without a necessary Cover, you will attribute it to some other cause, or at least suspend your Judgement, till you see the Author, and permit him to answer for himself. To excuse all other faults, remember I love too much to Writ well, and that when I'd fix my thoughts upon this Subject, I'm surprised to find my Soul rides Post to you, and leaves me robbed of Fancy or Design.  

IN Clusa (the Metropolis of the wealthy Kingdom of Armenis, which is composed of the greatest half of the Island Sindaton) there lived a Beauty, whom Fortune and Nature had jointly blessed with all those Graces that procure Adorers, yet render the possessor not altogether happy. No Man could see her and preserve his liberty, and therefore no Man could think himself secure in the possession; yet all the Youth of the Nation sighed for her, and those whom Fortune had not blest with Wealth, gazed on the happy exalted Fair, and had those thoughts for her, which we bear to distant Heaven, when yet we cannot paint the glorious Fabric, or hope to reach the Blessing. Her Father (the Earl of Cisala) loved her more than Honour; he blessed the Gods for this mighty gift, and with pride saw himself the Master of a thousand Hearts, by being the envied disposer of the Lovely Eriphile. The travelling God, in all his race, ne'er saw a form like hers beneath him; Love threw his Arrows through the yielding Air, or shot at random to consume the trifles, her Eyes too fast supply the wilful loss, and strike even those who ne'er before had bowed. She seemed the unknown Agent of the all-conquering Jove; for tho' she had the softness of a pitying Goddess, and the languishing looks of a yielding Virgin, yet her frowns outstretched thunder, and shook the very State of powerful Love. Believe me, Albisinda, the only way to express her Charms and Wit, were to to say she copied you; and had she proved as nicely Virtuous, she had been indeed another Miracle. But Beauty too often proves fatal to the owner, and a handsome Face an Enemy to Honour. All men admire the truly Charming, and continued Assaults must needs shake the besieged, or force them at least to Articles.  
Amongst the numerous Youth of Armenis, none could yet pretend to merit the happiness of her esteem, and the Young Lovers had no relief from pains, but when they remembered, that time must advance one to the Heaven they aim at, and knew not but indulgent Providence had designed the Bliss for them.  
While thus she reigned, absolute in the Hearts of a thousand noble Subjects, the Great Duke of Entheon arrived from his Travels. Him too she Conquered, but paid her Liberty as a price for the glorious Victory. He is the first Subject of his Country, yet Master of a Soul that infinitely surmounts his Birth or Quality. He has the Courage of a Man in despair, yet attended with the Caution and diffidency of a Coward, or one who values Life. Like Heaven slow to Anger, but if it concerns his Fame, sudden in the Execution, and quicker than Lightning. The liberality of a mighty Prince, and the careful management of a private Subject, are equally his. He has the Religion of the good and wise, without the Biggotry of the superstitious and ignorant: Looks like a Crowned Head, yet more affable than the meanest Courtier, and values the honour of his Native Country beyond his private interest, or his dearer Life. Admired by all men but himself, and envied by none but Villains, who damn those Virtues in others, to which themselves can ne'er attain. He speaks most Languages, and is conversant in the History of most Nations. In short, Madam, 'tis generally said of him, that his Birth and breeding, make him truly the first Gentleman in the World. Sindalon thought herself enriched beyond her Neighbouring Countries, and the happy Inhabitants of Armenis, looked on this miraculous Youth, as their Genius or Guardian Angel. Every Man became his Votary, and those who had spent most of their Years abroad, felt yet those little qualms, and disturbances of Mind when they approached him, which bashful Strangers know in shining Courts, when eyed by Godlike Monarches. The fairest Ladies in Clusa sighed for him, the King doted upon him, and all the World blest him. Cisala amongst the rest, failed not to show that esteem he had for him; and the Duke, who greedily had heard his Daughter's Beauty universally proclaimed, forgot not to embrace his Friendship, he longed to see the Original, which his Fancy, at second hand, began to form even beyond what it was, or Nature e'er could make, and already believed that in all his Travels he had seen nothing comparable to the Fair Eriphile. The Earl's Country House was situated on the fertile Banks of that famous River which supsupplies Clusa with daily Necessaries, and as it peaceably glides along washes the Walls of its Monarch's Garden. Thither the noble Youth went to confirm the loss of his Liberty, which already he had half resigned. Cisala received him with that respect, his merit every where exacted, without regard to Quality, and now thought he had found a Husband worthy of his Daughter; yet doubtful of his wished success he acquainted the Fair One with the arrival of his Noble Guest. 'Twas impossible to live in Armenis, and not to have heard of him; she understood the meaning of this Advertisement, ●nd carefully dressed herself to the best advantage, an Art very commendable in Ladies, and in which those of her Nation are particularly skilled. The Earl diverted him some time with the Rarities of his House, and showed him several pieces of exquisite painting, done by the greatest Masters of the Age. Entheon felt a certain unexpressible disquiet, when he viewed a well-done Landscape, and wanted something which these Scenes suggested to his fancy, yet could hardly consult his Judgement to find what 'twas he sighed for. At last they resolved to take a turn in the Garden; where the Earl meeting with some Friends that had come to see him that Evening, was obliged to beg the Duke's Pardon, and promised to wait upon him in a very few Minutes. Entheon now left alone, and about to pursue his walk, was suddenly arrested by a Song that charmed his Soul, and tied up all his thoughts. He wondered that he had not heard this Godlike Music, but fancied the Charm was just begun, or not heard to perfection, because of his past discourse with the Earl. He stood sometime , yet impatient to see her that sung so like an Angel; he resolved to lose one part of his present happiness for the purchase of a greater, and, guided by the Heavenly Voice, with eager steps he reached at last the Grove. His Curiosity (tho' great) did not too far extend itself; his passion ne'er o'erruled his Judgement, and this juncture he managed with the discretion of old Age: For though he could have entered, as if chance not design had led him, yet he chose rather to keep himself undiscovered, and to be blest unknown. But ●hen he advanced, and softly had pressed down those small boughs that obstructed his sight, how much was he surprised! to paint his thoughts, were a labour fit for a Muse at her full Strength! let this suffice, he saw Eriphile, and grew divinely mad. Mortality was forgot, and he remained in that ecstasy, which if expressed would seem wholly irreligious, to any Man but a transported Lover. The Fair One lay in a careless Posture, extended on the yielding Grass. Her Foot and half the Leg were obvious to his sight, and the scanty Bliss prompted his linger Soul to Paint the Beauties yet unseen, even beyond the Original, or what Nature when she used her utmost Art could form. He cursed his Fortune that showed no more, or else exposed too much, and feared that a shape so far beyond what his eager thoughts had created, should be attended with the alloy of a homely Face; still waiting with the impatiency of a Man half blest, till some kind accident should increase the pleasure. She, who dreamt not of a prying Lover, proves kind without design, and taking her favourite Maid by the Hand (with an accent that gave a perfect harmony to all her words) suddenly cried, my Dear Daria (for that was her Name) I've unluckily lost one of my Garters. The Duke had no time to weigh his coming Fortune, and consequently lost part of the blessing, for the charming Eriphile had no sooner said so, than he could see the Pettycoat gently removed. The pleasure of a longing stranger, when the furling Curtain shows a guilded Scene, and warlike Music Charms the unsteady thoughts, sickens the Mind and thrills the kindled blood, but ne'er yet gave a Joy confused like his. His transports were such (which some will think next door to impossibility) that even Nature was hushed, the Soul alone employed, and Plato's way of loving was here practised to Perfection. Yet 'tis probable that had the old Philosopher himself seen so much, he had quit the Argument, and given the Body a conquest o'er the Soul. The amorous Duke, blest too much, was unable to contain himself, and after he had at once surveyed the tempting Object, and her more bewitching Face, suddenly cried, Oh Heavens! Can so much Beauty ever give herself up to the embraces of a Mortal? Sure 'tis anticipating Heaven to lie panting in her Arms.— 'Twas well the Fair One started from the Ground, the Lover else had prejudged the Duke, and his raptures had spoke his Judgement not the same he possessed the preceding minute. But a violent Love seldom knows any bounds, and when powerful Beauty suddenly assaults the Heart, Reason is often dislodged, or at least gives way, and then 'tis pardonable if a Man rave. However he begged a thousand Pardons for his Sin of ignorance, and told her, that tho' he thought himself infinitely blest by this Encounter; yet he could have wished it had happened at a time when she was less disposed to Solitude: And offered to retire, that by his speedy absence she might retrieve a part of that silent pleasure she had lost, tho' not before he had assured her, that if his Curiosity had led him to the Grove, he paid the Forfeiture of his Liberty, as a punishment for his offence. The bewitching Maid, not knowing he had seen so much, was pleased with the accident; their mutual surprise added to the Beauties of both, and she found by her forced silence, that the Duke was already more than indifferent to her. Yet ashamed of this new weakness, she strove suddenly to recollect herself, and confusedly told him, she presumed he was the Duke of Entheon; that her Father and the whole World spoke advantageously of him, and she could not think herself unfortunate in the Conversation of a Man so universally esteemed. But that if he paid too great a price for that which enriched her, she would be so generous as not to urge him to so much bounty, notwithstanding of those advantages she might reap by it. This was indeed an obliging Compliment, but the fair Eriphile already loved him, and already knew it. She had too much wit therefore to lose so favourable an opportunity of engaging a Man, for whom the greatest Beauty in the Island would have dispensed with the out-gaurds of Modesty, or rather the superfluous niceties imposed by Custom not Reason upon those of her Sex. On the other hand the Duke thought himself in Heaven. His excess of Joy almost denied him the use of his Reason, and if ever he was non-plused, let me suppose this the time. However from what she said, he guest his stay could not be altogether unseasonable. And after he had wittily acknowledged the Honour she did him, was about to begin Encomiums on her Beauty, when the Earl arrived and made the Number four. He told the young Lover, he was glad to find his absence supplied by the Conversation of a young Lady, in whom if he found any thing agreeable he was doubly Fortunate. This too was a handsome beginning, and the Duke (who had too noble a Soul not to be amorous) that moment renounced his Liberty, which was repaid with hers. To have seen this lovely Pair, would have kindled flames in others, when icy Age had banished native Heat. The Earl himself cursed grey Hairs, grieved he was born so soon; and to be again capable of loving, and fit to be beloved, would have renounced the World's Empire, and that experience which his Years had brought him. Entheon's looks spoke the agreeable disorders of his Mind, and the charming Mistress of his Heart had so much of a languishing softness, and new born Love in her Eyes, they reached his very Soul, and hurried him into ecstasy. The calm Evening added infinitely to their Pleasure, nor did they think of parting till the falling Dew obliged them to't.  
The Duke was already divided from himself, his thoughts were wholly employed on the Adventures of that Day, and he was surprised to find himself in Clusa, when he had hardly dreamt of his being on the Road. To inform you how he spent the Night, were a needless labour, if you have been in Love, you can easily form his Pains, his Hopes, his Fears, and the strange emotions of his Soul; and if you have not, you would hardly credit the Recital; as for the beauteous Eriphile, Albisinda, I leave her to your unerring Judgement, doubtless you can Divine her Thoughts, and if you never was a Prisoner to resistless Love, yet your fancy can easily paint her faint Joys, distant Cares, frequent Doubts, and disordered Thoughts.  
Next Morning the Duke was at Court,  the King had quit his Bed, and waited the Earl's arrival, with the impatiency of a young Lover. When he came, Entheon upon the first occasion told him how happy he was in being a Father; and smiling (said he) Cisala, sure you need no more to make you Master of all your fellow Creatures, than to show them what a Treasure you can dispose of. The Earl, who could ne'er enough esteem a Man of his Merit, was much pleased with this piece of Raillery (for so he would term it) and told him, the World was indeed pleased to commend his Daughter's Beauty, and that he was hearty sensible of the Honour he did him, in heightening her Character. For his good Opinion must needs be much to the advantage of a young Lady, since no Man refused to pay homage to his Judgement and Choice in every thing else: From this minute let me date their Friendship. The Earl was not where to be found, but with the Duke; and Entheon must be sued to by Cisala. The Lover thought Clusa no other than a Desert, or if a Ball at Court sometimes obliged his Mistress to wait upon the Queen, he judged himself in another World. He found a livelier Air in every Man's Face, and the transports of his elevated Soul were such, that with difficulty he abstained from giving public Testimonies of his inward satisfaction. The happy Eriphile eyed him with concern, thanked the gods for the blessing of his Love, and knew no real Cares, but when she dreamt she did not please enough. The Duke became the Object of her serious Wishes, and he ne'er petitioned Heaven without a Clause for her. Thus some Months were consumed, Love was an equal Friend to both, and mutual hopes increased their growing flames. Each of them feared the loss of the other, and the Duke having obtained the Earl's consent, Hymen could not be wanting in his. In a word, they were married.  
I hope, Albisinda, you'll excuse me, if for the first Night I draw the Curtain, and hid her Maiden blushes, when the hasty Youth took her in his Arms, trembled with the apprehension of his coming Joy, spoke in soft whispers, yet scarce knew what he said, and the beating of his Heart expressed the eagerness of his Soul. When breathless on her panting Breasts he lay, strove to be again blest, and again sunk beneath the weight of the excessive Pleasure; or better to express it, when Love (too prodigally kind) gave him Heaven by the bulk, without a strength of Mind adapted to the Blessing. To paint the Joys of both were too much, let this suffice, They loved, and were married with consent of Friends. The Days now seemed Hours, or rather lesser Scenes of happiness than the more welcome Night; and in the morning (tho' divided) each of them thought they yet felt the fast embraces of the other, and could hardly think themselves unlocked; so vigorously had the remembrance of the Soul's past Joys imprinted itself upon the consenting active Body. But this fair Wether was not of perpetual Duration, a Cloud hovered in the Air, thickened on a sudden, and in time eclipsed the shining happiness of both.  
Fidelia, a Lady whose Wit and Humour had made her (from a mean Station) the exalted Mistress of a kind Monarch, had come (as usually she did once a Day) to see the young Duchess. They were both addicted to gaming (a Diversion, Albisinda, rarely known to the Ladies of your Country) and having played some time at Cards, they resolved to visit the Centura, (with us called a Playhouse) where desiring to pass Incognito, they dressed for the purpose, and a little after the Play was begun, they appeared in the side Boxes. Their  and Air drew the Eyes of a full Audience, and the Actors themselves were so much surprised, they scarce remembered one Cue of twenty, and were obliged to the care of the Prompter for every Sentence they spoke, who himself had been incapable of rendering that timely Service, if his Seat had fronted either the Stage or Pit. The most daring of the Beaus advanced, and tho' they judged them of Quality, yet since they were Masked, they thought that, without being guilty of ill manners, they might attack them. Amongst those the Duke showed himself none of the least forward, and Fidelia (who was freer than the more modest Eriphile) was the one he assaulted; she failed not to entertain him kindly, and the Duchess (who would not balk the Adventure so oddly begun) took up with the first that offered himself. He was a handsome Youth, and knew how to address a Lady as well as any Man in the World. The Duchess was very well pleased with his Wit and Conversation, she already loved this invisible way of intriguing, and thought it within a degree of goddessship to be prayed to unseen. The Duke (who was young and naturally amorous) spent the hours very agreeably, and formed a Beauty to himself like that of his famed Eriphile, yet proposed only this satisfaction to himself, that to see her robbed of modesty would serve to endear that which himself possessed, with constant Virtue joined.  
When the Curtain was dropped, the Duchess eyed Fidelia, as if wholly ignorant what to do; she had relied on her; and she (who was all Gaiety and Mirth, and knew well enough how to come off) gave the Duke her Hand, and having seated themselves in the Coach, drove to some noted Tavern not far off. When they entered the Room, the Duke humbly begged the Lady would unmask, Erinthus (for that was his Name who waited upon the Duchess) did the same, and both their unknown Mistresses were almost forced to cry out in their own defence, or choose to undergo a quick discovery; but our Gallants perceiving they were obstinate, were at last satisfied with their Fortunes. 'Twas an odd freak on both sides, and enough to move any Man's smiles, had he seen how earnestly they talked, swore, praised and loved what yet they had not seen. The Duke was charmed with the wit of his unknown Mistress, and Eriphile felt those emotions which she ne'er had known, but when she first saw the godlike Entheon. At last they betook themselves to Cards, where (at Pickquet) Erinthus won fifty Pieces from the Duchess; she readily paid him, and this confirmed him in what he almost before believed, that she was of Quality. This put him upon his guard, inspired him with care to please; he assumed a new Air, and showed so much it seems of Gallantry, that the yielding Eriphile was perfectly charmed.  
The Clock at last (having struck twelve) sounded a Retreat, and they began to think of their respective concerns. The Lovers begged they'd allow them the Honour of waiting upon them to their Lodgings; 'twas readily granted, and the Coach being called, 'twas as readily put in Execution. The Duchess had given the Coachman private Orders to drive to her House, and the Duke, whose mind was much employed, ne'er examined the place till he found himself in his own Bed chamber. As he was about to express his surprise, Eriphile and Fidelia unmasked. Erinthus first begged Pardon for his rude mistake, and Entheon, (after he had roused his disordered Judgement) smiled, and asked the Duchess if what he had done, gave her any cause to suspect his Faith, and hoped Fidelia's Wit excused him for spending so much time in her Company, when he had thought his Wife at home. Eriphile smiled too, and faintly answered, if Fidelia please she can easily Charm, for Wit and Beauty joined can ne'er assault a generous Heart in vain. The Duke was surprised with this cold return, and 'tis certain the lovely Duchess ne'er had used him so before; she was not now Jealous, nor had she any Reason to fear the loss. But Erinthus already appeared too Charming, and truth is, it seems he had something about him very taking, and singularly agreeable, for he had before that time atacked a Lady of the same Rank, and had not failed of the success desired.  
You may wonder perhaps, Albisinda, why I am not more particular in my Character of this Man; but to satisfy some part of your Curiosity, know, he owes his Birth to Burgoa, a Commonwealth raised by Trade, their industry, and the easiness of their prouder Neighbours, to a height unlooked for, surmounting in Wealth those very States or Kingdoms, from whom some Years ago they kneeling begged Protection. Love and Gallantry are Strangers to the Nation, many of their Souls are as Phlegmatic as their Bodies, and most of them look like Machine's or rather walking Tuns. His Parents were forced to pursue a mean employment to purchase a livelihood, and the now fortunate Lover, when young, left his Country in a Post suitable to his Quality and Education. But having learned in Armenis (what was by no means to be found at home) something of a better Air, and the easy smooth way of speaking peculiar to the Language of that more Polite Nation, he quickly found Preferment. They are naturally kind enough to Strangers, and the advantages of his Person (which Nature it seems designed not for a Burgoan) conduced not a little to his good Fortune. That he was a lucky Gamester may appear from this, that in a very short time he purchased an Estate, and became a Companion to those of the best Quality in Sindalon. Entheon used gaming as a wise Man ought to do, that is, for his Pleasure; he always played without Heat, lost Cheerfully, and rarely laid down too much to be disposed of by Fortune, remembering always how much of madness it showed, to put that to a hazard which before was his own.  
This accidental meeting already mentioned, gained him the Honour of the Duke's acquaintance; you may believe then, Albisinda, that for the future he was no stranger to his House; they spent whole Days together, and Night herself could sometimes hardly part them. Eriphile was always pleased when he was present, and languished for his absence. 'Tis true, her Virtue was yet strong, and she struggled with the growing Passion, hid her griefs with Art, and in her Eyes expressed an easier Soul. When she played, her thoughts even then were hardly fixed on Game, nor could she truly grudge the fortunate Erinthus a double Victory.  
The Youth already observed his coming happiness, and by his industry to please, advanced that Heaven he wished for. 'Tis impossible, when alone to express her pains, she saw how much she loved, and from her yielding Heart could judge her Honour lost. Entheon still was kind, she knew his Merit, and fain would yet be just; but powerful Love, with double force assails, and scatters virtue's Charms that stop his way. Nor can he walk with Judgement who was always Blind.— Oh Albisinda! that this charming Fair, at last betrayed her Marriage Vows, is not be disputed. But to say, she fell without a noble Contest, were too much. No Woman e'er knew more, or was Mistress of better Inclinations, she was sensible of her Error, even when she drew the Gild upon her; and in his Arms (although she loved) could have wished her Soul fled to save her sinking Honour. The World has more than common Charity for the fair Eriphile, and some People scruple not to affirm, she yielded  she knew she had done so. The Story, Albisinda, is in this place known to all, and (even by those who pretend to an exact knowledge in the state of Affairs relating relating to this amour) for a truth believed. And it runs thus,  
The Duke it seems had long professed a more than common tenderness for the lovely Daria, a Maid generously educated, and of a noble Spirit, to her Mistress just, nor to herself unkind. No allurements could prevail, no present found acceptance, and the weakness of her Nature was always supported by the strength of her Virtue. But the Duke growing at last importunate, and obstinately kind, she found it too hard to preserve Honour and his Friendship too. In this pressing juncture she resolved to abandon the Family, and after she had with Tears in her Eyes told the Duchess, that an affair of Consequence required her absence, humbly begged she'd make her happy in her Consent.  
Her Mistress was too sensible of her Merit, to lose her without Reluctancy, and said to her, that if she was any way disobliged she should have immediate satisfaction; nor would she give her Consent, unless she were first acquainted with those Reasons that moved her departure. Daria wept, and on her Knees conjured her not to urge, what if betrayed would give her Pains unknown. This instead of satisfying, increased the Duchess Curiosity, and she was at last obliged to disclose the whole.  
Poor Eriphile was Thunderstruck with the unwelcome Relation. Her Heart 'tis true already was unfixed, and she had those thoughts for Erinthus, which spoke him too much Master of her Soul. Yet she loved the nobler Entheon, or at least esteemed him so much, that she could not even in thought consent to lose him. In this afflicting affair her Wit or Invention at last offered this relief, which she proposed as the only means to confirm the Duke her own, and preserve her Daria too. The Maid was seemingly to yield, to make an assignation, and that done she was to leave what followed to Eriphele's Care and Management. This was as soon performed as projected, for the faithful Maid (whose Beauties were bettered by her new Griefs) was that Day more strongly assaulted than ever, and she could do no less than make an Appointment. Two in the Morning was the hour agreed upon, and you may easily believe Entheon thought it an Age till Night. In the Afternoon Erinthus came to see him, of whose Company he was at that time more than ever desirous. To Cards they went, where the pleasures of Love were for a while forgot, and Game and Wine the business of both.  
In the mean time, the Duchess (willing to enjoy what was for her Maid designed) took possession of Daria's Bed, and with much impatiency waited the Duke's coming. The hour at last appeared, but Entheon (whither indisposed by drinking, sudden conscientious qualms, or sitting up beyond his usual hour, I know not) felt no great inclination to the Combat. This freak, Albisinda, is indeed unanswerable, especially if you weigh the Conduct of this great Man; but 'tis confidently affirmed that he acquainted Erinthus with the Intrigue. Told him, he found himself at that time unfit for the Field, and that if he pleased, he might supply his Place. The forunate Youth was ravished with the kind offer, and told the Duke, that since he was only to fight for the first Blood, he was proud of the service enjoined him▪ In short, Entheon conducted him to the Chamber door, which stood open on purpose for himself, and there left him.  
The Youth found the Bed in the dark, and I suppose (without the help of a Candle) found the Duchess too. She received him, as she'd have done her Husband, and if she found him richer in his Love, she attributed the Cause to liberal Fancy, that formed her new, and of a stolen Wife made a tender young Mistress. How e'er it was, they remained not long in the state of Ignorance, and each of them wondered why the other was silent; for tho' Erinthus would pass for Entheon, and Eriphile would for a time be Daria, yet the first Joys and transports fled, she began to distinguish the Lover from the Husband, and trembling said, My dear Entheon, why have you used me thus? I have been Daria, and under that Name much happier than my own. Even when she spoke she doubted the truth, and used these words, only to be confirmed in her Opinion. The Lover was ravished, the place on a sudden was converted into a new Heaven, and he only grieved, that much of his past Happiness was lost, by being so long ignorant of the value of that treasure he had possessed. New Love, new Wishes, rouse him up to Life, and e'er he spoke he would be blest again. Eriphile 'twixt fear and hope again received him, and even in his Arms could hardly know whether she wished him Entheon or not.  
At last the fortunate Youth confessed himself, told her that Chance and the Duke's kindness had made him happy, but she alone could keep him in that state. That he had long adored her, and bountiful love had now repaid his pains; that his happiness should be concealed from all the World, and her Honour was now as secure, as if in Entheon's Arms she fainting lay. A Crime when first committed is of greatest weight, and frequent repetitions render those things familiar and seemingly innocent, which we at first viewed with reluctancy and horror, for a small sin passed without grief, speaks us in a fair way towards a greater. The Duchess 'tis true loved, and by his Voice knew the happy Man: But then she remembered the loss of her honour, saw how far she had fallen, and trembled when she looked back upon the frightful Precipice. She called to mind the Duke's past Love, those thoughts she had for him, when first he sound her lying in the Grove, and knew his merit nothing yet diminished. This my dear Albisinda gave the Fair One some pains, for tho' her Nature had given consent, her Soul was yet Virtuous; and had Erinthus seen those Tears she shed, all thoughts of Joy had vanished from his Breast, grief had disarmed his eager wishes, and impotency by pity brought, had supplied the place of vigorous Love. But, Albisinda, 'twas in the dark, the Curtains drawn, they were alone, both loved and both forgot their Cares; you may easily believe he had his share; for tho' he was a Burgoan that is, a Man whose Conscience would never balk his business, if attended with pleasure or profit, yet he had some faint remembrance of that injustice he did to a Man, who had forgot his mean Birth, made him a Companion and sharer in his pleasures, and had (or at least thought so) bestowed that Prize upon him, (in the seeeming possession of Daria) which he himself had sought for many Months. In a word, all complaints were hushed; the Duchess forgot what once she was, what yet she ought to have been, and owned her Love was stronger than her Virtue.  
When the Youth retired, her Cares again increased, she grieved a loss she could not then retrieve, and wept and wished the business still undone. These indeed were the first motions of her primitive Soul; but Love again brought it to a modern Constitution, she considered how securely she had enjoyed the Man she loved, and flattered herself with the thoughts of being really innocent, because the World yet thought her so, and believed the manner in which it happened extenuated the Crime. In the mean time, the Duke had waited the return of his Friend, (if now I may call him so) and smiling asked, how happy he had been. Erinthus gave him a thousand thanks for that Testimony he had received of his Friendship, but told the Adventure with so much indifferency, that Entheon could hardly grudge that favour he had bestowed upon him. When he went to Bed, he was yet insensible of his loss, Eriphile was all lovely, and that Crime against his Love he had almost committed, endeared the Object of his wishes more, than all her wont Charms, or native goodness. He found her melancholy greater than usual, and grieved that she was not so kind as she used to be, earnestly asked the cause, and to comfort her, swore, that he had that Noble Love for her, which our first Father bore to his lovely Eve,  Hell debauched her. She gave him feigned returns, alleged she was indisposed, begged his Pardon for her seeming indifferency, and faintly said, she did belive he Loved her. The kind Duke was satisfied, and in a few Minutes the Cares of both were swallowed up in sleep.  
This account, Albisinda, is by some rejected, and your busy Meddlers, or News-pimps, who pretend to know every thing, confidently affirm, that Erinthus had won so much from her at Cards, she was necessarily obliged to pay the Sum with a favour that might have been the price of Empire.  
Next day he came to wait upon the injured Duke (or rather the kind Duchess) and forgot not to improve every opportunity to the Advanvantage of his Love. In a little time he became too happy, or at least too often so; and if the generous Entheon had in the least suspected the Fair Eriphile's weakness, or his Friendship, their guilt had been too obvious. His Noble Confidence made him too secure, till an Adventure that happened some time after, taught them more caution, and him more of Jealousy.  
The Duke it seems was obliged to attend the King, who then kept his Court twenty Miles from Clusa. The Duchess knew of it the preceding Night, and had therefore ordered every thing necessary for the reception of her Lover. Her Husband took Coach about Eight next Morning, and Erinthus was to wait upon her Grace at three in the Afternoon. She thought every hour had borrowed from Eternity, and grieved she had delayed her happiness so long. She sighing lay upon the yielding Bed, and under the Modish covert of a sudden indisposition, occasioned by a Cold she ne'er had felt, avoided the unseasonable Visits of her troublesome Friends. Daria was alone privy to the intrigue, and tho' she had all that respect for the Duchess, which her Duty in the strictest sense could exact from her; yet she grieved to find her Virtue so much weakened, and wished her innocent as when first she knew her. Eriphile had the goodness to excuse herself as handsomely as she could, Painted her Lover dressed with all his graces about him, and showed the power of subtle Love, in words that spoke her knowing in the Mystery. Poor Daria sighed as if she had felt those pains of which her Mistress spoke, and by her looks confessed her inward griefs. The Duchess carefully observed her frequent change of colour, and the flushing of her disordered Blood, and asked, if Love had ever led her Captive. The tender Maid blushed, and by her silence confessed the truth of what her Mistress had often much suspected. She charged her upon her allegiance, as she would preserve her esteem, and make her think she loved her, she would relate the whole and by the story of her Love divert her melancholy, till the arrival of the fortunate Erinthus. Daria excused herself from the performance as well as she could; but seeing 'twas not acceepted, she sighed, was some minutes silent, and addressing herself to the Duchess, began as followeth.   

YOU know, Madam, I was born in Scarronida, your sister Nation and of the same Religion with yourselves, a hardy Warlike People, yet no Strangers to Love, and tho' we lie North from Armenis, and by our bounds make up the half of the Island, yet we seem nearer the Torrid Zone than you. My Father was a Gentleman very much esteemed, and tho' his Fortune did not prefer him to that height his Soul always aimed at, yet his humour and agreeable Conversation, made him the darling of his greater Neighbours, and he matched with an ancient Family rich in Friends, and every way truly preferable to his own. I was the first and last pledge of their Loves, and was ever doted upon by those who saw me, for that resemblance I had of the Fair Julietta, (for that was my Mother's name) and Aristeon (my kind Father) esteemed his Young Daughter even beyond Life or Empire. He sought Wealth only to bless me in a Noble Marriage, and with secret Pride already eyed my growing Beauty. Our Neighbour in the Country, the great Dion, who (tho' a private Gentleman) can for the service of his Prince muster an Army of his own Vassals and Dependants, to the number of some thousands, had a Son whom all the World esteemed, whom many Beauties sighed for, and none attacked with success. I was then in the sixteenth Year of my Age, and tho' I had often seen him and heard him praised, yet my Heart had ne'er submitted to his Charms.  
That Friendship which was between my Father and his, drew them often together, and the generous Dion has sometimes spent whole Weeks at our House. It happened once, that while he road a Hunting, and eager in the Chase, his Horse fell down a sloping Bank, and bruised his hardy Rider. Aristeon was much concerned for this Misfortune, and immediately sent for his Son. The handsome Youth came to our House with Tears in his Eyes, and mourned over his Aged Father, with the tenderness of a weeping. Mother, that grieved the loss of her darling infant. There was so much of the Man mixed with a Woman's softness in his pains, that I could not choose but observe it. I was insensibly pleased with every word he spoke, and sighing wished I had had a Brother like him. His Cares for the old Man brought mine, and I could have wept for Dion, more earnestly than when first he got his Wounds. The Young Odmar (for so he was called) took notice of my Cares, and from my Tenderness and Compassion, argued the easiness of my Soul. I shall not, Madam, praise my own Beauty; but he has afterwards told me, that the softness I then showed, reached his Heart, and from small griefs wound him to Pity, and tho' he had no cause much to sorrow for me, yet my pains to him showed double, and from Compassion drew him up to Love.  
I was one evening walking in the Garden, disordered in my thoughts, and examining myself to find if that uneasiness I knew proceeded from my Love to Odmar. But as I began the scrutiny, he entered, who alone could confirm the truth of what I feared. I trembled as he approached, wished him gone, yet loved to see him stay, and scarce could tell what thoughts possessed my Heart. The Lovely Youth soon apologized for intruding upon my Retirement, and you may easily imagine how readily I forgave him.  
There was a pleasant River at the back of the Garden-wall, and beyond that a spacious Green, where feeding Flocks attend the Shepherd▪ s call, forget their present wants, and listen to the loved Music of his tuneful Pipe. There labouring Swains when toils outstrip the Day, Dance with the Maids they Love, and cheat those pains by cruel labour brought. The Gardener it seems had by chance left the Backdoor open, and there being a Tarrass walk upon the top of the Bank, we resolved from thence to view the open Fields. The Water murmured beneath us, and the little Fishes wantoned in the Streams. The setting Sun looked back on that vast tracked he had left behind him, grieved to lose that prospect once he had, and as he stooped beneath the veil of Night, roused up himself with eagerness, and by a flash of new born Light, would gild the distant Mountains. Just so a Lover when he quits the Shoar, with trouble views the Mistress of his Vows, longs to be nigh, yet still he slides away, and when he's almost banished from her sight, he stands aloft and glads her from afar, and by his gestures shows he fain would stay. In a word, Madam, the place and the Company very much charmed me, and I felt that painful joy at my Heart, which speaks us sick with Love. Amongst other things, I asked Odmar, if his Father's pains were yet abated, if he hoped a speedy recovery, and told him, that tho' I was proud of his Company, yet I could not choose but grieve the occasion that brought us so often together. Madam, replied he) I cannot be so happy in this World, as when I am in Aristeon 's House, and yet I think it fatal to me, for as the Father's pains decrease, the Sons are still augmented, and those torments that oppressed the old Man's body, are doubly charged upon the young Man's Soul. I blushed as he spoke, and so many crowding thoughts filled my Breast, I was unable from the confused heap to produce one to serve the present exigency. My unseasonable silence showed I understood his Language too well, and had before thought of (nay it may be wished for) what I heard.  
Odmar read his good Fortune in my Eyes, and (willing to make use of the lucky Minute) threw himself at my Feet, conjured me to remember that his Life and Fortune depended on what I was about to say, that one kind word gave him Heaven, and my anger made him the unhappiest of Men. That 'twas impossible for him to live without me, and he'd forfeit every thing he held dear on Earth, for the greater blessing of my Love.— His fears, Madam, were vain, I esteemed him too much to give him more of Pain, and replied in Terms that spoke him not indifferent to my Soul. Had your Grace seen his looks, when he found me so calm, in spite of all your Modesty you would have doted on him, and I dare say 'twas impossible for Woman to have used him otherwise than I did.  
Dion at last recovered, and I must say, tho' I wished him well, I grieved his Health restored, ' cause by his absence I was robbed of Odmar. Our parting yet presents itself to my view, and I see the lovely Youth drowned in Melancholy, ashamed of his weakness, yet weeping as he spoke. His House was but three Miles from ours. I bid him remember that Conveniency, and proposed an Interview at least once a Week. The Youth (who was o rejoy'd to find me so kind, and indulgent to his flame) was almost dumb with ecstasy, and swore he ne'er could Merit any part of that Goodness I had shown; and that his Life was not of worth enough to repay my stock of Love.  
When he was gone, methought I yet saw him, heard him, felt his soft kisses, and gazed upon the Phantom. My tender Heart could hardly bear the burden of a long Weeks absence. A thousand times I traced the Tarrass walk, and if from afar I espied aught that resembled Humane Kind, I longed and wished it him. Odmar shared in every thought, and my Father's House looked runious, dead and decayed, since the departure of the sprightly Youth. I remembered every word he spoke, when first he swore he Loved, and cur'st the hour that took him from my Sight. I blush not, Madam, to say, no Woman ever loved like Daria, and no Man e'er merited more than Odmar.  
To avoid Discovery, I was to meet him a Mile from our House, the River already mentioned which run by the Garden, chalked out my way, and I went along upon the dewy Banks, and shaded from the Sun by spreading Oaks. When we met ' was impossible for either of us to express our Joys: We gazed, sighed, and embraced, as if our Souls had joined; grieved that time flew too fast, and wished the Minute's Years. What e'er he said was welcome to my mind, and tho' I listened to his Voice, with all the pleasure of a ravished Maid, yet I often broke the thread of his Discourse, by ask a thousand little kind yet insignificant Questions, because like him I'd show how much I loved. Thus have we spent a few short hours, then grieved and parted, tho' never before we had fixed the Day for our next Interview. At this time we railed at Fortune and our Stars, and mourned we could not meet to stay for ever. But had we known the coming ill, we'd then have judged ourselves truly happy.  
My Father it seems had often missed me, and found by constant Observation that I was absent twice every Week, and always at the same hours. He knew not at first what to think of this adventure, he dreamt not of Odmar, and wondered much that I should walk abroad alone. 'Tis true he had taken notice of my Melancholy, tho' ignorant of the Cause, and was now afraid that I began to humour that weakness of the mind, which so often proves fatal to the Beauty and the Judgement of its Slave, knowing that while we humble the mind too far, we sink the body quite. But then again considering my Years, my few Cares (unless I loved) his and my Mother's kindness to me, he could hardly Credit that thought; to rid himself therefore of his doubts, he resolved to watch me narrowly for the future, and in person make a true and wished discovery of the hidden secret.  
The early Day drove on the yielding Night, and as the latter fled, the first in view appeared, proud of the Conquest, and growing in his strength. The happier gods lay stretched upon their Beds, and loath to rise, raised up their awful Heads, looked down, and shuffled by the thicker Clouds, to see if busy mortals yet were stirring, but viewing the dark and solitary Globe, they shrinkt again beneath the covert of the Night half fled, and closed up the Gape of Heaven to wait the arrival of the marching Day. In a word, Madam, 'twas very early in the morning when I arose, and took that road which led me to my Love. My Father followed me so close, that unseen he posted himself behind a Bush, hard by that shade where gentle Odmar lay. When I appeared, the Youth arose and caught me in his Arms. Oh welcome to my Breast, (he cried) my beauteous generous Daria! What Love can repay this favour, or what words express my boundless Joy. When all the World sleeps, we two are awake, and kind Daria robs herself of rest to ease her Odmar from the pains of absence. Aristeon who saw how familiarly he embraced me, and distinctly heard every word he spoke, was strangely surprised, and wished himself in the other World, that he might be insensible of that affront he already thought done him in this; and doubted not but I was born for his ruin, and the disgrace of his Family. He was a Man, Madam, rigorously good, and loved me very tenderly; from this you may easily imagine the troubles of his Mind, and with what difficulty he contained himself. While Odmar spoke, I had felt a sudden trembling at my Heart, newborn fears oppressed my easy Soul, and I was sick with the apprehension of some coming danger, yet could not foresee how, or from whence the dreaded ill should come The young Man was sensibly afflicted with the unlooked for change, threw himself at my Feet, and sighing cried. O my Daria whence this new coldness to the Man that Loves you! You have been kind, I have been more happy and— A risteon no longer doubting what before he much had feared, with fury in his looks eppeared. He continued some time silent, his passion denying him the liberty of speaking, or it may be he waited till his heat abated, and his judgement should take place. My surprise, Madam, is not to be painted in words, and kind Odmar grieved and looked on me. My Father looked steadfastly upon me, and taking me by the Hand, which eagerly he grasped, he calmly but resolv'dly said, Well, well, Daria, you have undone yourself, and banished ease from me. My misfortune comes from that side from whence I lest expected any unkindness, and Odmar wrongs that Man, that would have laid down his Life for his or Dion's service. Ah! Why did he ask? or why did you consent? I've not comfort now, but that the tender Julietta is yet ignorant of her Daughter's weakness. My Lover was so amazed, he knew not what to say. But falling on his Knees he embraced those of Aristeon, and at last swore by all the Powers above, he never yet designed him any harm, and that his Daughter was Virtuous even to a fault. But if innocent Love, or chaste mutual flames were crimes, he owned we both were guilty, and deserved his anger. Daria's Birth (continued he) is in nothing inferior to Odmar's; and if my Fortune surmounts hers, her Virtue turns the scale, and with her Beauty joined, weighs more than Dion's Wealth, or all the glorious riches of the Indies. My Father with Tears in his Eyes raised him from the ground, and again taking me by the Hand, Come, come, Daria, (said he) these are fine Baits to catch Fools and ignorant easy Maids withal. Odmar, for your Father's sake I cease to resent this injury as I ought, tho' you have hurt me in the most tender part. She has been kind, you have been happy: But neither of you shall be so again, and now you part for ever. This said, he turned his face and mine away, and cursed the hour brought Odmar to our House▪ To have seen the afflicted Lover, (for I would look back) would have baffled all the Precepts of Philosophy, and turned the strongest Reason and most fortified Judgement into downright madness. My Soul was in a perfect frenzy, and I could have railed against Heaven and Nature, and damned that wanton slippery minute that gave me first a being.  
When we came home, I retired to my Chamber. To tell you my thoughts, Madam, were to undertake an employment that yet would distract me. I considered my loss, my indiscreet management, my poor Father's grief, and by his concern and Love for me, soon found, that I ought not to have done any thing of that consequence without his knowledge and consent. I remembered his Tears, his silence by the way (for he had not spoke one word to me upon the Road) the words my Lover uttered, which might give him just grounds to suspect my frailty. But most of all I remembered my afflicted Odmar; methought I yet saw him speaking to my Father, yet eyeing me, and scarce Master of his Judgement, so much for me he feared.  
My Mother wondered she had not seen me all that day, and enquiring for me of Aristeon, she was told I kept my Chamber, that he had spoke some things to me, which tho' not harsh in themselves, yet had brought my Tears; and desired her to assure me, that he was again pleased, and pardoned what could not be recalled, if for the future I forbore to offend in that kind. Julietta desired he'd impart the cause of this little quarrel, and told him, she was afraid he had been unjust to me, because she knew I dreaded to displease him. Besides, she was confident my Nature led me not to any thing, that in the least looked like disobedience. My Father said he knew 'twas so, and that he was sorry for what he had said. You see, Madam, he had the tenderness of a Kind Parent, and the goodness of a Just Husband. He already forgot (as much as possible) what he had heard and seen; my Tears had melted him, and after he had seriously examined Odmar's words, the hopes of finding me truly innocent yet cheered his Soul, and by quick degrees had raised him up to better, kinder thoughts. To Julietta he was just in the concealment of what had brought her too many fears; and to show the goodness of his humour, from my infancy I observed, that he had the tenderness of a Young Lover for her, studied to please, as if he yet courted her esteem; she was a Mistress and a Wife, and never grieved without a constant sharer.  
When she came to see me, she found my declining Head supported by my Arm, I was half asleep, my sorrows having wearied out my active thoughts, and burdened yielding Nature; unwilling to awake me, she was about to retire, when her hasty steps prevented all her cares, and roused me till I started from my Lethargy. I doubted not but that Aristeon had fully informed her of what had passed, and throwing myself at her feet, conjured her to believe me innocent, swore I ne'er had yielded even in thought; that the generous kind Odmar had a better opinion of my Virtue, than to think of, or propose a thing that would have given me cause eternally to hate him. That I was faulty in nothing but in concealing a Secret of that weight from my Father and her. But that I should atone for that Crime by my future Conduct.  
Julietta was much startled with what she heard, but being of a ready Wit, easily concealed her past ignorance, and pleasantly asked me why Aristeon was incensed against Odmar? If you concealed it (added she) where was the Crime? Come, tell me all again, for I'm afraid your Father was biased by his Passion when he informed me of the Adventure.— You may believe, Madam, I failed not to obey, and thereupon gave her a true account of every thing that concerned my Love, and that discovery Aristeon had made. While I told the Story I could observe strange changes and alterations in her looks. By turns, she eyed me with concern, anger, fear, joy, and grief. However the relation once ended, she threw her Arms about my Neck, wept with the sudden transport of indulgent thoughts, and assured me she had feared much my weakness, ' cause I yet was Young. But that now all her fears were vanished, and she believed me Virtuous. That Aristeon had concealed from her what had happened that day, yet had sent her to inform me, that he forgave me all. This, Madam, gave me a double joy, and I could hardly forbear laughing when I considered my past thoughts, my fears, and that ugly face my dejected fancy had given to my Fortune, and now saw that which I had industriously formed to increase my own pain, in half a minute vanished. I thanked Julietta for her tenderness and that good opinion she had of me, and just as I spoke Aristeon entered. He had left me in Tears, and the fondness of his Nature made him impatient till in some measure he had restored my peace of mind. Daria (said he) you see I'm a kind Father, and tho' you have offended, I come to sue for Pardon, and am pleased to confess I wronged you Come my Dear, for the future let us have no cause for just complaints from either side, and let m● hope that you truly deserve that good opinion ● have of you. My Mother said she'd answer in my behalf, for tho' I had been weak, yet she wa● persuaded Odmar had a greater respect for him than to attempt the dishonouring of his Daughter. Ha! (cried Aristeon) than my Julietta you have found the occasion of our quarrel? Ye● (replied she) and am sorry you made a Secret o● what all the World may know, without prejudiced to her Honour or that of our House. Aristeon said, that at first his fears were it may be too great, but now his mind was at rest, and I could only keep him so by my solemn promise before Julietta, never to see Odmar or to Love him more. This, Madam, was a hard proof of my Obedience, and at first I was very much surprised with the proposal. But suddenly remembering that 'twas no mortal sin if I should see my Lover afterwards; I gave the proof of allegiance desired, and engaged never to converse with him again, unless one or both of them were present.  
Thus, Madam, the storm I so much feared blew over, my sin of Love was forgot, and I absolved for a performance of the penance enjoined me. How far I played the Penitent, you may easily judge by what followed in a very few days.  
Dion came to our House (as he used to do) attended by two or three Servants. Methought I had a more than common interest in them, and could hardly forbear testifying so much to his very Slaves. I eyed them with a passion that is not easily to be expressed, for I cannot positively say that I hoped for any thing from them, and yet my mind gave me, that Odmar had (it might be) spoke to some of them, and if he had not written to me, at least commanded them to observe my Eyes, and afterwards inform him if there they saw any signs of Languishment or Sorrow for his absence. In each of their Faces (for from my Window I could see them playing in the Court,) methought I read my own misfortune, remembered that next night they would be with Odmar, yet were insensible of he happiness, and almost died with grief, when I thought the Dear Youth had not sent me any Mark of his continued Love.  
In this dejected humour I retired; left the old People together, and in the Garden sought for ease where first I lost it. Rigged, (for that was the Name of one of the Servants) followed at a distance, and taking an Alley which crossed that in which I walked, he met me as if chance had led him. You may believe, Madam, I was pleasantly enough surprised when he gave me a Letter, and smiling told me, his Young Master had been Post to himself, if Dion had not prevented him. When I received it, I scarce knew what to say; and I must confess I had not Art enough to hid my inward Joy. Having opened it, I found these words:  
My Daria,  
Would to Heaven you knew the troubles of my anxious Breast, and all those pains that rack my burdened Soul. Oh Daria! If Aristeon's frowns have banished Odmar from your Heart, I'm the most wretched of Human Kind. Think! Think my Dear! of some means to procure me that happiness I once possessed. To see thee, and to hear thee speak, gives those Joys that even a Lover cannot half express. I'm mad 'twixt grief and Love; I would write more, but— Oh remember that during this absence I am thy unhappy.  
Odmar.  
How much I loved, and how this Letter was received, may appear from my Answer. Which was to this purpose, if my memory serves me.  
My Odmar,  
IF you Love like me, I can easily paint your troubles and all those pains that rack you; and to convince you that no power can banish Odmar from his Daria 's thoughts, I'll see you and speak to you, tho' obliged to the contrary by a solemn Promise. To morrow's Night then (at Nine of the Clock) come to the Backdoor of the Garden, on that side next the Fields, and in the new Lodge you'll find your longing  
Daria.  
The Lodge much resembled a Pavilion, 'twas stored with Books and Pictures, and from the Window one might see three Rivers join into one Body; and falling from a mighty precipice in view, you'd thought they shaked the very Floor on which you stood. The bubbling and hollow noise of the greater stream provoked your Melancholy, and fed the Lamp of Love. I had of late much frequented that place, I kept the Key myself, and could not think of one more convenient for this stolen interview. 'Twas there I writ my Letter undiscovered, and there resolved to meet my welcome Lover; my Father alone used to possess it, 'tis true; but on the other hand I remembered, that I had not seen him there for twelve long Months past. In a word, Madam, I thought the place very secure, and already wished the Night gone, that stood like a heavy Age between me and my happiness. Methought I already saw the transported Youth begging at my Feet, melting my Heart, and conquering as he spoke. I dreamt of nothing but Odmar, or if I awaked I scarce knew that I did so, for the lovely Image was so strongly imprinted, I knew not if my Judgement or my active Fancy formed him.  
When Day appeared, the morning moved so faintly, you'd thought the lingering Night had dared him to the Combat, and vowed the sole possession of the Skies. I quit my Bed so early, that from my Chamber Window I could not descry any thing awake but myself, a dead silence reigned in every part, and not one watchful Bird yet welcomed in the light, the yielding Grass lay covered o'er with Dew, and the nodding Trees spoke Nature in a Slumber. To any but a Lovesick Maid, this had been no other than a melancholy Scene, and I must own that even to myself it appeared no less. But from that melancholy my pleasure grew; Love in absence is naturally dejected and languishing, and I firmly believe (at least I think I felt it so) that when we are alone, and sad, the Fancy is stronger than when our Reason drives our Passions from our Breasts, and hardens the Soul, which Love or Grief before had melted down and made pliant for any impressions.  
While thus I stood and thought of Odmar and the coming Night, I could see, (tho' with some difficulty a Man on Horseback). I waited impatiently till he approached, (for those who Love much hope ease from every thing) and at last knew him to be Dion and Odmar's Servant. After I had asked concerning his Master's health, and told him that I'd awake some of the Servants to let him in, I stole gently down Stairs myself, and (changing my Voice to a sharper Key) desired to know if he had business with my Master? (meaning my Father) Riga (for 'twas he, and knew me not) answered no. He begged pardon for that disturbance he gave the Family, and said, he had lost yesterday some Papers of consequence, and was sure he had dropped them in our House, and to his best knowledge the last time he had them was in Daria's Chamber, when he waited upon his Master. This increased my hopes, and I firmly believed 'twas a Plot of Odmar's, and willing to be speedily resolved, I asked him (by way of a whisper) if he had not a Letter for my young Mistress. No, (said he in a seeming Passion) from whom should it come? Why (replied I) she writ to Odmar yesterday, and from him expected an Answer. Did she! (cried he) I know nothing of the matter, I came out early in search of my Paper, and am obliged by seven of the Clock to attend Dion, because this Day he goes a Hunting with some of his Neighbours. But pray (added he in another tone) Sweet heart, if 'tis possible let me into Daria's Chamber, for there I'm persuaded I shall find my Papers. I was vexed, and knew not what to make of this Adventure. If my Father had seen me I had been undone. The fellow told me he had no Letter for me, yet wanted to be in my Room, and spoke the story of his Papers with so much gravity and earnestness, that I could hardly doubt the truth of what he said. Unwilling nevertheless to betray my own weakness, I still personated the Maid, and faintly told him that he might come softly up Stairs, and stay at the Door till I had received her Orders. He followed, and when I entered my Chamber I was even sick with grief, I wondered much that Odmar had not written to me, and thought, if he eagerly had longed to see me, he had slipped no opportunity of telling me so, and of returning those thanks my too obliging Letter well deserved. However I was yet unwilling to condemn him, and to divert that pain the thoughts of his unkindness brought me. I run immediately to the Door, where I had almost forgot the poor Servant; and Night being wholly fled, he could perceive by my morning Gown who it was then admitted him, and after a low Bow presented me with a Letter from Odmar. I've lost no Papers, Madam, (said he) but you see I've presumed to bring one, and from a Man who would renounce a year of that term of life allotted him by Destiny, to see you as securely now as I do. Riga's good conduct and obliging Compliment so prevailed upon my fluttering gladded Heart, that I could not for my life delay that. Reward he deserved till I opened the Letter. The faithful Servant thanked me for my bounty, desired me speedily to read what he had brought me, and assured me I should ever find him constant to his young Master's interest, tho' I had not tied him to it by my Liberality. The words, Madam, If I remember well were these.  
My Generous Daria,  
I am Blest beyond my hopes, or what the most ambitious e'er could wish. Oh! every minute shows a painful hour till that marked out for my happiness arrive. I'll see thee by Heaven, tho' all the Elements at once opposed me, let the gods be passive and nothing shall stop my way. I'll for ever remember Nine, for that hour my Daria chose to bless her Odmar, shall for the future be set apart for Love and Wine. Oppress me with heavy Cares all Day, I'll shake off the burden when that lucky minute comes, remember the Happiness it now brings me, and even while the Clock strikes I'll dote upon the very sound.  
Odmar.  
I considered this Letter as the effect of his Love, and the very product of his real Thoughts, and knew by his stile and freedom he had remembered 'twas in safe Hands, and would be with secrecy enough conveyed to mine. However, lest the Servant's stay should have rendered his Errand liable to suspicion I durst not write, and only bid him tell his Master. I was pleased with what he had sent me, but could give no immediate return, unless he hazarded a disapointment at Night, as undoubtedly 'twould come to pass, if I should be suspected in the morning, of holding any correspondence with my kind Odmar. The Servant withdrew, and I could see him mount his Horse ere any in the Family were awake.  
You may wonder, Madam, when you consider my reserved way of living, and coldness of Temper, how I was then so kind, and perhaps you may quarrel my fondness too, and that expression my kind Odmar! But if your Grace consider my Years, and that my inclinations were Virtuous, methinks 'twill not appear strange or faulty; for in honest exalted Love there can be no Crime, and what  we say of obliging and tender, is certainly pardonable, if we do it as we ought, which in the first place is to consider if we are truly beloved, the merit and conduct of our Lovers, and most of all to do it privately and with caution; for even Crimes themselves (when we confess the truth) if done in secret, give not half that trouble to the mind, which public Trifles bring. I read the Letter a thousand times, and in that employment consumed the tedious Day. When the hour approached I felt those little pains to which I had been a stranger, or at least had not before that time thought of; I feared that if the Youth came too soon, my Father or some of the Servants might see him in the Fields, and if I should go to the Lodge before the hour prefixed, I should be missed and searched for. These thoughts made me very uneasy. However the danger I feared from the last Accident was the least, and I ventured down into the Garden. I had no sooner opened the Door, than I found my hasty Lover muffled in his Cloak. The kind Youth caught me in his Arms. Oh my Daria! (cried he) I'm lost in ecstasy! Pardon me if I cannot express my thoughts, to Heaven and you I own so much, that I must still confess myself a Bankrupt. O thou dear darling of my Soul, forgive me if I have no more this goodness to repay, but life and constant Love. He was so welcome to my Breast, Madam, that I could say no more than, Oh my Odmar! What I wanted in words I supplied in looks, and I dare say the happy young Man was pleased with all he saw.  
When we went into the Lodge I locked the Door behind me; you see Odmar, (said I) how much I Love, and the good opinion I have of you. Madam, (replied he) that's a Compliment I know not how to answer; for I'm afraid you'd think me faulty, if I said your Honour were secure and you were safe, because to mention that were to call my nobler Love in question. No Odmar, (said I) I would be very unhappy if I could in thought dispute the innocence of your Love or Mine; but I'm sorry that when I see you, I must be guilty of a breach of Promise. Ha', (cried he) is Aristeon then so much an Enemy to my Love! It seems he doubts not your Virtue but my Treachery. But Daria he's unjust to me, for rather than wrong thee, I'd forfeit Life, Estate, or any thing yet dearer, nay by Heaven I'd rather banish all my hopes of being Beloved, never see thee more, and be for ever damned to absence from my greatest Blessing.— Yet Daria (for thou art all goodness) think of a way to redress this mighty ill, secure thyself, and ease thy Father of his fears, and if you Love, tie yourself for ever mine. Oh my Daria! refuse me not that Heaven I ask, our Parents soon will be reconciled, I shall yet (if possible) increase my stock of Love, thou shalt be more fond, and all that see us shall confess us truly happy.  
Madam, I hope you will own 'twas hard for a young Maid, that loved well to keep a Medium 'twixt her Fears and Joys. His Fortune was infinitely beyond mine, he knew his Father would be incensed, and might perhaps from a kind Parent become a cruel Enemy; all the World was sensible of his Merit, nor could he himself be ignorant, that 'twas in his power to wed a greater Beauty and a larger fortune. When these thoughts fled, my sudden Cares took place, and I already saw him unfortunate and forsaken by his Friends, ' cause he was just to me. I saw his frowns in poverty, and an hourly decay in his Love; and methought I already heard the poor changed Odmar whispering in my Ear, I had been great, had I but loved thee less. This last thought stopped the hasty flight of my fond new fledged Soul, and it was not in my power to give an answer to what the Youth had said. My unusual silence equally moved his wonder and his fear, when throwing himself at my feet, Daria (said he) why do you use me thus? Oh remember 'tis Odmar speaks, 'tis the Man that Loves you, one that can ne'er be happy without you, and thinks the Gods have not a gift to bestow upon their first Favourite amongst Mortals, like that I ask of you. Who can resist a kneeling Lover, Madam? I raised him in my Arms, and fond, yet confusedly told him, His Love and Honour made me wholly his, and I would be eternally ruled by him. For now I gave my all into his hands. To tell you his Joy and the kind words he uttered, were to renew the sense of my misfortunes. No man e'er said more, no Woman e'er believed more, or gave kinder yet more innocent returns, and no two Lovers e'er confided more in one another, or were happier than we. When we had said all we could, we unwillingly were silent, and gazed upon one another, than began afresh, praised, loved, doted, sighed and languished. This happy Scene had banished all my Cares, I found my Odmar Just, and sought no other Blessing.  
At last my discreet Lover kindly told me 'twas past twelve, conjured me to forgive him, because slippery Time had run away when he had seen his thoughts employed. I was hearty vexed that I had managed so ill; I saw how inconvenient 'twas for Odmar to travel at an hour so unseasonable, and yet knew myself necessarily obliged to leave him. In this disorder of thoughts I heard a noise in the Garden, and stealing softly to the Window, I could discern my Father with one or two Servants, enquiring earnestly of one another if they had yet seen me. I trembled when I heard my name pronounced, and my Lover was almost mad with grief because he saw me so. At last they came to the Door, where they knocked aloud, and receiving no answer, concluded I was in some other place, either dangerously ill with a sudden fit of sickness, or by some other accident unknown. My Father, to be better satisfied, commanded them to break open the Door, because he said I might be there, yet fast asleep. But the Servants assuring him that 'twas impossible, considering the noise they had made; he was at last diverted from his resolution. My Lover while this was acting, stood with his Sword in his hand ready to receive him, swore he had been once tamely robbed of me, but would be so no more; that he would not attempt Aristeon's Life, but would secure my Peace, and carry me off in spite of all his followers; and I verily believe had my Father entered, I would have trusted to Odmar's generosity, and fled with him. As they went off, I heard Aristeon cry, Oh Heavens! Restore my Daughter, or take back that wretched Life you gave me. These words wounded my very Soul; and I had almost cried Your Daria is not lost. However seeing his search was to no purpose, he retired to his House, and there with my weeping Mother, waited the arrival of a new day.  
In the mean time 'twas so dark (and being naturally timorous) I durst not go thorrow the Garden alone, nor could I take Odmar with me, lest I had met Aristeon or some of the Servants by the way. My Lover saw my troubles, knew they were upon his account, and bore an equal share; I stifled my grief as well as I could, that I might lessen his, and with a calm brow asked him what was my best course. I bid him at once consult my Honour and my safety. And he, who never entertained a thought against either, said he would be advised by me. But if I relied upon his Opinion or Judgement, I should stay in the Lodge all night, he'd stay by me, and guard me while I slept. In the morning he would retire as early as I pleased. And that I could hardly satisfy Aristeon concerning my Conduct, if I should go home at that hour of the Night. Odmar's Voice was to me, Madam, no less than an Oracle, and I knew him so good and just, I scrupled not to grant him any thing he asked. My silence showed I was resolved to stay; and the glad Youth scarce knew how to thank me for my goodness, and that opinion I had of his, and swore he would not betray so much innocence to gain the first Beauty under Heaven, and the greatest Empire on Earth: Having thus spent an hour or two, Odmar begged I'd go to Bed (for there was always one in the Room in which my Father often lay) that sleep was necessary for the preservation of my Health, which was dearer to him than his own Life, and assured me he would awake me  the Sun arose. I was much concerned at the Proposition, and with some passion asked him if he thought my Love had banished native modesty, or if he had advised me to stay with a design to attempt my Honour. The kind Youth fell upon his Knees, and clasping mine, Swore by all the Gods he never meant me ill; Daria's welfare and that of his Soul were equally his care, and if I denied him that assurance of my Love he begged, he would believe himself yet unhappy after all I had done for him. Why Daria, said he, is Odmar a Common Lover? Is he not thy Husband? Let me hope our Hearts are Joined, and sure a few trifling Ceremonies serve not to confirm the tye before Heaven but our fellow Creatures, whose unbounded Passions must be limited and restrained by Laws. To the Virtuous and good no force is needful, and I shall be just to thee, as I would expect mercy from the powers in Heaven when my last hour approaches.— O! Madam, 'tis needless to say any more, I Loved even to distraction, nor did he merit less. I yielded, and hid my blushes in his Breast; he was blest, nor could I think myself unhappy. That sleep he had at first proposed was to both denied, nay was not wished or looked for; we consumed the hours in each others Arms, and Jove sat wishing, when he viewed our Joys.  
When the unfortunate Sun appeared, and lovely Odmar risen, what agonies did my poor Soul know! He embraced me tenderly, but without one kind word leapt from the disordered Bed. I already feared I had shown too much of fondness, and that the Joys of that Night had cloyed the appetite of his easy Soul. When he was dressed, he came again to the Bed's side, took me in his Arms, sighed, and asked me when he should be blessed again? With Tears in my eyes I told him I was his, and that now my happiness depended upon his pleasure. To morrow's night then (said he) let me find my Daria here, doubt not my Love or honour; kissed me again, and so quit the Room. Oh! Madam, if you knew those cares oppressed me when he was gone. I remembered how eloquent he had been before I yielded, and now saw he had not one kind word to spare. His sighs increased my fears, and I had nothing to comfort me in this new affliction, but that last kiss he gave me, which, notwithstanding of his silence, methought did yet express a constant tender flame.  
When I opened the Door, I traced his footsteps on the Dew, and almost sunk with the fresh remembrance of what had past. Go (said I) Odmar go, and if thou art not so Honourable as I have judged thee, I know how to be revenged; my Death shall atone for my guilt, and thou shalt mourn the loss of her that loved thee. As I spoke, I cast my Eyes that way the Youth had gone, and saw my Father coming. I trembled so much as he approached, that my fears indeed were enough to betray the secret. Ha! Daria (cried he) is this the reward of a Father's care? Have I loved you to be the more easily betrayed by you, and is your Virtue and Honour fled beyond Redemption! my passion is not master of my Judgement, and I forbear to use you as I ought to do, tho' I've traced Odmar, and saw him on the other side of the River. But take this for my positive resolution, never see me more; since you obeyed not the instruction of a kind Father, I shall, nay I have forgot that ever I had a Daughter. I had spent the night in pleasure, and the morning in Tears, so that I had not time to feign a story to divert his Anger. I threw myself therefore at his feet, and sunk with grief, could hardly bid him think I yet was Virtuous. Yes, yes, Daria (replied he) you are Virtuous! I can read in your Eyes no signs of last night's Revels! But come (continued he, and taking me by the hand) let's see the Scene where the dishonour of my House was acted. When he came to the Bed, Oh, Madam, I blush to tell, that the marks of Virgin Loves confessed that weakness which I strove to hid. My Father was Thunderstruck with what he saw, and running out of the Room, I could hear him at some distance cry, Oh my lost Daria! I'm sure, Madam, you will confess 'tis impossible to paint that grief I then felt; I fell into a swoon upon the Bed, and there lay some hours  I recovered my senses. When my Judgement returned, I felt a new return of all my pains too, I was ready to end all my griefs by one dire Blow, and I'm firmly persuaded, if any instrument of Death had been nigh, I had not now lived to mourn the loss of Odmar. However amidst all my sorrows I remembered that Appointment he had made the succeeding night, and tho' I doubted much his Constancy, I resolved to wait the event. Till that time should come I knew not whither to betake myself, I could not fly to a Friend's House, because than my shame would be notorious, and durst not venture to show myself at home, when Aristeon had sworn he ne'er would own me;  I could come to a resolution, my afflicted Mother entered the Lodge. Well Daria, (said she) I come not to reproach you with a Crime that cannot now be mended, but to tell you that no Arguments can yet reconcile you to your Father. He denies your admittance to his House. This indiscreet way of Loving, has sown that reproach upon our Family, (for can you think Odmar will wed a Fortune so mean as yours!) which no time shall be able to Root out. In a word, Aristeon is mad with Grief, and you may guests at mine. However, come along with me, and stay in your Chamber without his knowledge, for my Tears may yet persuade him to forgive this fault of Love and Youth. I was not able to give any answer to this tenderness of Julietta's, my grief was visible in my Face, and sufficiently pleaded my excuse. I obeyed then, and when I was left alone in my Room, in a few minutes my condition was the same it had been a little before my Mother had come to me; and when the troubles of my mind again allowed me the use of my senses, I read my Odmar's Letters a thousand times, but found not half that pleasure in 'em I had known before. At Night Julietta came again to see me, told me my Father's sorrow was nothing yet abated, and that he was resolved not lose Dion's Friendship, bid me make use of my Reason, and shun immoderate Grief, and so left me to myself. I spent the Night without sleep, and the next Morning yet increased my fears, for now the hour approached, in which I was again to see my Odmar, from whom alone I hoped and wished relief. To be short, Madam, Night at last arrived, but not my Lover. How I longed and waited for him in that Lodge, where I had been once so happy, no Tongue can utter; I stayed there all Night, and, tho' in the dark and alone, void of my wont fears, and only wept my own folly, and the young Man's unkind absence.  
In the Morning I found a Paper lying upon the Bed, I knew it to be Odmar's, and wondered that my Father had not seen it the other Day. You must know, Madam, (for so I understood afterwards) 'twas written by a Friend of his, to whom I have since that time been much indebted. Having opened it with impatiency, I found these words.  

Accursed be those who Marriage vows begun,  
'Twas a mere trick to bubble easy Man.  
An holy Cheat, a promised Heaven ne'er found,  
Cousins the Traveller like enchanted Ground.  
Which when he seeks to tread he ne'er can find,  
Flies quick away, and leaves no marks behind.  
Some doting Coxcomb may with pleasure Wed,  
And with some lovely Female share his Bed;  
Who'll sigh and clasp him in her treacherous Arms,  
And feed his Lechery with a thousand Charms;  
Weep when he's sick, and feign a real Grief,  
Offer her Blood, nay Soul for his relief.  
The blind old Ass believes, and mourning lies,  
Views the dear Jilt, with sorrow in his Eyes,  
Gives her a Jointure and a Cully dies;  
While she (poor thing) to ease her anxious Breast,  
 he's half cold admits an abler Guest.  
His brawny Foot-man's Master of the Spoil,  
And swims in Gold he gains with midnight Toil.  
The Roman Knight by all was praised, when he  
Despised a Gulf to let his Country see  
He'd plunge himself to set his Neighbours free.  
To me no Love like that shall e'er be known,  
I'll know no other Interest but my own.  
Fond Maids may think I'll Wed, but I'll enjoy,  
Promise and ne'er perform, since for a Toy  
None but a Fool would's Liberty destroy.  
When Heaven would punish Sins and anger show;  
It joins two Beggars, and it leaves them so.  
Each cries for help, which neither can afford,  
This blames his Wife, and that her needy Lord,  
While Sir Loyn shunning noise forsakes the board.  
Some yielding Nymph—   
You see by this broken line, Madam, the piece was not perfected, however, there was enough to move my grief and wonder; I was now fully persuaded Odmar was unjust, and even when I believed him so, wondered that a Man, who looked so like a god, could in his Nature be the worst of Villains. I knew he was a Poet for his own pleasure, and found by what I had read, he had spoke his Sentiments, not half his Art or Wit. I saw my Fortune painted in each line, and now (tho' ne'er before) I wished I had not seen him. I found my ruin ineyitable, for since Odmar was unkind, I had no more to lose. I had too convincing a proof of my ill Fortune, when I considered he had written to me in the Morning, when he was to see me that Night, and could not reasonably have expected a Letter from him; and that now when he had given me the disapointment, he had not been at the pains to excuse himself, or say that yet he loved me.  
This, Madam, is a tedious way of telling the story of my Love. But I can do no less than acquaint you with my Griefs, because the remembrance of these things fill my Soul, and yet deny a room to any other thought. To be short then as possibly I can, I resolved speedily to abandon the World, and retire to a Nunnery a few Miles distant from Odmar's House. I had two young Cousins there, whom Love had made Religious, and I resolved to spend my Days like them. I went privately to my Chamber, and took from thence every thing of Value and of little Bulk, read my Lover's kind Letters, and afterwards burnt them; with my Eyes took a long farewell of every thing in the House, and, drowned in Tears, I left it.  
I had not walked far, when my Grief and Trouble made me know, I was too weak for a Journey of five long Miles on Foot. Half faint beneath a shady Tree I lay, and viewed the watchful Shepherds driving out their Flocks, and wantoning even in Rags. I compared their happiness with mine, and often wished I had been born like them, to moderate Wants, or to an humbler Fortune, blessed with Peace and Innocence. I mourned all my Misfortunes at once, but most of all I grieved the loss of Odmar's Letters; for I found even then when I suffered so much for him, 'twas not in my Power to hate him.  
While thus I lay, I could see at some distance two Men on Horse back; 'twas yet so very early in the Morning, I could hardly think them less than Robbers. My fears suggested a thousand things to me, I remembered I was a Woman helpless and alone; and yet, Madam, by that great Power I swear that gave me first a Being, I wished them Murderers, Ravishers, or any thing that was Cruel. Life was become a perfect burden to me, and I was resolved some way or other to be relieved from the weight. As they approached, I stepped into the Road, and exposed, as if I had done it by Chance, any thing of value about me to tempt the vicious Wretches, then by resistance prompt them on to fury. This conduct I confess was a greater Crime than any I had yet committed, but your Grace will consider that Despair has no acquaintance with Reason, and I did it with a settled design to advance my ruin. When they came close up to me, Oh Heavens! what art can express my surprise, for I had almost fainted with excess of Joy! In the depth of my misery, and sunk beneath myself, my kind, just Odmar came to raise me up. Oh Daria! (cried he, alighting from his Horse) Whither art thou going? Why do I read in thy Face so many signs of past grief? Did you suspect me? Oh! by Heavens! I'm mad with Joy! For whate'er has brought thy Tears, I find thy Sorrows to thy Beauties add. When I could speak, Oh Odmar! (said I) do I own this happiness to Chance or You? No, (replied he suddenly) to yourself only, if you had been less Fair, or less Kind, I had been less Constant; and now I know you Love me, we shall both be happy. But I have nothing, my Dear, (continued he) to repay that Joy you give me, a heart excepted, which Heaven designed but for itself and you; for I have acquainted Dion with my Love, but he (tho' otherwise kind) is inexorable, and swears if I persist he ne'er shall see me more. The hopes nevertheless of obtaining his consent kept me from my Daria yesterday, but could not do so to day. Ah! Odmar, (cried I) The gods were passive, and you might have come. But I am ruined, my Father has banished me from his House, and our stolen happiness is— No, (said he, interrupting me, and with all the tenderness imaginable) if my Love can repay the loss of Aristeon's smiles, my Daria is not ruined. Here (continued he, and turning to his Friend) this is my Wife; You can confirm our Vows already made, and as you tender my Life obey. To be brief, Madam, Odmar was singular in his Love and Virtues. We were that day married, (for his Friend was a Priest, whom the kind Youth had brought on purpose) blessed with safe possession, and both Exiles, cause we loved too well.  
We retired to a Gentleman's House, who was Odmar's Relation and mine too. He writ often to his Father, but the old Man was deaf to all entreaties. Mine would not lose Dion's Friendship, tho' he pardoned me in his Heart; and my Mother alone was kind to us both, and sent me frequent Letters in return of mine. We went seldom abroad, we were welcome to our kind Friend, we loved more passionately than ever, and scarce one Night passed without a recital of our first night's Joys, our mutual Fears that followed, his long, my Pains, and those thoughts we entertained for one another, when first old Dion languished in our House. Thus, Madam, we lived two Years, and I can confidently affirm, that to the last hour we had those little Cares to please, true Love, and constant fondness for each other, we knew that Night I yielded in the Lodge. At last this happy Scene vanished, and tho' the story grates my Soul, and awakes my slumbering Griefs, yet, Madam, for your satisfaction take it thus.  
Our King (the good Othredus) unfortunate in his Councils, tho' of himself Just and Merciful even to a fault, was at last by Knaves betrayed, and by his Friends abandoned. In this extremity he fled, and (seeking protection from his neighbouring Monarch) left the Government to the management of others. Scarronida was so fond of their new Government, that he was judged a Traitor to his Country, who enterrained but favourable thoughts for his native injured Lord. The Eastern part of the Nation, nevertheless betook themselves to Arms, and tho' they were but a handful of Men, (the number of their Enemies considered) boldly kept the Field, and bid Defiance to the new crowned Head. Dion was one in this Loyal Army, and finding he was incapable of enduring those fatigues inherent to his Post, he sent at last for Odmar. My Father fought as he did, and whether or not he persuaded the old Man to reassume his good Nature upon this occasion, I cannot positively affirm. My kind Husband showed me the Letter he had received, and asked my advice concerning that Answer he designed, when at the same time he knew I had that respect for his Judgement, which fond little Children bear to that of a tender Mother. In a word, tho' the old Man had freely pardoned him, yet he would not obey, till first he had secured his Daria, and therefore let him know, that tho' he was kind, yet his Son was still unfortunate, unless he were doubly so to me; and, as a mark of his unfeigned Reconciliation, settled one half of his Estate upon me, if 'twere my Fortune to survive so good a Husband. Dion readily agreed to this, and assured him he deserved more than he had to bestow upon him, since his constancy to me sufficiently excused his primitive disobedience upon the score of Love. I firmly believe our hospitable Friend Tameran, (for that was his Name) alone grieved our better Fortune. He was an old Bachelor and an hater of Women, and the Author of those lines which Odmar had Copied, and by chance dropped in the Lodge, yet he confessed that in spite of his humour he found a certain pleasure, when he saw our mutual fondness, and happy way of living, and often swore if he could find a Woman like me, and himself could Love like Odmar, he'd be no more an Enemy to Marriage. When we came to Dion's House, we were received with all that respect and assurances of his affection we could desire, and Aristeon wept for Joy to see his Daughter blessed  
'Twas ne'er my chance to be every way Happy, and Odmar's absence lessened or quite removed the sense of my present Fortune. The Loyal Army lay but a few Miles from Dion's House, so that I heard from him every Day, and by the gods I swear, Madam, I read the Letters with the same Joy, I knew when faithful Riga gave me that one I mentioned under a pretence of seeking Papers which he ne'er had lost. Heaven ne'er saw two such Lovers, and when the new King's Army came into the bosom of our Country, I felt a thousand deadly Fears for the constant sharer of my Joys.  
In a few Days they came to a pitched Battle, where the General of the old King's Forces lost his Life, tho' he gained the Victory. He conquered, and Death o'ercome the Conqueror: Odmar flew to my Arms, the danger once I feared was now past, and security made us doubly blessed. He stayed a Month, which as an hour appeared, and the new King having mustered new Troops, he left me to seek new Hazards: The Armies again met, but Fortune had fled with the General, and we (if I may properly say I was on Odmar's side) lost the Day, and all that Honour we had gained before. My Husband however was safe, and I asked no more; our remaining Troops were by degrees cut off, and in a short time no Man appeared in Arms but Dion and his Followers. Unable to keep the Field he retired to a little Town, which yet owned no power superior to his own. This he fortified and stored with Provisions, such as the harrass'd Country could afford. In the mean time the successful Monarch, wearied with the Civil War, and willing to secure with seeming mercy what with Blood he had purchased, offered to every Man that would lay down his Arms the benefit of a Kariph, with you call an Act of Indemnity. Dion, who wisely saw he could be no longer serviceable to his Prince by an obstinate resistance, laid hold of this opportunity, and made his Peace with Honour. In short, our Gates were opened, we relied upon the Conquerour's Promise, admitted his Troops, and made 'em bosom Friends. Now it was, I thought myself beyond the reach of Fortune's frowns, and almost elevated above the power of Fate. Dion and Aristeon found themselves blessed beyond what e'er they hoped, and never saw us without Joy and Wonder. Oh heavens! how innocently we lived, and loved as when first we swore we did so. Poor Odmar thought of nothing but his Daria, and I never dreamt of any thing but him. We descried new Beauties in one another every Day, longed and wished like Bride and Bridegroom, gazed, embraced, and knew no pains, but when in each others Arms we sighed and feared we had not loved alike.— Now, Madam, pardon my Tears, for when I have told you all, you'll own my griefs are just.  
One Night as awake I lay, I heard my Odmar groaning in his Sleep. 'Twas the first time he ever had done so, and I was much amazed; but more, when suddenly raising himself up, he cried, Oh spare my Daria 's, and I'll give you mine. Ha' my Dear! (cried I) Whither does your fancy wander? Why thus afeared when there's no danger nigh. The kind Youth roused from his Sleep, caught me in his Arms, kissed me with transport, sighed, and would have slept again, had not I pressed his hand in mine, and conjured him to tell me why he had pronounced my Name. Ah! Daria, (said he) I can yet hardly think I have thee in my Arms, so much I feared thee lost. I dreamt (and oh methinks 'twas a very lively dream) that Tameran our kind Friend, who entertained us when unfortunate, pulled aside the Curtain, and with looks that spoke him filled with dire revenge, threatened thy life and mine, for Crimes he feared that I had done, but meant not to reveal. You take me for a Friend, (said he) but you shall find a Foe, where least you dreamt of one; I trust not the Man who once offends, for tho' he begs my pardon afterwards, yet I consider that as the effect of my power and his necessity, not Love or real Friendship. This said, methought he struck his Dagger to my Heart, and swore you too should bleed. 'Twas that my Dear, (continued he) which broke the Chain of Sleep, and set my Tongue at liberty. When Odmar spoke, I felt the same pain as if it had not been a dream; but that which sunk me most, was that this same Night I had seen old Dion expiring on his Bed, and ghastly in his Wounds. To increase my fears, my Windows stood all open, and between me and the Skies I saw the Heads and Limbs of murdered Friends, heard the shrieks of tortured Souls that wandered in the Air, and howling Ghosts to snowy shrowds confined. I shrunk, and grasped my Odmar in my Arms, and e'er I spoke I'd view the Scene again; but as I was about to tell my fears to my Dear kind Youth, I heard a dreadful noise upon the Stairs. The Chamber-door was immediately forced open, and Ruffians masked in Armour strait rushed in: My fears would not let me cry. But the more daring Odmar leapt from the Bed, and with his Sword received them. Oh Heavens! this godlike Man did all a mortal could, but covered o'er with Wounds at last he fell. Oh base Villains! Oh Daria! Daria! he cried, and in that moment died. The senseless Clay their utmost fury felt, and they stabbed Odmar, after Odmar fled. I saw't, Madam, (and oh that I lived to see so much) yet found that 'twas not in my power to speak, for my Soul (affrighted with the horrid sight) retired and left me destitute of sense. This alone saved my Life, for the cruel murderers when they saw me motionless on the Floor, and drenched in my Husband's Blood, believed me dead,  they forsook the Room. When I recovered my Soul half fled, I knew not what to think, I was in a perfect frenzy, and would have thought all a Dream still, if I had not found the wounded Body by me, nay even then I scarce could think myself awake; for when I examined my life past, in all my search I saw not one massy Sin that could have pulled this cruel stroke from Heaven, nor could I think that the just gods had used me so, when I had studied never to offend. The bloody Executioners had carried their dark Lanterns with them, and I, to be convinced of my own unhappiness, (undressed as I was) run into the other Room to tell old Dion that his Son was lost, and Daria just grown Mad; for, Madam, I must confess I really was so. Oh! what words or art can paint my pains, and the horrors of that Night! The Father was murdered  the Son was cold, and Aristeon shared in Odmar's fate, he and my Mother were both butchered; and (if so Heaven had pleased) would Daria too had died, for not one of Dion's Relations escaped but myself. You may wonder, Madam, that e'er a Man was found to Execute so barbarous a Commission, for you must know (tho' 'tis very strange) the new Statesmen fearing, that (if the exiled Prince should at any time attempt the recovery of his own) Dion would prove a dangerous Subject, they thought it sitting by this cruel method to prevent that ill they feared. My just griefs robbed me of the use of my Reason, and 'twas my Fortune not to feel the weight of my own unhappy Fate, (for oh, Madam, I had lost the best of Men) but during the time of my short intervals. A neighbouring old Gentlewoman of Julietta's acquaintance took a particular care of me, and after fifteen long Months I was again myself. But tho' blessed with my Reason, I was still oppressed with Grief, and therefore without acquainting any body, (nay my benefactor herself was kept a stranger to it) I quit the Scene where all my ills were acted, and came in Tears to Armenis. My Fortune preferred me to your Grace's esteem, to whom I confess I am more indebted than all my coming services can e'er repay. I've told you a story I have long concealed, and, Madam, you may believe the Widow of Odmar would not so far betray her Honour, as to conceal any part of the truth, or add any thing that was not so.  
Here, my Albisinda, the lovely unfortunate Daria ended her Story, and the tender hearted Duchess wept for Odmar's death, begged her pardon if she had not used her conform to her Quality and Merit, and assured her, that for the future she would make it her Study to teach her to forget her Misfortunes. Eriphile was always good, and she was at this time so much concerned for the death of so kind a Man, that she told Daria she could dwell eternally upon the Story, and there settle her thoughts, if the sad remembrance and frequent repetition did not renew the Tears of one who had so just cause to Mourn: As she spoke Erinthus entered. The Duchess received the fortunate Youth with all the tenderness of a conquered Beauty, told him the Duke was gone to Court, and kind Love had allotted the few minutes of his absence for the happiness of both. Poor Daria blushed and withdrew, and the Lovers, now left to themselves, let lose their wishes, and surfeited in pleasure. But as they lay in each others Arms, their Souls upon the Wing, and feared, by coveting too fast, desire should be lost, the injured Duke arrived; pardon me, Albisinda, if I omit not the particulars of this Adventure. Their mutual Joys had banished usual Fears, and he knocked at the Chamber-door  they had thought him nigh. Erinthus nimbly started from the Bed, and sensible of his own danger, and the Crime he had committed, half dressed, leapt from the Chamber-Window into the Garden, and with the hazard of his Neck made his escape. Entheon saw him, and, in a height of sudden passion, fired a Pistol after him, but without the wished success. 'Tis easy to guests in what a posture he found the lovely Duchess, half dead with fear, and unable to hid, what even to Entheon she should have ne'er exposed tho' in her state of Innocence: Besides, to evince her guilt, and that she had been actually happy in another's Arms, the lucky Youth when from the Bed he leapt, had left the usual Marks of Love behind him. This indeed, the Duke had not the misfortune to see, for one of the Maids, who was privy to the Amour, entered the Chamber with him, and hid the base remains of interrupted Love.  
Eriphile at once blushed and wept, she saw 'twas impossible to deny what had passed between her and Erinthus, and did not so much as offer to extenuate the Crime. Entheon knew his Honour betrayed, his constant Love repaid with Treachery, and grieved that e'er he went to Cisala's House. Then again remembering her Blushes, when first he saw her in the Garden, her Love which at that time was real, and all those tender words she uttered in his Arms, since she became a Wife, he grew almost mad, and the thoughts of losing so much sweetness racked his very Soul: Again he eyed the weeping Fair, and again stormed and grieved. He cursed the hour brought Erinthus to his House, and saw that if he revenged this great affront, he could gain no honour by it, the Quality of the offender considered. Besides Eriphile was always dear to him, and now (tho' false to the last degree) as lovely as ever she had been. The powerful Charms of a weeping Beauty can ne'er be truly painted. To have seen the Duchess at this time was to be eternally hers, and when she looked upon her injured Lord, she showed a certain softness, of force enough to enslave at once the Judgement and the Soul. You may believe then, Albisinda, the generous Entheon was not insensible when he beheld her. He sat sometime speechless, and thinking on his loss, then suddenly starting up, he threw himself upon the Bed, took her in his Arms, and kissed away her fears. Ah, Eriphile! (cried he) how I loved you, Heaven and you can tell! How my constancy has been rewarded, I'm ashamed to speak! But oh! why Erinthus is preferred to Entheon, you alone can say! Was your Honour (now inseparably tied to mine) a Trifle, and Marriage Vows a whim of Priesthood? No, no, Eriphile, the World will take notice of the first, and Heaven I fear can scarce neglect the latter. But I, by all that's good, forgive you. Let not my disgrace and your weakness be the Table discourse of a whole Nation: Let all that's past be hushed up in eternal Silence, and for the future to Entheon and to yourself be just. Sure, Albisinda, you'll confess 'twas a double Sin to offend so good a Husband. The tender Eriphile for that time was truly sensible of this, and, drowned in Tears, (tho' yet in Bed) threw herself upon her Knees, grasped Entheon's Hand, and, weeping, swore by all the Powers above, and by that just Heaven she had too much offended, she grieved what she had done, and for the future would prove herself the most obedient humble Wife that ever yet was known; adding, his excess of Goodness and Generosity increased the weight of her Gild; she saw with sorrow, how far she had erred, and assured him that no temptation should e'er again persuade her to forget how much she owed to Entheon or herself. The kind Duke forgave her all, raised her up, took her again to his Arms, and told her he grieved nothing more, than that Erinthus, proud of so great a Conquest, might betray the Secret; to prevent which, 'twas fitting he should bleed, for the security of hers and his own Honour. The lovely Eriphile, tho' she truly repent the wrong she had done her Husband, yet found too soon she had not wholly banished her Lover from her Breast. She eyed the Duke with concern, and reading in his Face the signs of close revenge, she fell a second time upon her Knees, conjured him to believe that she was hearty sensible of that fault she had committed, but could not think the death of Erinthus, the most proper method to secure his Honour; begged as he tendered her Life, he'd lay aside that thought, and, as he had already promised, pardon all that was done. The Duke could deny her nothing; and sure, Albisinda, his easiness that way was very pardonable; for had she stood before that surly old Cynics Diogenes, he'd not have used her with that freedom he expressed to the World's great Conqueror, he'd willingly have quit his Book, and gazed upon her, or at least have sought no other light but what her eyes could give. Oh, Albisinda! some People may blame him for an excess of good Nature, upon this and other Emergencies that concerned Eriphile. But then, believe me, their Hearts are of a different Mould from that of this Noble Man, and they ne'er saw Eriphile, or were capable of any tenderness, that think they could have resented the ill she had done; especially when she kneeled and begged forgiveness. In a word, my Albisinda, Entheon granted every thing, she promised any thing, he believed all, she seemed sensible of all, and both were happy in a new Agreement.  
I'm afraid Albisinda, (for I frankly confess my want of Art or Power to move the Passions) that by this time you wish my Letter finished. But the story affords no great number of Adventures, and that of Daria, having wasted more than half my time, you will find me generous in spite of myself, because necessarily obliged to relieve you from the trouble. I shall then, Madam, (like our famous Teachers) only beg one minutes patience, and venture to take two.  
The Duke tho' he had loved much, and believed much, yet could not choose but fear more. He remembered that Eriphile was a Woman, that Erinthus was young and handsome, that he was new, and already in possession of her Favours. These considerations taught him to observe her Conduct narrowly, he consulted her very looks, and tho' his Judgement always mastered his Passions, yet sometimes he could not choose but think, he read his own dishonour painted in her Eyes. On the other hand the Duchess feared to offend, because she could not reasonably expect to find him always merciful. Erinthus grieved the loss of his happiness, but more Eriphile's cares, and knew not that the Duke had signed her pardon, and sealed it with his Love. Unwilling nevertheless to lose that happiness he had enjoyed, by the help of powerful Guinea, he conveyed the following Billet-deux to the longing Duchess.  
Madam,  
I know not how to write, or how to express my thoughts; I am ignorant upon what terms you stand with the Duke, and oppressed with sorrow for what happened. I am safe, but if Eriphile Loves not, more unfortunate than if that Bullet designed for my ruin, had lodged within my Heart. From all my pains I rely upon you for ease, and till I see you, Madam, believe me your unhappy  
Erinthus.  
The Duchess (tho' once half resolved to forget him) was o'erjoyed to know him safe, and in spite of all her Resolutions found she loved him more than ever. When she retired to her Closet to consult her Judgement what to do,  she was ware, she writ him this Answer.  
Erinthus,  
DAnger adds to Pleasure, and Fears endear the Blessing when enjoyed. Meet me in your Coach to morrow's Night, precisely at eight, in the King's walk beyond the Garden.  
E— e.  
The happy young Man received it, and failed not to obey. When the hour came, he appeared upon the place with all the long of a Lover; as yet he saw not one Woman there, and was almost assured of a disappointment, when a lovely Youth approached his Chariot. Erinthus believed him sent from the Duchess, and bid the Coachman stop, and you may think him happily surprised, when he found the handsome Youth was no other than the Duchess of Entheon. The Duke shortly after, by chance, drove the same way, and as he passed, Eriphile gave him a low Bow, as other strangers did. You may assure yourself, they stayed not long in the Walk, there were greater sweets to be found in a Bedchamber than in the open Fields, and they forgot all those hazards they had lately passed. At ten they parted, and the Duchess got home with all that ease and security she desired. Her two faithful Maids stood at the Gate to receive her, and as she entered informed her that Entheon was at home, that he had enquired after her, but that they had told him she was indisposed, and begged his Grace's pardon. Had Fortune continued this kindness, all had been well; but, Albisinda, you'll confess 'twas hard, that e'er she had fairly entered the Room, and ready to undress, the impatient Duke knocked at the Door. Eriphile (with a Voice seemingly faint) asked who it was, and knowing too soon that 'twas the Duke, you may easily think she was startled with the sudden apprehension of her danger. But not so confused as to neglect her own safety, she told his Grace, she was so very ill, she could not yet come to the Door without difficulty. Entheon, who loved her to distraction, feared that her indisposition might indeed be dangerous, and, unable to live one minute from her sight, gently forced it open, and found her in the same dress in which she had blessed her Lover; her Wig and Sword lay obvious on the Table, and not one sign of indisposition appeared. The great Entheon became dumb with sorrow, and the charming Eriphile knew not what to say for herself. At last, the Duke broke silence, and calmly, but with trouble, told her, That if she was not really sick, she ought to have been so, seeing his Honour had again been stabbed, and hers was truly dead. This generous Man, Albisinda, said no more; he loved her even yet, and grieved her weakness. He eyed her a while, and in spite of all his Courage his Heart melted. But willing to hid his softness, he feigned another Passion, showed anger in his looks, and yet in Tears withdrew. When he was gone, Eriphile threw herself upon the Bed, wept her own Misfortune, and wished she could yet be sensible of Entheon's merit; and when with pain she viewed him noble, as when first he saw her, Erinthus leapt between her and the lovely form, and she could think of nothing else but him. In the mean time the Duke sent for the Earl of Cisala, and acquainted him with all that past since that Night she and Fidelia went to the Playhouse. The old Man was infinitely surprised with what he heard, and thanked him for that moderation he had shown, in an affair where so many provoking causes were given, and told him, that Eriphile's Education had ne'er taught her to dishonour his House, and again blessed him for not exposing to the World the disgrace of his seduced Daughter. Eriphile yet lay upon the Bed, and was perfectly mad with grief, when she saw her Husband and her Father enter. She was too in that dress which betrayed the Secret; and, weeping as she risen to receive them. Ah my Lord, (said she to Cisala) I own my guilt, load me not with reproaches, but rob me of my Life, for I deserve not to live; since I've dishonoured you, and wronged so good a Husband, Oh Entheon! (continued she) I cannot ask forgiuness, you have been too kind, and I too ingrateful, yet  I die let me receive your Pardon. Whether she truly repent or not, Albisinda, is not to be doubted; for she ne'er saw Entheon, but she loved him. But when he and Erinthus were both absent, her Heart inclined to the latter, and owned him much the happier Man. But, Madam, why should I detain you longer upon this Adventure, since I've already promised a speedy Conclusion. In a word then, the Duke loved too well, and she was too charming. Her new dress gave her a thousand Graces, exposed the tenderness and delicacy of her shape, and showed so much of softness in her Air, 'twas enough to have charmed the most insensible of Human Kind, for even when in the Grove she lay, and showed by chance what else had been concealed, her Limbs appeared not to the vanquished Youth, with half those Beauties which he now discovered. Cisala too interceded for her, and 'twas morally impossible for the Duke not to be reconciled to so fair an offender.  
Things being thus settled, they lived for some time in a seeming Union. How far their Hearts were engaged in this peace I shall not offer to determine, but by what has followed it appears, the Duchess kept not to Articles on her side. Erinthus it seems had too many Charms to be with ease forgot, and even in Entheon's Arms she sighed and wished for him. The Duke some Months after was obliged to go into the Country, where he stayed a considerable time. He trusted much to Eriphile's Promises, and (confident of her future conduct) left her with that ease and peace of mind, which happy Husbands know, of virtuous Wives possessed. In his absence 'twas impossible for Eriphile to be constant to her Vows, Erinthus attacked her with Letters, and all the Arts of a cunning Lover, knowing that where a Woman once has yielded, 'tis rarely found she can deny again. In a word, the Lover was again happy, and the witty fair Eriphile again was faulty. The continued absence of Entheon gave them all that security they could desire, and frequent meetings made the Crime at last so obvious, that all the World took notice on't. Every Servant in the House knew it, and tho' they loved the Duchess, yet hated the happy Lover. He often stayed all Night; and 'tis known that two of the Maids at a certain time peeping throw the Keyhole saw them in Bed together, the Curtain at foot being open, and next morning could perceive the marks of impious Love, and signs of Honour lost. Nay the Intrigue grew so notorious, that Erinthus' Friends enquired for him no where but at the Duke of Entheon's; and Fidelia, one day before many witnesses, by way of raillery, asked Eriphile, if Erinthus was not in her Closet? We shall see him (said she laughing) appear by and by like a fatigued Traveller. There was one thing too, which evidently demonstrated that familiarity between the Fair One and this fortunate Youth. One of her Maids coming accidentally into the Room, found the charming Duchess in a Posture that visibly betrayed past or intended Crimes; for she was sitting upon the Bed, where the happy Lover was allowed those freedoms which fire the weary Soul, and give new flames, that when increased expire. 'Tis impossible to find me an Anchorite so frozen or devout, that could have seen the half of all those Charms, without a passion not to be expressed; his Hands graspther naked Limbs, she wantoned, wished and sighed, and showed so much of pleasure in her Eyes, his very Soul grew giddy with the Joy. The Duchess (and not without just cause) was hearty displeased with that discovery the Maid had made, and in a passion, to which she was much a stranger, desired Erinthus would for this impudence kick her down Stairs; but 'tis to be presumed she said him that labour by her speedy absence.  
At last the unwelcome Duke came from the Country, and having those in the Family who watched the behaviour of his Wife, he was soon informed how faulty she had been. However he concealed his resentment as much as possible, took her as kindly to his Arms as ever, and only waited for an ocular proof of her infidelity,  he should attempt to right himself. Eriphile believed him ignorant of all, and without a blush received him. This added to his inward Fury, and I may almost believe, (so much he hated dissimulation and treachery) that had she again confessed the truth, and again begged pardon, he had lóved again. But Fortune was never her Friend, and she never yet was guilty of any thing, but what was by some ●ccident or other unluckily betrayed. Doubtless, Albisinda, there are Ladies in Clusa who have done ●s much as ever she did, who yet pass for Virtuous, and would faint (at least be thought to do so) when they heard but the name of dishonest Love mentioned before a Witness.  
The Duke one evening returning from Court, ●nd almost entering Clusa, he found his Coach suddenly stopped by the over turning of an Hack●ey, which crossed that Road in which he was. The voice of a Lady, frighted with her fall, required Entheon's assistance; and, leaping from his Chariot, you will not find it easy to paint his surprise, when he saw Eriphile and her Lover arising from the Ground! The surprised Youth, unwilling to run the hazard of the Duke's Fury, whom he had too visibly injured, abandoned the place, and between running and walking soon vanished from his sight. The wise Husband was pleased he fled, knowing 'twas beneath himself to resent the Villainy. He weighed his Birth and Eriphiles repeated guilt, and now resolved upon a way of revenge proper to her Crimes, he stepped again into his Chariot, and without speaking one word to the mortified Duchess, ordered the Coachman to drive immediately home. Poor Eriphile was almost mad with grief, she could not expect kinder usage from the Duke, nor could she blame Erinthus for what he did; tho' if she had not loved too much, she had not forgot that he went off and left her in the hands of an incensed Husband. In the mean time the Coach was again fitted up, and she came to Clusa with more sorrow than e'er she had known before; she durst not trust herself with the Duke after what had passed, nor could she think of being truly welcome to her Father. To relieve her from these anxieties, as she entered the Port, Erinthus (who had waited with impatiency) showed himself; she was glad to see him, and the Coach door boing opened, she received him with all that tenderness of which a Woman is capable. To be short, Albisinda, they went off together, and Eriphile now secure in her Lover's House, forgot her fears, her Honour and her Husband. She remembered not now how much she was esteemed when Virtuous, and scarce could think her broken Vows a Crime. Entheon in the mean time sought to redress his Honour, and before the Regala (with us called a Spiritual Court) sued for a Divorce. The Duchess, tho' unfortunate in her amour, had nevertheless managed it so well, that he found it impossible to cast her; and tho' 'twas known that she was guilty of the Crime laid to her Charge, yet it could not at that time be proved; and she enjoyed her Lover and her Fortune. The Duke's and her dishonour was now the public Theme of every discourse in Clusa, all Men were sorry for her, and no Man condemned his discreet Conduct. But, Albisinda, her confidence of her own safety advanced her Misfortune. Entheon was too great a Man to be always abused, and having at last removed his Suit, the powerful Segdarin (or Senate) did him Justice, and she is at this time the Divorced Eriphile, once the happy Duchess of Entheon. Some People may allege, that the Duke was too formal in his Resentment, and that he ought to have punished Erinthus as the Crime deserved; that is to say, Albisinda, shot him when he found him in his way to Clusa, or at least after his disappointment in the first Trial. But 'tis certain Entheon chose the better way; 'twas known to every Man that he wanted not Courage, and in in his Youth he has even run beyond Seas, on purpose nobly to resent affronts to others done, who were not truly capable of doing Justice to themselves or him, whose Honour suffered in their Persons.  
You see, Albisinda, (because I would not rob you of all patience) 've come to a conclusion so speedily, that I have almost cramped the Story: But you are the Woman whom by no means I would offend, and tho' I writ with pleasure, yet I deny myself a continuation of that happiness, rather than be too troublesome. Oh, Albisinda! if you knew my thoughts or inclinations, you 〈…〉 pardon whatever has escaped me in my Letter. If you have found any thing in i● too Natural, that is, Albisinda, not truly nice enough, believe 'twas a force upon me to please others. But if I have offended you, I buy their Friendship at a price too dear. How cruel you have been, Madam, I cease to mention now, but I presume this way of writing was not prohibited that fatal Night in which you told me I was ever to expect your Friendship, and the happiness of being the first Man in your Esteem, but could not hope for Love. Albisinda, I could trace the Story even to that place where first we met, and where two Fools (who alone it seems are fortunate) were happy, and had that Heaven they sought, by juggling Quacks allowed. I could show my innocence, or at least excuse whate'er I did by putting you in mind of my Years. But, by my hopes of better Fortune, I know not yet what 'twas that moved your anger, and I rely upon your goodness only for a pardon: I could for ever think on the innocent Pleasures of that day in which you mentioned the Story in Pharamont, your obliging Compliment, and that discovery of my flame which immediately followed the Encouragement— The remembrance of these things make me truly Melancholy, and I am forced to end. Oh, Albisinda! I'll say no more then; but, if you can, remember the Man who has often subscribed himself,   
Marcomire.  
FINIS.   

LOVE AFTER ENJOYMENT; OR, FATAL CONSTANCY.  
Written by Mr. D. Cr—rd, Gent.  
LONDON, Printed for Job Austin in Fleetstreet, and sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster, 1700.   

LOVE after ENJOYMENT, etc.  
Timandra to the Charming Sirena.  
Madam,  
THE few Accidents afforded in the History of my Life, (or rather my Love) are such as modesty sometimes forbids me the recital; and assure yourself, that were it not I had a more than common esteem of her who lays this Command upon me, I should no doubt conceal a great part of what I design to write. But the promise you have made me of a return in the same kind prevails most upon me; this I am easily induced to confess, because you know me naturally curious in Affairs of Love, and I'm persuaded the number of your Adorers has rendered you the Mistress of a great many Adventures. I am not accustomed to write Letters of this length, and therefore I cannot hope to avoid Tautologies, nor can I produce the story in due form; because, in the first place my Judgement may be often disordered with the Remembrance of Pleasures past; in the second, my memory can't answer the design of an Historian, nor a Man of Monsieur Scuddery's Employment. My Style will be purely natural, and every thing delivered in the same dress, and with as little of Art, as if you had the Story immediately from my Mouth without Premeditation.  
MY Father (Marquis of Huayna) died in the fourth year of my Age, I remember some things of his Burial, but nothing else that concerned him. He left me all the Estate he had, having none but myself to succeed him. I shall pass over in silence my Education, and whatever Accidents might happen in our Family, and tell you that I was in a very few years taken notice of, by all the Young Gentlemen in the City of Capac, where I then resided; and whether it was the effect of that small Beauty I possess, or the largeness of my Fortune, I shall not determine. But, before I had reached my twelfth Year, I could see several sigh for me; I was yet so very Young, that I scarce believed any such Passion as Love had been incident to Mortals. I had never felt it myself, and consequently laughed at all those who told me they could Die for me.  

I lived at ease, and only felt those Cares,  
Which wait on Mortals in their younger Years.  
I viewed securely men in Tempests tossed,  
Saw unconcerned the busy Mortals lost.  
Laughed at the Hurricane, and scorned all care,  
Shrinked up in quiet, cause I was not there.  
Ah happy time! (if then our Bliss we knew)  
When from  the distant World we view:  
We dwell with lovely Innocence and Joy,  
Nor feel those Passions which our ease Destroy.  
Know no dissembling Arts, nor dream of Love,  
To which in Riper Age so soon we move.  
But, ah! this Charming Scene posts quick away,  
And a long Night succeeds the short-lived Day.  
Unlooked for ills our rolling Years pursue,  
Ages of Pain, our hours of Pleasure few,  
And still old troubles giving way to new.   
He who first found out the way to please me, was one whom Nature meant for the undoing of our Sex. To see him, and not to love him, were things inconsistent. He was second Son to the Earl of Rucana, his eldest Brother being then abroad, (and not having for some years acquainted his Relations with the place of his abode,) the young Adrastus (for that's his Name) was looked upon by all the Ladies in Town, as the sole Heir of so ancient a Family; he was Handsome to a wonder, of good Shapes, did every thing with a singular Grace, was mighty Complaisant, and knew perfectly how to please the greatest Critics in matter of Gallantry. He had easy access to our House; his Father was something related to my Mother, and being a Widower had made some advances in Courtship to her, the better to introduce his Son whom he designed for me; upon this small Relation the young Adrastus pretended a more than common Interest in our Family. He very often came to see me, and would sometimes stay the best part of the Day.; my Mother was pleased to see him desirous of my Company, she was perfectly in Love with the Father, and forgot nothing that conduced to the happiness of his Son; the old Man assuring her 'twas the greatest Mark she could give him of her Affection; she commended the young Lover upon all occasions, whose bewitching behaviour was enough to move the most insensible. I seemed to hear her however with indifferency, and often gave her those Answers that suited nothing with my real thoughts. This made her often despair of making me sensible for a Man she designed her Son at any rate, and therefore at last persuaded the then innocent Adrastus (who hitherto had never spoke of Love to me) to try his Fortune himself. He often observed me very cold towards him, (tho' it proceeded from nothing but that tenderness I had for him, because I was afraid he might perceive it) and fears much how to set about it; he doubts a perpetual Banishment might ensue upon a Discovery of this Nature: And this he argued from my precedent seeming Aversion, while he yet remained in a state of Friendship, and often let slip those opportunities which made for his Advantage. This vexed me sensibly, and I could have wished him less fearful (for I knew he loved) or myself more indifferent. However, being hourly in my Company, he was at last inspired with more Courage; and one day as we were in a Balcony, that hung over the Garden Wall, I chanced to Commend a row of Cypress Trees (then next our view) as the most pleasant, because of a Grove at one end full of curious Springs and some Artificial Water-works; he laid hold of this, tho' he had neglected better occasions, and looking confusedly upon me, Madam, (said he) I have often observed your choice of this Walk, which methinks is the most solitary in the Garden; those I hated a few Months ago, but of late the most retired places best fit my humour, and I could wish your Inclinations to 'em had the same cause with that of mine. Here he stopped, and I believe equally feared my taking notice of what he had said, and my neglecting on't. I soon perceived his aim, and willing to make him believe I did not. I know not (said I, looking coldly upon him) what may be the cause of your Melancholy, nor have I hitherto observed that change in your Humour you mention. No Madam, (cried he, interrupting me, and with a brisker Air) had it been my Happiness to be taken notice of by you, amongst the common Herd of men, you had e'er now seen that change which all the World takes notice of. The truth is, he had grown something more reserved of late, and carried in his Countenance the Marks of a violent Flame, this I acknowledged in part to him, but willing to Convert it to raillery, Adrastus, (said I smiling) I hope your Melancholy proceeds not from the absence of your elder Brother, whom all men conclude long since in the other World; if it does, methinks you are too tender, to mourn a loss that brings so great a profit. Madam, (said he, with a look that pierced my Heart) my sullen Humour has another Original; had you been less fair, I still had been happy, half of those Beauties you possess, are sufficient to impose Chains on a Heart more stubborn than mine. In a word, Madam, I'm your Lover, I must for ever be so, I die for you, and nothing but a return can create my Happiness. Here he ended, with a look so amorous and submissive, 'twas enough to have Charmed even Niobe: Nevertheless I feigned a mighty displeasure at the freedom he had assumed; he saw me frown, and was just ready to speak in his own behalf, when the old Earl and my Mother entered the Room, he presently withdrew a considerable distance from me, with that confusion in his Face which his Father easily observed; however the old Man seemed to take no notice on't, yet he soon engaged me to take a walk in the Garden, and taking my Mother by the Hand, left me for his Son. Adrastus had so much of Love in his Eyes, that for my soul I could not be angry with him, yet gave him my Hand without any signs of my being appeased; while we walked, I could observe the disorder in which he was, a sudden Paleness overspread his Face, next moment a Ruddy Blush betrayed his quick surprise, unusual beating seized his trembling Heart, and methought I felt that eager melting tenderness in every touch, as if his trembling Hand had reached my firing Soul; he feared I might lay hold of the least opportunity to reproach him, and therefore kept as nigh the old Earl as possibly he could; he was not so much in Love with my Mother, but that he could easily perceive his Son's Behaviour, be gave him a look that showed his sentiments; and then choosing another Walk left us. Adrastus much repent his Temerity in the discovery of his Flame, because he feared I should never more admit his Visits; but seeing what was passed could not be recalled, he resolved to make the best on't. Madam said he (as soon as they were gone) I doubt not but that you are incensed at the Declaration I have made you, but if that can atone for the Sin I have committed, believe that nothing but invincible Necessity could force me to transgress those Bounds I have so long prescribed myself. I have adored you since I first saw you, even to Idolatry, and the Suppression of my Flame so long, has only served to make it burn with more violence.— Having thus said, he consulted my Eyes for his future Destiny, and I was willing to arm them with more Fury than my Inclination could well permit. 'Tis impossible to hold out against those we love; I had long admired him in secret, and often wished for what I was then about to destroy; I read Passion in his looks, I'm strait disarmed, than all my Counterfeit anger in a moment leaves me; and 'twas with difficulty I could hid my real Sentiments. As soon as my Soul was settled, Sir, (said I) I can't choose but wonder at what you have told me; for if you had loved more, you had not presumed so much, but I'm willing to forget what's past, if for the future you avoid the like Error: How these words dropped from me, I know not; I Loved 'tis true, but at the same time I swear I was ashamed of my own weakness, I cast down my Eyes, and was just ready to lessen those hopes I had given, by words of a harsher Nature; when he, o'erjoyed at his unlocked for success, threw himself at my feet; he grasped my knees with the eagerness of departing Souls, thanked me a thousand times for that new Life I had given him, and said so much that 'twas impossible to doubt him. I was nor much displeased at what I saw, or heard, I had scarce the Power of speaking left me, and with a faint Voice bid him moderate his Joy, he knew not how soon it might be at an end; he presently r●se with that Satisfaction in his Eyes, which none but Lovers can enjoy, and taking a cross Alley which led to that where the Earl was, we soon reached 'em, and so continued together till the Night Air Commanded us to withdraw; and then we parted, both pleased with what had happened.  
THE next Day he came to see me, I could see a newborn Joy in all his looks, and I fancy he read very little of anger in mine. I repent hearty of that silence I half enjoined him, often imagining with myself what moving words he'd utter, were the liberty of speaking granted; he easily perceived part of that esteem I bore him, and therefore ventured to whisper in my Ears a thousand moving things natural to a passionate Lover, young and eloquent; I harkened to all those Vows he made, with an inward Satisfaction, that sometimes displayed itself in my Eyes; he came often to see me, protested a violent Love for me, and seldom left me without some new Addition to his hopes.  
THINGS stood in this posture, when Huascar (his elder Brother) came home. The old Earl was beyond expression o'er joyed at the sight of a Son he had so long mourned as Dead, and I'm persuaded Adrastus was not so much discontented for the loss of that Estate he was robbed of, as at the thoughts of my esteeming him the less; he instantly acquainted me with it, by a Note he privately conveyed to my Hands, and tho' it was the first he ever sent me, I cannot say I was angry at the freedom. If I remember well, 'twas to this purpose.  
Madam,  
I Have presumed without liberty to give you this Billerdeux, my Brother is come home, and a thousand fear possess me, I put on your Chains without any thoughts of your Fortune, and I hope you won't lessen that esteem you have hitherto had of me, for the loss of mine; I die with Impatiency to wait on you; pity me, for till then I think of nothing but of you, or of a dangerous Rival newly arrived.  
Adrastus.  
I was not sorry to see him afraid of losing that which I was willing not other should possess; I loved, and found nothing about him in all my search, that told me he did not deserve it; and in this thought I returned him an answer to this effect.  
Sir,  
THE fears that possess you are groundless, Interest has no share in my Love; see me as soon as possible, and till then be uneasy for nothing but my absence.  
Timandra.  
After I had writ it, I was a thousand times resolved to commit it to the Flames; the words were the real Sentiments of my Heart, and I was ashamed to own 'em so tender: But when I remembered him for whom 'twas meant, I could not choose but think it well; ● loved him, and was willing to oblige him. I fancied to myself the young Lover, with all his Charms about him, in that ecstasy so obliging a Letter would undoubtedly give. He failed not to come that Night, tho' at an hour almost unseasonable. I was glad to see so many signs of a real Love, as his fears then discovered, and we parted not, till he had given me all the assurances imaginable of a tender and constant Passion, and I in Exchange had promised the entire possession of my Heart: Never were Days spent with greater Pleasure, and in this state of Happiness and Innocence, we contived for a considerable time, each Day producing new Joys, and a continued Scene of Love. But Fortune had betrayed her Nature, had she been longer our Friend. — I had gone out one Evening in my Chariot with a couple of Horses, to take the Air in a pleasant Field, about half a Mile from the Town, I had no Footmen with me, and was attended only by my Maid Zibelline; the Sun was almost set when I could perceive some Gentlemen coming into that Road in which I was, but unwilling to be seen, I ordered the Coachman to choose another, this instead of answering my design led me to them, several of them past by me, paying only those respects they thought due to a Woman of my Rank, but he who came last, and that by his Presence and Furniture seemed to exceed the others in Quality, stopped within twenty Paces of my Coach; I soon perceived it, and at first judged he might be of my Acquaintance, when I came up to him he turned his Horse the same way I drove, and looking earnestly upon me, Madam (said he) what strange accidents attend us Mortals, I went out free in the Morning, pursued the Chase all Day, and in the Evening am become a Prisoner to an unknown Conqueror. I was about to have returned a speedy answer, that would have suited nothing with his Quality, when I could perceive by the Star on his Cloak 'twas the Duke of Minoya; he's a very handsome young Man, Fair, and of a middle Stature, but one that Loves every where, the greatest Prince in our Country, and of no small Authority; I only smiled at what he said, but he insisted on the Subject, swore he loved, and that till now he ne'er had seen a Woman truly Charming. The Coach still drove on, and he still road by it, with his Eyes fixed on mine. When I arrived at the City Gates I begged beed leave me, but in vain; I fretted much at the unlucky accident, I desired not to be known to him, and prudently remembered how much it endangered my Reputation, to entertain for a Lover, a Man who had deceived the greatest Ladies of our Country, often obtaining the last Favours from them without any returns. But he would not be persuaded, and I was at last forced to tell him who I was: This knowledge added a little to that respect he paid me, but was much the same as if he had accompanied me home, for there were few in Capac who could not inform him where the Marquis of Hayana's Daughter lived. He came next Day and paid me a visit, presuming either upon his Birth, or his young acquaintance, and perhaps upon both. I was but indifferent Campany for a Man of his business, my stock of Love was already spent, and the Handsomest Youth in Capac would have found me Bankrupt in all things but my Pity. He was not a whit daunted at this Reception however unlooked for, his former successes encouraging him to hope the like in this. About this time the Earl of Rucana died of an Apoplexy, leaving his eldest Son to rejoice in the Possession of a great Estate▪ and my Mother to mourn the loss of one she looked upon as her Husband. This for some time kept away the young Adrastus, but could not hinder the Duke from his daily visits. My Mother knew very well of it, and easily believes my Beauty and Fortune sufficient to advance me to so honourable a Match; and having lost all hopes of Possessing the Father, she remembers the Son no more, and employs her Interest for this new and potent Lover only. In the mean time I thought of nothing but Adrastus, he always writ to me, and decency no sooner permitted than he came to see me. I told him nothing of the Duke's visits, I loved him too well to give him the knowledge of that which would have made him the most uneasy Man alive, and he parted from me with his usual Satisfaction; our affairs did not long continue in this State, Adrastus having dropped a Letter of mine, which he had received privately while in the Room with his Brother, laid the Scene for most of my misfortunes that followed; as soon as he could lay hold of opportunity he went into the Garden, there to read what he had newly received; but after a tedious search, he at last concludes it lost. The Earl had taken it up, but Adrastus, who was very well acquainted with his Humour, knew 'twas impossible to make him own the Fact, and therefore came instantly to inform me of the accident; tho' I was sorry my Letter had reached Rucana's Hands, yet I could not choose but smile at that concern Adrastus showed for the loss; the more he was vexed methought he spoke the more of Love. Adrastus (said I, to ease him of his Fears) let not what has happened trouble you, your Brother has never yet seen me, nor when he does will he find me in a Humour to his Advantage. My Lover thereupon went away satisfied, tho' not before I had charged him not to acquaint the Earl with his loss, nor to see me that Day or the next. I commanded, and he searched no further into the Cause of his Banishment. Rucana, who in the mean time had read my Letter, found it to this purpose.  
I Design this Night to take the Air, accompanied only by my Maid Zibelline, at the back of the Lake Cacique, you may come attended by your Page.  
Timandra.  
He had no sooner read my Name, than he knew from whom it came, he had heard me often commended for my Beauty, and found by my Style that his Brother was as happy as a Lover could be made by a kind Mistress, and thereupon resolves to supply his place, and personate the happy Man. I suspected what use he might make of my Letter, and had therefore dressed one of my Maids in a suit of those  I often wore, with Orders to my Maid Zibelline to pay her the same Respect she did to myself; they were both instructed how to behave themselves upon every accident; and the Counterfeit Timandra had seen the Earl, was truly handsome, and every way qualified for that part she was to perform. I had chosen a convenient place in the Field where I might see and not be seen, and had not waited long before I saw Rucana approach my Coach, his Impatiency would not permit him to wait the approach of Night, not doubting but if I was as amiable as People spoke me, his Birth and Fortune were sufficient to mount him on his Brother's Ruins. I was beyond belief pleased at what I saw, he made more account of my Maid than perhaps he had done of myself, he swore a thousand times he loved her, while she answered coldly to all he said, adding that as yet she did not believe any such Passion had got footing in the World, and that for her part she could ne'er be sensible of any such Flame for the Handsomest Man in the World: No, Madam! (cried the Earl interrupting her, and pulling out my Letter) I presume you writ this obliging Billet to the happy Adrastus, and I see no Reason why he ought to be preferred to an elder Brother, to whom he is in all things inferior. Casmia (for that was the Maid's Name,) answered she had seen Adrastus, and that she thought him infinitely beyond him who styled himself his Brother, but that she ne'er felt a Flame for him, nor did her Soul distinguish him from other men, and that the Letter he spoke of was none of hers; of this she gave him what assurances Oaths could give; he could not choose but believe a Woman who swore so unfeignedly, and at last concludes his Brother Courted a Timandra, but not that one he spoke to; this thought gave him in a moment store of hopes, then addressing himself to his Mistress with a submissive tone, Madam, (said he) I beg a thousand pardons for that unjust opinion I had conceived, your Beauty made me easily believe you the same my Brother adored; but since it is not so, let me hope my happiness the greater, because you are not prepossessed in Favours of another; if it be my misfortune to be less in your esteem than the young Adrastus, I hope time and my ensuing Services may raise me some steps beyond him. Casmia catched Occasion by the foretop, and laying her indifferency aside, tells him that Fame spoke sufficiently on the Earl of Rucana's behalf, that he was a Servant the handsomest Lady in Capac might be proud of, and that tho' she found her Heart nothing inclinable to Love, yet if time should show his Passion the same he now swore it was, he might perhaps o'ercome that indifferency, which every Man had hitherto met with from her. The Earl o'erjoyed at this sudden change, made a thousand Protestations of inviolable Fidelity, swore that his Heart was never before engaged, and that it should for ever wear the Chains of the fair Timandra, who alone was Mistress of those Charms that could make it a Prisoner. The Coach was so nigh me, that I could hear every word distinctly, and you may assure yourself, Madam, I was sensibly pleased to see the Comedy Acted, in which my Maid performed her part to my wish. The Earl was proud of his imaginary success, and (she not forbidding him that happiness) kissed her hand a thousand times with the greatest transport imaginable, protesting he thought himself the happiest of men. While he continued in this ecstasy, I could see a Gentleman attended by one Servant steal softly towards my Coach, listen some minutes, and then retire, where he placed himself behind Tree, unknown to any but myself; I could have wished the Conference had ended sooner, the invisible Gentleman saw whose hand the Earl kissed, and doubtless concluded it mine, by the Livery of my Coach; and was the more Confirmed when he heard Zibelline's Voice, with which he was well acquainted. I was persuaded it could be no other than the young Adrastus, drawn thither by his Jealousy, and whom I resolved to punish next Morning for his Disobedience. But I soon perceived my Error; for the Earl had no sooner left my Maid (who ordered the Coachman to drive immediately home) than I could see the Gentleman leap suddenly from behind the tree, and meet Rucana almost in the same place where the Coach had left him. Sir (cried he) I have been a witness of your happiness. Timandra prefers you to all men living. And tho' I have long adored her with a Passion infinitely beyond what you are capable of, yet I could ne'er find those returns You are my happy Rival, and it now remains we should decide with our Swords, which is he who best deserves those Favours blind Love throws upon you, without respect to merit. — I presently called to mind whose Voice it was, and found it to be the Duke of Minoya's, I was ready to run in between 'em to prevent that quarrel I already saw commenced; but then I considered how far I endangered my Reputation, should it be known I was in the Fields with two such men as Rucana and Minoya, at so unseasonable an hour. However they took but little time for deliberation; for the Earl, without examining with whom he fought; used his utmost Art and Strength to Chastise the insolence of an Enemy, who had so boldly assaulted him. In a little time (to my infinite amazement) I saw the Duke fall, while his Servant (who fought with the Earl's) meeting with worse fortune, tumbled down dead at the feet of his Master.  
Rucana put up his Sword, and immediately departed the Field: He had received no wounds, nor was his Page's fortune less; so that when he came home, Adrastus saw no signs about him of that Tragedy he had been acting. I remained almost motionless with fear, I repent a thousand times the folly I had committed, I wished I had never Written to Adrastus, and was even ready to die with grief when Zibelline arrived; I concealed my trouble as much as possible, and she having the Key of the Back door that gave us entry to the Garden, we soon reached the House undiscovered by any. I concluded Minoya a dead Man, and therefore used no care for his preservation. I recommended secrecy to Zibelline and Casmia, as to the Interview with the Earl; but did not mention the Combat, because they knew nothing of it. In the morning Adrastus came to see me, and told me the Duke of Minoya was desperately wounded, his Servant killed, and both found in the Field; that it was not known with whom he fought, but that his Servants gathered from some of his words, he had received his Wounds for a Mistress of considerable quality. I was glad at what Adrastus told me; because I found the Duke had not only concealed my name, but was likewise ignorant of him he deemed his Rival. Thus we spent part of the morning in reflecting upon the Accident; and that ended, the charming Youth began to inquire into the cause of his Banishment: I would not tell him why I had used him so, and he departed very melancholy. When he was gone, I began to grieve for him, remembering the pains this harsh usage would bring him: I strait could feel them all my own, and consulting my love, not Reason I sent for him back again; he soon returned, and found my humour much altered to his advantage. He was infinitely o'erjoyed, and protested that when he went out of my Chamber, he thought to have died with the thoughts of my Indifferency: He went home he knew not how, and that when my message came to him he turned Sceptic, and doubted much if he was awake: This he spoke with an Air so passionate, he perfectly charmed me, I loved and was beloved; we were alone, and I could not forbear to testify my Joy, Love wantoned in my eyes, and eager wishes o'erruled my nodding Virtue. He well knew what 'twas to be inflamed: He told me a thousand endearing things, and printed kisses at each word he spoke. We were sitting upon the Bed's side, it was yet early in the morning, and I had nothing upon me but a lose Nightgown, and one Petticoat of a thin Silk. The amorous young Man commended every thing about me; my Limbs I must confess shone through the transparent Cloth, and fed his fancy with a thousand Charms: He clasped me gently in his trembling Arms, faulter'd in his Speech, and swore he died for me; that it was impossible to endure the violent separation from a Heaven in view, and that now he must be blessed or for ever wretched; that he feared his Brother's pretences, and nothing could secure him but a flame equal to that of his own. 'Tis needless, Madam, to tell you more. I loved him, and could deny him nothing. Desire grew wild, fears (the cursed allays of Love) fled: I dreamt of Joys and pleasures yet unknown, my loosened Soul seemed just upon the wing, and I at last lay yielding, melting, trembling in his Arms; his Soul sat hover o'er his Balmy Lips, Love darted from his Eyes, and all the Charms of that young God were in him. Oh! kind Heaven! let me ever remember all those tender Vows he made while he lay panting and breathless by my side, and blushed at what was passed; then strove to bring the hasty Joy again. Thus he obtained that favour, which ne'er bestowed in Youth, is frozen up by Icy Age, and lies unregarded, till we are rendered incapable of those Blessing's men would give, and Women can receive. We gave mutual assurances of perpetual fidelity, and parted both of us satisfied of others Love.  

Some Trees seem pleasant, when they first set out,  
We give them Stays lest Winds should shake the Root.  
But in few days they shoot their boughs so far,  
That all the Herbs beneath them withered are:  
That ground which gave them Life they now destroy;  
Stand proudly up, and in the conquest joy.  
So Love at first all gay, all soft appears,  
And next day changed to jealousies and fears:  
'Tis like wild fires, afar shows happiness,  
But if approached grows in a moment less.  
A Pleasure 'tis before 'tis fully known,  
And that once o'er it is insipid grown;  
It cheats the distant eye, and seems a Bliss,  
But if 'tis catched we hate the by past wish.  
Then wonder why with so much pain we sought  
A thing, which more allay than joy has brought.  
For that which shined unto the Lovesick eye,  
Now shows all Rust, all homely, when 'tis nigh.   
These thoughts did not then possess me, tho' I found the truth of them too late, and 'twas when my misfortunes gave me melancholy hours, that my Muse sung so gravely.  
The Earl came privately, and paid his Respects to the supposed Timandra; he concluded himself happy from what the Duke told him, and courted with a brisker Air than was natural to him; I had ordered Casmia still to deceive him. He was of a close temper, trusted no Man with what was by himself reputed worthy of Secrecy; and when he saw his Mistress, he came without Attendants. About this time Adrastus, who loved not the Earl's melancholy humour, left his house, and chose Lodgings for himself, which chanced to be very nigh those of the Duke of Minoya's, and therefore often paid him a visit during his sickness. Adrastus was of an obliging temper; and so far gained the Duke's esteem, that he could never be easy when without him. While he, to repay this kindness, was seldom absent, but when his Love to me required it. We lived very happy, and Adrastus had nothing to fear or complain of: He possessed all that Love and Beauty could bestow, without the prospect of a coming ill. Sometimes he would tell me he heard of his Brother's visits to me; but I assured him I had never seen him, and soon calmed those storms his growing Jealousies had raised.  
One day when he came to wait upon the Duke, he found him worse than he had been for some days, and judging it the effect of something more than his wounds, begged he would impart the cause. Minoya, after he had Commanded his Servants to quit the Room; my Dear Adrastus (said he) those wounds you see are nothing, if compared with the Torments of my Soul, I Love the Young Marchioness of Huyana, I saw her that night I came to Capac, and have wore her Chains ever since, whose weight is nothing yet diminished; though I've seen others happy, even then when she strove to persuade me she ne'er had nor could love any Man. Adrastus was surpized at what he heard, and if the Duke had in the least suspected him, he would have read in his face-how much he was interested in the Story. He durst scarce desire him to finish what he had begun, so much he feared to be acquainted with the Infidelity of her he loved. But the other to save him that labour proceeded, and in few words told him all that concerned the Encounter he had that Evening he received his Wounds. Adrastus soon believed 'twas his Brother, he remembered 'twas the same day in which he had lost my Letter, calls to mind the absence I enjoined him; and at last concludes me guilty. When men once become Masters by Enjoyment, Molehills appear Mountains, and that which before could render them happy, now they look upon as a thing useless and injurious to their repose; they think Women should from that moment abandon all Appetites but those they entertain for them. And like wretched Misers grasp at all, then sigh when they can hold no more, and murmur because another may enjoy what they alone would possess. The Jealous Adrastus hides his pain as much as possible from the Duke, and tells him that she whom he adored was truly the handsomest Woman in Capac, and one who would in time regard the Services of a Prince, who merited the esteem of all Mankind; that he had several times seen me when his Father was alive, and that he should not fail to do him some good Offices upon the small acquaintance he had, did not a very urgent business command his absence for some time. The Duke gave him a thousand thanks for his kind offer, and in the mean time, tho' he was sorry for his departure, wished him a good Journey. Adrastus went to his Lodgings, possessed with Love, Anger, Jealousy, and Despair; thus passion o'erruled his Judgement, and in that weakness he sent me this Letter.  
Madam,  
I'M amazed to find in the fair Timandra a Woman regardless of her Vows and Honour, I leave you with sorrow, and can't longer stay in a place where I see a Woman I have so constantly loved, possessed by one that could never pretend to so great a happiness by his Services, whatever bis Birth might be to his advantage; I will not offer to trouble you with a tedious recital how your Infidelity came to my knowledge, let it suffice that (to my infinite sorrow) I know too much, either for your Honour, or my own Satisfaction▪  
Adrastus.  
I was at first all fury, I termed him the most ingrateful of men, my passion suggested a thousand things to me, I was sorry for the Happiness I had given, and hearty wished my Love had been more moderate. But Love that seldom loseth possession in an honest Heart, reassumes his Empire, and represents the mistaken Lover Sorrowful, and Passionate; Jealous by a seeming guilt, and desperate at his own loss. I considered his Letter partially, and thought there was still so much of Love in every line, that it shone through all those Clouds his Jealousy and Anger had contracted, and began in earnest to mourn his loss; grief took place of former Joys, and I have wept sometimes whole Nights, and cursed those Stars that forced me to love a Man I had so many reasons to pursue with my hatred. My Mother wondered what might work this sudden alteration in my humour; and imagined my grief arose from the Duke of Minoya's misfortune, and doubted not but that I loved him; for by the help of my Maid Zibelline, Adrastus was seldom seen come or go from my House, so that she neither suspected him nor the Earl, who was still very cautious in his visits. I was willing (the better to conceal my misfortune) to let things appear the same she took them for, and in the mean time forgot not to use those ways that promised any likelihood of recalling the Object of all my wishes.  
One Night while I sat all alone in my Chamber, I could hear soft whispers at the Door; my Curiosity was augmented when I thought, it resembled the Earl of Rucana's Voice; when I had looked through the Keyhole, I found I had not judged amiss. He was looking very earnestly upon his supposed Timandra; while she on the other hand seemed not to curb his hopes, for he could easily read a fire in her Eyes equal to his own. However she begged that this Night he would abreviate his discourse; adding, she was afraid her Mother might find him in the House. He answered, that he could not leave her so soon, her Mother was then a-bed, and that all she urged for his departure, was not of force sufficient to make him delay the possession of a Bliss he had so long promised to himself. In the end she was o'ercome, and suffered herself to be led along the Gallery, and down a pair of back Stairs into the Garden, where they entered a Chamber in which I often lay when the Season was excessively hot: My Mother's Apartment was very nigh to it, and had a Balcony from her dining Room exactly opposite to the Chamber Door. I wanted to see the Earl's manner of Courtship, and longed to know upon what terms he stood with his Timandra: (My grief for the absence of my Lover having long kept me from the knowledge of what I had formerly used for my diversion) And therefore I laid all Considerations of danger aside, and stole privately after them. They seated themselves at first familiarly upon the Bed, and I could soon perceive more between 'em than a nice Virtue could well allow. I was hearty displeased at what Casmia did, and tho' the Earl was a close minded Man, I was afraid Stones and Bushes might have Ears to disclose the intrigue. I wished he had known whom he loved, and was just about to show him his error, when they arose, and went softly to that part of the Garden where she ordinarily admitted him. I entered the Room immediately; but good Gods! how much was I amazed, when I saw my Mother had got there before me; having entered at the same Door from which they went out: She was passionate even to madness, and tho' I knew myself innocent, yet I had scarce the power to tell her so; she told me the Bed bespoke some amorous dalliance; that she had seen me enter, and thereupon drawing the Curtains aside, she took up the Earl's Pocket Book, which he unfortunately had dropped. I was a mazed at the accident, and presently saw my Letter to Adrastus taken out of it Daughter said she, (looking furiously upon me) are these the effects of that care I have had of you? Is this the Journey Adrastus has undertaken? Never see me more, you have abandoned Virtue, you have ruined your Fortune, and, in a Word, are become the scorn of your Sex This said, she fling immediately out at the Back door, which stood half open, not doubting but that Adrastus was gone that way; she found Casmia returning, and concluded I had sent her to show him the way. The Maid was infinitely surprised at so unexpected a meeting, and falling upon her knees, first begs a thousand Pardons, and then tells the whole truth of the matter. This serves her not in any stead, my Mother assures herself I'm guilty, and believes that this story had been handsomely contrived to be made use of upon the first discovery, and so instantly thrust her out of Doors, to find new Lodgings, and a new Mistress. When she came back to me, she found me drowned in Tears, tho' they proceeded more from the loss of Adrastus, than from my new misfortune, she soon told me how she had served my Confident, (as she called her); adding (seeing me about to speak) that I should not endeavour to justify myself, because my guilt was too obvious to those of the least judgement, and so left me to my soliloquies.  
I was not ignorant of my Mother's humour, and therefore (being awaked from that surprise into which her presence had cast me) without further reflections on the matter, went to Bed. There it was that I began narrowly to search into my own Circumstances, and found that tho' I was innocent of what was then laid to my Charge, yet my Conduct had been such as deserved reproof. I saw no hopes of Adrastus his return, and feared the Earl might boast of an imaginary Conquest, to those who would apprehend it real: These and a thousand such thoughts possessed me; when as Day began to break, I could hear some body knock gently at my Door. I soon quitted my Bed, and having opened it (for melancholy had so seized me, I ne'er examined who it was, nor did I remember the want of my Nightgown). A Gentleman caught me in his Arms, my Charming Fair (cried he in a transport, and forcing a kiss from me) how oft have I wished for this happy minute. He said no more, his sighs, short breathe, and eager embraces served to convince me how much he wanted that happiness he now thought himself almost Master of. However I was just ready to cry out, when my fears on a sudden interposed, and opportunely told me, that by so doing I should confirm my Mother in her suspicions; in this thought I forced myself from his Arms, and leaped into the Bed. He followed with the trembling steps of a burning Lover, and was beginning to undress, when I (with more moderation than the accident could well allow) told him that the calmness with which I received him proceeded more from a tenderness of my own Reputation, than Compliance to his passion, otherwise he might soon have felt the effects of that rudeness of which no discreet Person would be guilty. He soon knew by my voice that it was not his belov'd Timandra (for 'twas the Earl) and so without the least Apology withdrew.  
This Accident augmented my grief; a thousand times did I wish I had ne'er been guilty of that fatal interview at the Lake, it lost me the Man I loved, and who (notwithstanding of his ingratitude) was still dear to me as Life itself: it had brought the Duke's Wounds, and the Earl's addresses to my Maid, which now I found more dangerous than if they had been to myself. In the Morning I told Zibelline what had happened, who immediately found out that Relief I so much wished.  
She presently sent for Casmia, and after we had deliberately weighed the business, there was a Billet-deux privately conveyed to the Earl, in which he was bid come at Night, and at the usual hour. He failed not in his Obedience, and the time was no sooner come, than I could hear him upon the Stairs. His Mistress presently gave him admittance, and played that part I had enjoined her to the Life. Madam, I'm so much yours that I won't offer to conceal the least of my thoughts, however faulty you may find them; I must confess, I then wished he had loved the real Timandra. His Words were very tender, Love basked and wantoned in his Eyes, and I could hear him say all those things we take for indubitable signs of a violent and tender flame. But no longer to detain you on this Subject, know, that next Morning they were Married. I had so ordered it (lest a quick discovery might be inconvenient) that they should for some time Lodge in my own Apartment, which in a little time produced a very odd Adventure. And 'twas thus.  
My Maid Zibelline lay next door to my Chamber (which the Earl then possessed, tho' privately) and had a Lover unknown to me, who it seems adored his Goddess in the dark, is the Ancients did Bacchus in the night. The unknown happy-Lover, that night after the Marriage, came to perform his ordinary Devotions, and being a stranger to the House, without the help of Lights stumbled into that of the Earl's. Casmia (or rather the Countess of Rucana) you may be sure was kept awake with the hopes of a coming Bliss; but dreamt of nothing more than her Husband. While he (who was accustomed to silence) leaped into the Bed without many words. In the mean time the Earl, who laid never been in his new Room (that morning in which he catched me naked excepted) fairly dropped into that of Zibelline's, and so to Bed. Thus posted, the four Lovers spent the Night happy in their ignorance. The Earl had upon him all the fervour and heat of a young Bridegroom, and the other all the Pleasures of a stolen Bliss. But Day approaching, Zibelline desired her Lover (or rather Rucana) to quit the Bed. He who was now married, and consequently secure of his Mistress' favours, began already to play the Husband; that is, lose all respect and good manners; swore he would not, nor could he then leave so many Joys unfinished, of that number he had promised to himself, without a torment equal to that of Death: And that no Circumstances whatsoever were of force enough to rob a Husband of his Wife, that Formalities were now of no use, and she might frankly own her Marriage to all the World. The Maid was beyond expression surprised at what she heard, and presently understood who it was that spoke, and whom he meant; but being of a prompt and ready Wit, counterfeited the voice of the Countess, and, after some few Embraces and kind Arguments, at last prevailed. Zibelline's Lover, who remembered with what hazard he stole his favours, made no delays, and came out of the Chamber just as the Earl was passing by the Door, and stumbling upon him, concludes himself betrayed, and the Reputation of his Mistress in evident danger. But endeavouring to make his escape, he was forced to tumble Rucana down stairs, to clear his passage. The Earl no sooner came to himself, than he as soon ascended, but by degrees, not as he went down; and persuading himself that he who had thus served him, was some favourite of his Wife's, enters her Room in a fury, much akin to a real madness. She, who was surprised to see him return so soon, very kindly asked what was the matter? adding, that just now he had left her, without the happiness of a word at parting; and that the whole Night was spent in silence, at which she could not choose but wonder, since it argued that his Lordship's Love did not suit with his past Protestations. Ha' (cried he) did I leave you without words? No, Madam, you urged my departure frequently. And now it is I understand why you did so. Your Lover came too soon, and I stayed too long, either for his Happiness or my own. My Mother (whom the Earl's fall had awaked) with a Candle in her hand, just as he pronounced the last words, entered, crying out, heavens! where was her Daughter? The Earl, raving answered, here! And I'm sorry, Madam, you looked no better to her Education, since I am destined to be the unhappy Man, that must undergo that punishment your neglect deserved. She viewed him seriously, and knowing who it was, asked him what he meant, and if he was awake? if so, what had brought him to her House at an hour so unseasonable? He bids her inquire of her Daughter, and points to the Bed. She told him he still dreamt, and that she could easily distinguish her Daughter from one of her Maids: But withal asked the trembling and affrighted Casmia, how she came there, and if she remembered what had past the preceding Night? And thereupon (giving way to her passion) pulls the poor Countess by the Hair from the Bed, where she had lain silent, and half dead with fear. The Earl (tho' overwhelmed with Jealousy) could not see his Wife so ill used, and therefore relieved her from the paw of the Lioness. In the mean time, Zibelline had awaked me, and (dissembling her knowledge of the cause) told me the House was all in an uproar: I soon got up, and entered the Room just as Rucana had relieved the distressed fair one. My Mother, as soon as she saw me; asked if I was a stranger to the cause of all this confusion, and if I held a Correspondence with the Earl, equal to that I did with Adrastus. I told her I had never seen Rucana; but was informed, he had endeavoured to debauch one of my Maids; I hoped she did not doubt my Virtue, and that my Conduct had been such, as became hers and the Marquis of Huyana's Daughter. The Earl (who had harkened with wonder and amazement) soon found how he had been imposed upon; and was at first confounded, and oppressed with shame and anger: But then growing calm, and eyeing his Wife, who lay drowned in tears with all her Beauties open to his view; his fury fled, Love pleads in her behalf, and a thousand tender thoughts possessed his Soul. He beheld a Woman whom he long had loved; half naked, weeping, prostrate at his feet, and all her Sexes best bewitching Charms about her. Tears dropped from his Eyes, and all the pains of love and sorrow jointly pressed his Heart. Then raising gently the afflicted fair one, he begged a thousand pardons for his indiscreet management, swore he should ne'er repent the happy mistake; kissed away her Tears, and sighed at every word. After some minutes thus spent; he made an Apology to my Mother, for that disturbances he had occasioned in the Family; then taking the Countess by the hand, led her down stairs, calls a Coach, (for 'twas now daylight) and drives home, pleased because he loved.  
My Mother was glad to find me innocent, and herself doubly deceived; and by her Joy in some measure atoned for the harsh usage I had received from her the foregoing Night. Zibelline was pleased with her own good success; and I thought myself fortunate, in seeing a business I dreaded brought to a happy exit. Thus we all went to Bed again, well satisfied with what had happened, and each of us big with the hopes of Fortune's continued smiles.  
Next Day I was informed the Duke had quit his Room, and was able to take a turn in the Garden. The Earl's Marriage was soon known, and as it happens in such cases, he was laughed at by the Wits, pitied by the Honest-hearted, and commended by the Judicious, for that Moderation he had shown in so provoking a juncture; and I was by all concluded privy to the intrigue. Minoya showed his Sentiments in his Eyes, where the inward Satisfaction this accident gave him visibly appeared: His flame is augmented with his hopes, and the removal of a Rival he thinks a step to his Happiness. These pleasant thoughts Contribute much to his speedy Recovery, he imagined I was not prepossessed to his prejudice, and easily believed he had fought for my Maid.  
In a few days he came to see me, and I having in some measure laid aside the thoughts of my ingrateful Lover, received him more kindly than I had done before his long absence. This inflamed him more; my Mother seconded every word he spoke, and 'twas impossible to hold out against two such powerful Assailants. Yet Young Adrastus took his place by turns; and tho' the passion I had for him seemed sometimes dead, yet (from what thought I know not) it (like Lamps just extinguished) greedily catched hold of light, and in a moment, turned into a flame.  
Thus divided, (after I had seen the Duke languishing for me three whole Months) I at last consented to Marry him: He was ravished at the wished-for grant; and tasted all those Joys successful Love imparts to Youth impatient of delays. On the other hand, I saw the fatal hour approach with pain, and could not think of being for ever his, while Adstrastus was in Being, tho' absent and unkind; but not knowing how to recall that promise I had given, (and the Town already too busy with my Name,) I was forced to confirm it by a Marriage Vow.  
The Duke (now happy in the possession of her he adored) went seldom abroad; he was uneasy but when in my Company, and all his actions centred in his Love. One Evening he told me, (Laughing) with what concern he had seen the Earl of Rucana's happiness, that Night he fought him, and wondered much how that Marriage came to pass, asked if the Countess was handsome, and applauded her mamagement. I gave her those praises her Beauty deserved; and wished him reconciled to Rucana, because his constant Love, after so great a disappointment, spoke him a Man truly noble, of a great Soul, fixed and steady in his resolutions; generous, good natured, and of honest Principles. And the truth is, so great a change was never known, as that which Love and Marriage had wrought on this Man; his Soul seemed new-moulded, and imprinted with all the marks of Virtue, Honour, and Nobility. whate'er I spoke was a Law, and if I had but the least inclination to any thing, 'twas immediately performed; so that my Husband next day, waited for nothing more than an opportunity of speaking with the Earl, but finding none, at last went to his House. Rucana received him, and embraced his friendship with all the Sincerity which Man can be Master of, when he pays his Devotions to Heaven. They discoursed long of things indifferent, and at last came to the Subject of their quarrel; where the kind Huband spoke so advantageously of his Wife, that he charmed the Duke into an ecstasy. She who had not forgot what once she was, kept a modest humility in all her actions, looked sweet and langushing, and made it her only study how to please the Lord of all her wishes. With this bewitching state she entered the Room, where Minoya paid her those respects due to the Countess of Rucana, and the Wife of his Friend; from the Earl's discourse, he had formed a lovely Idea of this hppy fair one, and was pleasantly surprised, to see how far the sweet Original outdid that Picture he had newly drawn. He intended at first no more than a short visit; but the Earl's kindness, and the Charms of his Wife, made him forget that Resolution. When he came home, his wont joys flagged, his appetite seemed paled, he looked uneasy, as if some sudden illness had seized him; thought much, spoke little, and the torments of his Soul (after many endeavours to hid them) were at last conspicuous. I was sensibly grieved at this new misfortune, tho' I yet knew not what it was; I used all the moving Arts of Honest Love to Charm him into mirth, and wrestled even with uritue how to please.  
He still continues all Ice; restless in his thoughts, divided from himself, forgetting all his former Vows and me. He went every day to Rucana's, returned more cold, and all the World at last took notice of it. I knew myself Young and Handsome, fitted by Nature to inflame desire; and was all madness, at the thoughts of losing an Heart I had begun to value in earnest; but that which most sensibly displeased me was, to find myself abandoned for one that had been my Servant, and whom (by my own folly) I had advanced to all Happiness she then possessed.  
Things were thus, when my Melancholy and the calm Evening (the Duke being then at Rucana's) invited me to a walk in the Garden. There it was I began to remember my joys past, the Cypress Trees brought the fugitive Adrastus to my view, with all his Charms about him, and represented the Duke the most ingrateful of men; Revenge spoke Peace to my Soul, and a thousand different resolutions (the effects of my restless mind) possessed me, and next moment were destroyed by that same power which gave them first a Being. Thus my Heart at last beat itself to rest; and while I lay upon a Mossy Bank, and all my sorrows chained in peaceful slumbers; I dreamt (nay, methought it was no dream, such strong impressions the blessed Vision made) my absent Lover sighing by me lay, all drowned in sorrow for his loss, wept, then wished me false, so I but loved him now. I waked, but 'twas to see what my Eyes had often longed for. The lovely Youth threw himself at my feet, gazed, and sighed, and laboured with his pain. My sorrow equalled his, and tho' I oft had wished the wanderer back, the cruel thought of being his no more dashed all my Joys, and turned them into Tears. Thus on each other for a while we gazed, breathed short, and trembled while we strove to speak. At last his Courage bore away his grief, and loosened by degrees, that soft bewitching Tongue, whose Eloquence so often had undone me; and said, Can you be mine no more? Can you be cruel to a repenting Sinner, who for pardon sues, and damn me to a new Hell of absence, more lasting than the first? Is Adrastus quite forgot? And must the Duke possess a Heaven alone? Ah! (cried I! when my Tears would give me leave to speak) I Love and fear my own weakness; but as you tender my future Happiness, ask no more than a Virtuous Wife should give. Has the Duchess of Minoya nothing of Timandra in her, (replied he, interrupting me) and can you resolve to see me die? I begged with Tears he'd urge his Love no more; and at last, promising to meet him there next Evening, we parted.  
When the Duke came home, I found his humour the same it had been for some Months preceding. However, I did not lay his indifferency in that balance it formerly held; my Love grew lighter, and that esteem I had for him, became hourly less. Next Evening Adrastus came, and I failed not to meet him; his Soul seemed more at rest, but his Love the same. After some serious discourse, I asked him how he had spent the time of his absence, and if no new Beauty had razed me from his memory. The lovely Penitent could deny me nothing; and began the Relation immediately: Which, Madam, you may take as followeth, because 'tis occasioned by the story of my Love.  

AFter I had Written that Letter, (where Passion ruled, and my Judgement or Gratitude were not consulted) I took Horse that Evening, and began my journey to Chira, (the Metropolis of Naitrant) where I have stayed ever since my departure. I was a stranger to the City, and the first Bill I read, there I took up my Lodgings. I lived sometime in the House unknown, and went very seldom abroad; my grief for so great a loss hourly employing my thoughts. But one day going to take the Air upon the River at the back of the City, I encountered some Young Ladies that walked upon the Banks, and asked, if they designed to trust themselves to the water? Women there, tho' Virtuous and Honest, yet are not , and being well bred, know how to oblige strangers, and preserve their Honour. They accepted the Compliment; and having got Music on board, we spent the day, and some part of the Evening very pleasantly; and at last began the stories of our Loves, where I related mine (but concealed your Name and Quality) with as much pain, as if we had but newly parted; this moved the pity of all the Ladies, and she who was the fairest of them (and whom we could not persuade to a relation of her Adventures) wept; and sighing, said, I deserved better fortune. Thus we consumed the time, and I proffered to see them to their Lodgings, but was denied the Honour, tho' not before they had assured me that I might frequently see them, where we had met that Forenoon.  
I found something that night at my Heart more than usual, and tho' my own misfortunes lay heavy upon me, I was afflicted for those Tears I had forced the fair one to shed, and could have almost wished myself in Love with her: Her tenderness spoke good Nature, and her generous pity showed a noble Soul. Your seeming infidelity urged me to forget my Vows, and my griefs bid me seek relief from some kinder she. Then after a tedious contest, I was all Love, all Repentance, and every corner of my Soul was full of thee; Timandra, was the Object of my waking thoughts, and the last guide that led me to my rest; all Night I'd dream of her, and in the Morning mourn, because I could dream no more.  
Next day however, I went to renew my acquaintance with my last days walk, I moved without design, yet wanted to see them; I feared, and wished, and wanted I knew not what; I fled from myself, I asked not whither; and when I most resolved to shake off my sorrows, and seek for Happiness in a new Love, I've found a pleasure in my present pain, and doted on my griefs for the sake of her who brought them. But the fair ones no sooner arrived, than all my cares were hushed, sorrow slept, and no Melancholy thought disturbed my dawning Heaven. I could look on my new acquaintance with an air wholly changed, and observed that the fairest often fixed her Eyes on mine; and when she spoke, Love and Modesty shared all her words between them. But time (which to unthinking Lovers still seems short) flew quick away, and Night with all her gloomy shades approaching, the Ladies retired to their respective Lodgings.  
The tenderhearted fair one, after some small refusals, at last permits me to wait upon her to hers. My thoughts were so pleasantly employed, I ne'er examined the way she chose, and was surprised to see her stop at mine. I begged she'd allow me the Happiness of waiting upon her to hers, and she told me, I had already done so. Thus we parted, and I entered some time after, without acquainting her that I lodged in the same House. A few minutes after, my Heart seemed entirely hers, and when it had for a while enjoyed itself with the thoughts of a new Beauty, and judged the Conquest past, its first Mistress would return, recall the wanderer, and force him to obedience; and the fair Timandra still possessed a Heart, in spite of its owner.  
We often met, and the Charming Olmechine, (for that was the name of this kind fair one) at last let me know she loved. But did it with all the modesty of her Sex, showed a strong and nice Virtue, with a powerful Love; paleness o'erspread her Face, trembling dwelled upon her Lips, her Eyes were fixed upon the ground, and her Words were moving, but her Beauty more. 'Twas then, that Love showed himself a capricious Deity; for the Maid no sooner had attacked my Heart, than 'twas entirely yours. I had Eyes no more for her, and my inclinations being wholly changed, I received the tender address with more indifferency, than good breeding or gratitude could well allow. However, when I had recollected myself, I gave her all that Satisfaction she could justly expect from a heart she knew wholly prepossessed, and now firmly fortified against a change, I see her home at Night, and inform her, that I lodged in the same House, she blushed at the unexpected adventure, and tho' she loved, was sorry to know a Man under the same Roof with herself, that was conscious to her weakness. Next day I dined with her, where I made my acquaintance with her Aunt; and whom I found to be the Mistress of the Family. The old Gentlewoman entertained me very kindly, and commended my shape, mien, and garb, with all the gallantry, of which one at twenty is capable; and I returned her Compliments with that careless gravity, to which my griefs permitted me not to be a stranger. At night she came to my Room; and under the notion of ask, if things were in that order I wished them, spent some hours in my Company. I could observe, while she stayed, that nothing pleased her so much, as when the Subject was Love: The Blood sparkled through her buff Cheeks, and Love lay burning in her deadened Eyes. Next day I found her painted and dressed, with that gallantry that only fitted Brides of fifteen, and I was a second time obliged to accept of a splendid Entertainment from her. Thus she continued kind, and every day gave me new grounds of suspecting the old Lecher inflamed. While the Aunt made daily advances, the lovely Niece saw me but seldom; and when she did, 'twas with all the bashfulness of a guilty young sinner, whose Virtue had newly been seduced. I paid her all those respects she deserved, and gave my Pity when I had no more. She'd sigh, look pale, and gently hang her head; then leave me sad, because I could not love. Attabalippa, (for that was the Aunt's name) in time became a perfect plague, she haunts me like a Ghost, my Will and Actions seem the guide of hers, and she does nothing, in which her hopes to please me has not a share. This made me look out for new Lodgings, and I was ready to departed, when my Servant Curacas came and told me, the fair Olmechine lay dangerously ill of a Fever; at this a sudden tenderness seized me, Pity and fears lodged in my Breast, and a thousand Torments racked me till I saw her. I soon got admittance, and (having seated myself by her upon the Bed) enquired passionately after her health; the Charming Innocent wept, and sighed, then looking upon me with Eyes all Languishing, answered, I am— At this a new flood of Tears broke forth, and all the Charms of Beauty in distress assault my Heart, and moved a pity equal even to Love. Then taking hold of her fair hand, that lay above the , I kissed it with all the Transports newborn flames could give; conjured her to speak, I longed to share her griefs; and almost wished myself the Cause, to have the Power of giving some relief. Thus while I mourned over her, possessed with all the tenderness of dying Mothers, for their weeping infants, I could see her Lips (like Roses plucked) grow pale, her Heart beat thick, and night o'erspread her Eyes, her Soul half fled, and she at last lay fainting in my Arms. This adds to my sorrow, and labouring 'twixt grief and Love, I gently raised her drooping Head, and strove to kiss her back again to Life; my sighs echoed in her ears, and my groans awaked her from this little death. She looked upon me with all the Symptoms of a Lovesick Maid, and blushed to find herself lying in my Bosom, with half her Beauties open; then faintly struggling, threw herself down upon the Bed. Ah! Sir, (said she) for heavens sake, think me Virtuous, tho' 've found me weak; tenderness for your loss first begot my Love, then use it as the darling Child of that generous passion, and not the effect of a mind unfixed; pardon the excess of a flame so pure, and give me pity, if you cannot Love. I answered these obliging words with all the sweetness which her Charms inspired, and if a flame equal to that of hers did not then possess me, I told her, my Gratitude and her Beauty would assist me, and my Heart should quickly bid adieu to its old Mistress, to entertain one whose merit justly claimed a better. This eased the Maid, and I left her more sound in mind and better than I found her. Attabalippa met me just as I came out, and forced me with her back into the Room. Olmechine blushed at the unexpected Happiness, and was scarce able to look upon her Aunt, because her Lover looked and was so nigh. She was glad to see her Niece altered to the better; and going to the other end of the Room, viewed herself in a large Glass, opposite to the Bed, and asked me, smiling, how I liked her dress? Then told me, how such a one had loved her, that a Lord had died for her, and that most of the Youth in Chira still sighed for her, and wondered where that Beauty lay which charmed them. I answered her dotage very modestly, and Olmechine, (whose Fever was now abated) took particular notice of all that past; was ashamed of her weakness, and sensibly touched to find a Rival where she lest looked for one. In the mean time, the old Gentlewoman, who had forgot something below Stairs, quitted the Room, after she had desired me to wait upon her Niece, and divert her melancholy thoughts till she returned. I looked upon the fair one, with an Air that spoke me pleased with the opportunity and employment; and she, with a Charming Voice, told me, she was not the only Conquest I had made; and tho' she feared some ill Consequences from her Aunt's passion, yet she had the satisfaction of seeing Age inflamed, and looked upon it as some excuse for hers. I confessed I had been long sensible of that esteem her Aunt had for me, but that it had never met with any Encouragement; that since her Charms had been able to drive Amazonta (for so I had always called you) from my Heart, they were sufficient guards against the fond assaults of an old Woman, whom I esteemed only, because of that Relation she had to her I loved. The fair one, sighing, answered all I said with so much modesty, she looked like innocence herself, and told me, her past misfortunes yielded to her present Happiness, that all her losses doubly were repaid, and she no more complained of cruel fortune. Her Face and Breeding spoke her Quality beyond her present Circumstances; and seeing she was able to speak without prejudice to her health, I gently pressed she'd let me know who it was had taken the happy Conqueror Captive, and if my Love was able to repay the least part of her by past Sufferings. She, all goodness, and full of love, after a few Tears, began. Here Adrastus stopped, and waited my consent to the Relation of Olmechine's story; which, Madam, for your divertisement, I likewise send you; and if my Letter be of too great length, impute it to my Obedience, and the desire I have to serve you.   

MY Father was a Man well known in Naitrant, by the Title of Manco, an Earldom which was long possessed by a noble series of his famous Ancestors, handed down to him with additional Honours, which their Kings according to their Merits had bestowed. In his Youth he discovered a thousand signs of that extravagancy which possessed him in his Elder Year's. At Masks he still appeared with all the gallantry of Youth, dressed profusely, but danced well, had ● pleasant Countenance, but a large stock of Ill-nature, a refined Wit employed to ignoble uses; quarrelled with all men, and seemed a bubble to each Rook he knew. His Father (whom Heaven had blessed with no more Children) grieved to see that Son, from whom his Age had hoped so many Blessings, the cause of endless fears. And to reclaim him from his wildness, thought Marriage the best expedient. Almado, his Friend and Neighbour, (a Man equal to himself in Birth and Fortune, the Father of two Daughters) had often proposed an Alliance with his Family; and of this he now resolves to accept. The Match is immediately agreed upon between them, and my Father Accompanies the old Earl to Almadoes House, where he saw the Charming Arathea (for that was my Mother's name) and seeing Loved. She, whom Fame had acquainted with his Nature, and her Father with his business, had that grief upon her Soul the accident might justly give. This languishment adds to her Beauty, and to his Flame. Almado, who was of a generous temper, was sorry to see his Daughter averse to what he thought conduced so much to her welfare, and tells her all the Advantages that attend so great a match, that the Love my Father had for her would settle his roving thoughts, and stay his Soul at home. Her Beauty would doubtless reclaim him. That Marriage wrought such changes, was evident from every day's experience; and that Youth in that state, were obliged to reckon themselves amongst the number of men, and as such to live; that a lovely Woman had more Eloquence than a grave Philosopher, and Love to Vir●●● joined, more power than Vice with all her Ma● about her. The Daughter naturally Pio●● knew what she owed to her Parents, and show'● Obedience by a quick consent. The old Ea●● was overjoyed at his good success; blessed h●● Friend, and the happy hour which gave hi● Daughter Birth. Their hopes were equal, an● their thoughts flew high, and every hour of added life was looked upon as Ciphers joined to the numbers of their Blessings. But this pleasant Scene, was not of long duration; for the Brave Almado, had the misfortune, to be accused by Villains, (Enemies to Virtue) of some designs against his Prince, and was forced to seek for safety in another Nation, where he shortly after died. Old Manco grieved for the misfortune of his Friend; but more to see his Eldest Daughter ill used by his own Son, and the other exposed a prey to Contempt and Poverty, because her Father's Fortune answered for his seeming guilt, and paid for Crimes not his. But as if Heaven had designed my Mother for the longest sufferer, the Earl (after he had settled a small part of his Estate upon her Sister Attabalippa) died, and left the disconsolate Arathea, to mourn a loss which Fortune ne'er attempted to repay.  
Manco soon forgot the loss of a Father, whom he had always looked upon as an allay to all his Pleasures; and now being entirely Master of himself and Fortune, he aims at Vice in all her pomp, keeps an Army of Footmen, plays incessantly at Cards with every Sharper, and pays a double price for every pleasure. While thus he lived, I came into the World, and tho', he looked upon my Mother's Charms and Virtue, as things not worthy of his serious thoughts, yet upon this occasion there was nothing wanting that Money, mastered by a lavish mind, could bring, and the poor Countess mourned in state, to see her Infant born to cruel wants. Sometime after it, he sold one half of his Fortune, to appease the raging hunger of some gaping Creditors; the remaining part could not long supply his Disbursements, and he at last reduced it all to nothing. My Mother wearied out with this long Scene of misery, in a short time sunk beneath the burden of her misfortunes, and smiling plunged into the other World; while I, whom Heaven preserved to sport itself withal, was taken care of by her Sister, upon whom the Earl (as I have already told you) had settled a small part of his Estate. She was not of Arathea's temper, Gallantry seemed the business of her life, and tho' she was always Virtuous, yet her Conduct seldom made her thought such, for innocence itself, is not sufficient for a Woman, unless she also study to appear so; because the World, which only views the outside of affairs, seldom offers to give its Judgement of things as they really are, but as they seem to be. I had reached the twelfth Year of my Age, when Manco ashamed of what was past, and terrified with the prospect of future disgrace and contempt, (the Companions of Poverty by madness brought) abandoned his House and Relations, and threw himself naked upon the World, in the quality of one of her beggared Sons, possessed of nothing, but what in time she might bestow upon him for tedious Years of toils, and hated labour. What few friends his poverty had left him, were sorry for the accident, but none strove to give relief; and upon second thoughts; inwardly rejoiced to see the poor spendthrift gone, tho' they knew not whither. My few Years did not protect me from a due feeling of these Misfortunes; and that Beauty, which already began to display itself in my Face, now drooped and languished  its day had dawn'd, and darkness struggled with the glimm ring Light.  
My Aunt still made a considerable figure in the World, and strove to maintain some part of the Grandeur of her Family, upon that small Estate Manco had given her; and I was by those, ignorant of our Circumstances, reputed a Woman of no small Fortune. This gave me the trouble of some Lovers, amongst whom were the Lord Avilon's two Sons, men of infinite parts; the Eldest was tall, of good Shapes, had an incomparable Air, danced well, and sung to a wonder, but addicted to Anger and Jealousy, passions of sufficient force to oppress a large stock of Virtues. The Younger was all good Nature, of a prompt and piercing Wit, Eloquent beyond expression, had the softness of a Woman in his Voice, and all the Courage of that mighty Ceature Man in his Soul. I was equally beloved by both, each strove to gain a Heart insensible of their merits, and tho' the youngest had a great share in my esteem, yet neither of them possessed my Love. Thus for a while they Courted, the present still speaking to the Advanvantage of the absent, till Duverr (for that was the name of the Eldest) o'ercome by his jealousy, quarrelled with his Brother, (the Handsome Sevilus) by whom (after a few thrusts) he was killed, in a field adjoining to our House. The Young unfortunate Conqueror, kissed the wounded Clay wept over him some Hours, and then (consulting his own safety) fled. His Father used all his interest at Court, to obtain a pardon for his only Son; and Canador our present Sovereign (all Mercy) grants it soon as asked. But he never returning, it was useless, and the afflicted old Man (now concluding both his Children lost) in a few Years died, having left his Estate to the next Heir-Male, if his absent Son returned not.  
I could not longer live in the Country, where I was looked upon as the cause of so many mischiefs. My Aunt, whose fortune now began to ebb, was persuaded by necessity, and we came to Chira, where unknown we have lived these five Years without a change of Fortune; nor have we yet heard what became of my poor unfortunate Father, or the young Sevilus, now (if alive) Lord Avilon. The Court and foreign Trade renders the City very populous, and private Families reside in it unregarded. Thus you see Sir, (continued the afflicted Fair) how misfortunes have pursued me from my Infancy, and I have now added sensibly to their number, by that weakness of which you have found me guilty.  
Here she ended, and the story wrought that Impression, which the affliction of the fair Sex does on generous Souls. I was all pity, all tenderness, all sorrow; and each of these were swallowed up in Love. I wished her all the Happiness the loveliest of her Kind e'er possessed; swore my constant Love should atone for part of her past ills, clasped her gently in my Arms, laid her all languishing to my Breast, and whispered comfort to the kind afflicted. She (whom Love had not robbed of Modesty (reproved me mildly for the rudeness, and said, she feared I doubted much her Virtue, when I thus presumed upon her Love. I answered this with words that sufficiently spoke it the effect of my passion and my grief, for a thought that differed so much from my real intentions or sentiments; Madam, (cried I) believe me I love, that I think you Virtuous, that I lament your past sufferings, and shall be ever yours. The Aunt jealous of her Niece's Charms, made all the dispatch she could of any affairs that kept her from me, and entered just as I pronounced the last words. At first she stood amazed at what she saw, but (willing to conceal that concern she had for the discovery) turned it into Raillery, and smiling asked her Niece, if she stood in need of a Love-Physician, to complete the Cure of her Fever. Olmechine only smiled; and I, who was obliged to answer for both the offenders, told Attabalippa, that I shared in her Niece's sickness; that my Heart was naturally tender, that Woman's pains (if fair) were all my own; and that I was glad of her arrival, and thereupon showed a Picture, (done by the best Master of the World, which I valued at a hundred Guineas.) This, Madam, (said I) the fair Olmechine at first view admired, but when I begged she'd accept the small Compliment, it was answered, you better deserved it, and I swore it should be ever hers. At this you appeared, as if kind fortune had sent you to decide the difference. The old Gentlewoman was pleased to find things no worse, and decided in my favours; while the Charming Niece had Joys equal to hers, in seeing how much I feared, and what caution I used for the concealment of my flame; for Cares are always Natural signs of growing love, and our endeavours to hid any thing, a mark of that value put upon it.  
In a short time the fair one was perfectly recovered, and Attabalippa would often call me an able Physician, and attribute the cure to my Conversation. But at last growing jealous to a degree of madness, she denied her that Happiness, and watched her with as many Eyes as Argus e'er had open, when he looked to the Rival Cow, at the command of the jealous Goddess. While I was absent from this fond tender Beauty, my Heart would struggle 'twixt the old and new, recall to view my first and latter Vows, show Olmechine in all her sweetness, and Timandra with her Honour abandoned for my sake, than I would immediately be all yours; when with your Rival I loved her, when absent I forgot her; and still as the moving Object fled from my sight, the flame she had kindled burnt no longer, but served to add to that I had for another. The Aunt stormed and loved, saw me frequently, and had always the marks of Anger, Jealousy, and Love evident in her Countenance, and forgot not to tell me, she took notice of that inclination the fond young Girl had for me, (meaning her Niece) and was sorry to see how much I contributed to the increase of her passion. I denied all, and certainly had left Chira to be rid of so many tortures, if the Compassion I had for Olmechine's sufferings had not commanded my stay. At Night Curacas told me she had met him upon the Stairs, and desired to see me next Morning at the River's side. I failed not to be there, and had not waited long when she arrived. We spent the first part of our time upon the Water; where we discoursed our Loves anew, laughed at the old Aunt, pitied her weakness, and pleased ourselves with the hopes of coming Happiness. But the day growing hotter, we forsook the inconstant Element for one more fixed, and chose to walk beneath some Trees which grew upon the Bank; Olmechine on a sudden stopped, and offered to retire, because the King was upon the place; and I, who had never yet seen this Prince, was now resolved to lay hold of the opportunity. But as I was about to tell her so, the mighty Canador appeared, of whom Fame speaks so many wonders. He discoursed familiarly with any Man that approached him, looked all Majesty and Courage, yet had Mercy painted in his Face. We stood sometime to see what Courtiers were with him, when to the wonder of all, a young Man (with his Hair cut above his Ears, imprisoned (you'd thought so at least) in his Coat; his shoes and every thing about him bespeaking his Employment, and his Gloves thrown beneath his Armpit) approached. He asked some Persons of Quality which was the King, and having found him, bluntly demanded if he was Canador the Sovereign of Naitrant; who smiling answered he was. The Seaman immediately pulls a Letter out of his Pocket, and presents it with that grace inherent to men of his profession. The King asked from whom it came? And he confidently replied, from my Companion honest Villacus, a Man who has done your Majesty great service at Sea these Seven Years past. He came on shore some Months ago, and after he had spent his Money with pleasure, as with toil he gained it, was forced by Necessity to reimburse with the first opportunity, and so had the misfortune in a Civil way to borrow some pounds upon the Road from a Gentleman, for which he is now detained Prisoner in the Caroula, and may shortly pay too much interest for the Money, if your Majesty does not discharge the Sum, and relieve him speedily. The King was pleased to open the Letter; which we afterwards understood to be to this purpose.  
Kind Sir,  
MY Friend Pallamos (the bearer hereof,) can tell you who I am, and what I have done for you these seven Years. If you will not believe him, you may ask the question of Benizor our Admiral and your good Friend. I I had the misfortune to be taken up for a small business, which I don't desire to hear of again, because I have heard too much on't already. I was tried and Condemned, and unless you look out very sharp you may come to lose a very good Subject; for I am to be hanged to morrow or next day at farthest. And d'ye see, Sir, I would have you Remember this in time, for the hours stay for no man, and the Gallows is ready for any man; and look ye I cannot endure the thoughts of hanging.  
Sir, Your Friend to serve you, Villacus.  
Canador taken with the Adventure, laughed hearty, and turning to Benizor, who then walked with him, asked if he knew any such? who replied he did, that they were two merry Fellows, had served in his own Ship, and were extraordinary Seamen. While the King discoursed the Admiral, I could see the Young Tarr fix his Eyes upon Olmechine; she blushed and trembled, and he showed no fewer marks of surprise in his Countenance; when approaching, Madam, (said he) may I ask where the fair Olmechine lives, and what place of this City is blessed with so sweet a Guest? This he spoke with an Air that belied his habit; and she unable to answer, only sighed. In the mean time the King asked for him, and bid him acquaint his Comrade with his success, adding, his Pardon should be sent him in the Evening. He, who again appeared a Seaman, bowed to his Prince after avery odd manner, and tossing up his Hat (after a few Prayers for the King, and a languishing look to the fair Olmechine) run off, and left the Company beyond thought pleased with the Novelty of the address. The fair confused one soon quit the place, and as we walked homewards, I could observe her drowned in melancholy, that her Soul was o'reburdened, and she was ready to sink between two very different passions, Grief and Love. I asked the cause with all the tenderness of which a Man can be capable; and she answered me in the same Language she had done the lovely Seaman.  
Next Morning I paid a visit to the old Woman, she was glad to see me, but the lovely Niece (no more what she had been) Sickened as I entered. The Aunt observed it, and Remembering how she had been indisposed that Night, attributed the cause to Love, and played upon the Subject. In the mean time one of the Servants entered, and whispering something to Attabalippa, the dejected Olmechine told me in a moving accent; that the misfortunes of others now pressed her Heart, and new pains had seized her easy Soul; that time would show me how weak she was, and I would scorn her for her past kindness. This discouse amazed me, and I was about to tell her so, when her Aunt cried bring them in; the Door was immediately opened, and I could see two handsome Gentlemen enter. Olmechine trembled, looked pale, sighed, and in a moment fainted. The Aunt ran with open Arms, not knowing which of them to embrace first; and cried, Oh Manco! Oh Avilon! The Father and the Lover equally strove to assist the Fainting fair; and each regardless of Attabalippa's kindness flew like lightning to embrace the Lovely Niece. Both raise her up, both weep, and jointly press her Lips. The Charming innocent lifted up her Eyes, blessed Heaven, than sighed, and fainted o'er again. At this, the Lover floods of Tears let fall, cursed his own folly, raved because he had shown too much o● Happiness at once, and had not brought h●● Heaven by just degrees The Father was possessed with all the tenderness of an afflicted Parent. He gazed upon her, stood motionless, and in groans spoke all his griefs. The Aunt was divided between hopes and fears, and my endeavours for her recovery, gave way to those of her first Lover. At last she spoke and Charmed them into ecstasy. Not smiles of newborn Infants ever were so welcome to tender Mothers, after all their pains as the first word she uttered. After some minutes thus spent, they at last seated themselves and asked a thousand questions of each others Fortunes. Olmechine pressed Avilon to tell her if he was the Man who had addressed the King the preceding day, for a Pardon to his Friend. Manco smiled, and desired the Lover to satisfy her Curiosity. At this I offered to retire, but 'twas begged I'd stay. In the mean time the Young Lord began, and told her how he had met with her Father at Sea, that they had both served together in one Ship, that a few weeks after they came to Chira, they went into the Country to inquire after her, where by the way the Earl was apprehended for a Robbery, because he had some resemblance of the Author, and being Condemned, they had made use of that Stratagem to obtain a Pardon, without discovering his Quality. That when he had left the King, he waited at the end of the Avenue and dogged her home; and that as soon as her Father was at liberty, and they had provided themselves in handsome , they came to wait upon her. The fair one wept at the story of their hardships, thanked the Gods that had restored her Parent to her, and kneeling asked his Blessing. The Earl, with all that gravity in his Face which Age and misfortunes commonly imprint told her that Heaven had now repaid all his sufferings, that he saw the Errors of his Youth, and was sorry he had been the Cause of all her past miseries. Then taking Avilon by the hand; here my dear Olmechine (cried he) receive the Companion of my toils and absence, my good and bad Fortunes, look upon him as the preserver of your Father's Life, Honour, and Estate; and the Man whom kind Heaven designs you for your Husband. At this she blushed, and the happy young Lover throwing himself at her feet, conjured her to remember his past sufferings, his continued Constancy, and all his Vows. The fair one fixed her Eyes upon mine, and with Tears answered all he said.  
In the Morning she sent for me, and after a thousand blushes and faint sighs, asked me if I could see her Married to another. I loved her when present, and was scarce able to answer, but upon second thoughts told her, I could see her possessed by Avilon, because his services best deserved her, and that to purchase happiness for her, I could forego my own; I showed the handsome Young Lover in his best shapes, and forgot not to put her in mind of those obligations she lay under to him. She confessed his worth, but doubtcd still the truth of what I said, and asked me blushing if I spoke my thoughts? I swore I did; that as Compassion first begot her Love, so it had done mine; and the cause once removed, the Effect naturally ceased, that I could mourn her misfortunes no longer, when I saw her happily Married to a Man who loved so well; that she should ever have the greatest share in my esteem, and in my Heart take place next to Amazonta; and that for myself, I hoped time should procure me that happiness, which the thoughts of seeing her honourably matched had already begun. I could read contentment in her Eyes, and she might easily have found as much in mine. When I left her, I began more seriously to reflect on what had past; and by my hopes of future Happiness I swear, in all my search, I found not one thought that was not for this Marriage; and was confirmed in my opinien, when informed that Avilon had bostowed upon the repenting Manco the profits of his Estate, which he had not enjoyed since his Father's Decease, it amounted to a considerable Sum, and wi●h i● he was able to relieve that half of his 〈…〉 which he had not sold, and that which ●●●●balippa possessed became likewise his by her Death. This, Madam, I say confirmed me much in my Resolution of seeing her Married to another. But your fair Idea which still haunted me, confirmed me more, and finished what was begun, my imperfect thoughts settled there and all my wishes centred in Timandra.  
The day following they were Married, Avilon 〈…〉 Mistress of all his Vows, for whom, he had endured Seven Years of tedious Exile; she a Lover who had restored her Father to his Fortune and Honour. Manco saw his Daughter Married to the best of men, and herself the most Charming and Obedient Nature e'er had framed, looks on his inclinations past, compares them with the present, and finds how far he had mistaken the Road to Happiness, thanks Heaven for all those hardships he had known, because they served to show the value of his present Fortunes. Attabalippa was o'erjoyed at the return of her Brother-in-Law, and the loss of a Rival, in the Marriage of her Niece, and I had all at that pleasure love and absence would permit. Thus we were all happy, and a few days after began our Journey to the Country. At Olmechine's desire, I made one in this happy Company, and I could observe how blessed the fair one was; contentment and Love sat smiling on her Brow; and Venus, when she for the Apple strove, exposing all her graces to the Youth, was a homely Beauty, rugged and deformed, matched with this lovely Nymph. Joys sparkled in her Eyes, and the calmness of her Soul and Mind displayed itself in all her words. But if by chance, she fixed her Eyes on mine, thoughts of that weakness she had lately shown, disturbed her Peace, and fanned expiring Fires; or if at any time they spoke of constant Loves, she'd sigh, and blush, then faintly look on me. When we had rid two days Journey, I met upon the Road an Inhabitant of Capac, of whom ask several questions, and at last concerning you, I was surprised to hear him say, you'll laugh when I've told you how the Earl of Rucana Married her. The words like Lightning struck me to the Heart, my Blood was chilled, and froze within my Veins, and I had scarce the Courage to bid him tell me all: At last he did it. But good Gods! you only know what passions swelled my loaded Breast! Grief, Shame, and Repentance first took place; then Joys followed, not to be changed for those the Gods possess Eternal springs and sweets seem now in view, the thoughts of former pleasures are no more, all past and present vanished, (like Birds of Night at the approaching Sun) at the coming of a new Heaven. Timandra was innocent, all Lovely, all Virtue, and tho' I found too late how faulty I had been, yet to my comfort, I still remembered the Nature of the offended Fair; knew her all Mercy, and blest kind Heaven and her. Olmechine no more appeared the same, her Eyes looked dead, her Beauties fled, and all the footing which her Charms had gained, for Years of sighs, within my faithful Breast, was in one moment by Timandra won. I acquainted the happy Fair with my good fortune, and told her my Amazonta still was just, that her Maid had borrowed her name, and was already Married. The kind she shared in my Joys, bid me post to Happiness which I oft had wished, and had so well deserved. Mounted on Wings of Love I hither came; stole into Capac with all the privacy and inward Joy of Misers, who at dead of Night go to view their hoarded Treasure; and found Zibelline at the Garden Door, when ask for the Object of my desires, I was informed the Duke was possessed of all, and I for ever damned, and excluded that Heaven your Mercy had tempted me to hope. I entered, found you sleeping, sighed over you, till my trembling Soul prompted, by the Heav'n-like outside, strove to abandon my Body, and possess itself of yours; and while thus I laboured you awaked, and by your griefs you taught me what to hope.  
Here Adrastus ended; and, Madam, I could wish you'd spare me the shame and trouble of Writing what followed. Yet had the Trojan looked but half so fair, the Tyrian Queen was happy even in flames; for to live without him, had brought new pains each moment of her life, and all her Years had been consumed in sorrow; or had he when at Sea so lovely been, the Queen of Heaven had laid her Anger by and smiled upon him, Winds had for ever been in Chains tied up, and muttered for new vent within their Cells. While she above in contemplation wrapped, had seen the Waves ploughed up by Trojan Ships, and kept his men from danger for his sake; Jove's Bed for ever now had nauseous grown, and she'd have left the joys and sweets of Heaven for the Embraces of the Godlike mortal; she'd envied Dido, and her place supplied, and had by flames extinguished raging fires. Virtue and Marriage Vows had fled before the happy Conqueror, and Cynthia herself, with all her coldness and indifferency about her, had smiled, if this young Man had seen her in the Water, naked she'd stood and gazed upon his Eyes, and caught by Love, forgot to seek Revenge, then in the heat of wild desire, exposed to view what happy streams had hid, to tempt the Youth into an equal flame. Wonder not then, Madam, if I confess my weakness, and tell you, that I yelided, that he possessed what was another's right, and weighed the Blessing in the Sca●●● 〈◊〉 Love.  
That night he went to the Earl's (who yet knew nothing of his being in Capac) 'twas there he found the Duke, and was by both received with that joy natural to a kind Brother, and a constant friend. I had complained of Minoya's unkindness, and he forgot not that Night to observe his behaviour, and found the Countess showed no compliance to his Passion, but what good Manners and his Quality command● from her. When he came to see me next morning, my Husband fond of his Company wou●● not live without him, and he accepted of an Ap●partment in our House.  
You may condemn me, Madam, perhaps because I did not oppose this, and shunned 〈◊〉 Man that made me betray my Honour, and 〈◊〉 Marriage Vows. But I must plead the force 〈◊〉 his Love, and my weakness for an excuse; 〈◊〉 I hope you are no stranger to the force of t●● Young Deity; for had Apollo, with all his cu●●●● locks that wantoned in the Wind, and all 〈◊〉 Charms his Music e'er had wrought, been h●●● so taking, half so gay, the lovely Virgin ne'er had fled before him; the Gods had laughed when she for pity cried, and all the Goddesses had envied her Happiness, her Heart so long could not have flinty proved, she'd turned, and looked, then loved, and yielded.  
Adrastus thus happily posted, enjoyed his Mistress and the friendship of her Husband, and beneath that shade the Serpent lodged, that stung his Honour when he seemed secure; in the mean time he goes often to Rucana's, and assaults his Wife with all the Arts of Love; but she (too modest, and fortified with a stronger Virtue than I was ever Mistress of,) withstood this growing Malady, and hoped to cure him  her Husband took notice on't.  
In the Evening Adrastus came into my Room, and there spent some hours; our security made us careless, and our repeated Joys had lulled our wearied Souls almost into a Lethargy. I was sitting in a Chair hard by him, and my Head rested in his Bosom; the young Lover would sigh, and eagerly press my hand, look languishing upon me, and tell how much he loved, then wonder how the Duke became so blind, and awe not Charms of force enough to move a frozen Hermit, drag him from his Religious Cell into the World again, make him lose what forty Years of cruel penance gained, ●●d pull him back from Heaven when almost ●●ter'd.  
As he pronounced the last words, the Duke came into the Room, he looked furiously upon me, his Eyes plainly speaking his thoughts, and going to the other end of the Chamber, seated himself in a Chair opposite to me. Adrastus was confounded at the Accident, and only grieved for me. Then rising up, he embraced his friend, asked the cause of his sudden melancholy, from whence his frowns, and swore his Wife was Virtuous even in thought. Minoya gave him small encouragement to plead for me or himself, and would have forced himself from his Arms, when Adrastus (after he had given me a sign to retire) threw himself upon his knees, and (to save my Reputation or at least my griefs) swore by that friendship which he had always professed towards him, Timandra was innocent, that 'twas true, she had laid open her sufferings to him, in hopes he might prevail with her Husband to abandon that passion he had for the Countess of Rucana, and that he could do no less than speak passionately, and with tenderness, to ease her present griefs. The Duke, whether it was because he saw his Love to his Sister-in-Law taken notice of, or if he really believed what was said, I won't determine; but after a short pause he seemed on a sudden pleased, and begged a thousand pardons, for that unjust opinion he had conceived of his Friendship and my Virtue. Then taking Adrastus by the hand (after they had embraced) he led him into the Room where I was. I had thrown myself upon the Bed all drowned in Tears; in this condition he found me, and falling down by me, he clasped me in his Arms, kissed me, and smiled, Ah my dear Timandra! (cried he) Pardon the first Crime o● this Nature I e'er committed, and accept of an unfeigned Repentance. By all the powers in Heaven I love thee to distraction, and would not again be doubtful of thy Virtue, to be Monarch of the Universe, cursed be the thought, and may Love and Peace be ever strangers to my House, when e'er I think the Just Timandra false. Adrastus who saw with what tenderness he spoke, how good his Nature, and how great his Love, almost repent what he had done in prejudice to his Honour, and abhorred his own Treachery. But then looking on me, these Virtuous qualms forsook him. Sorrow mixed with Jealousy took place; he saw the Woman whom he first had loved, now kissed and ruffled in another's Arms, and she by Vows to base compliance tied. This shook his Nature, made his Soul unfixed, and almost turned his passion into madness. So mighty Jove from distant Heaven looked down, and saw Alcmene whom helong had loved, now pressed and folded in a Mortal's Arms, a while with Love and Jealousy he burns, and to himself he mutters sweet Revenge, swears by his God head, when Amphitrion's fled, he'll lay his Thunder and his Sceptre by, descend, and in the dull Phlegmatic Husband's place, lay both a burning Lover and a God.  
For some days after the Duke forbore his visits to Rucana (or rather to his Wife) and Adrastus and I could both of us have wished him oftener abroad, we began to fear that absence might lessen that flame he had for the Countess, and that which (before the return of my Lover) was my greatest torment, now became my blessing; and nothing possessed my Mind more, than the doubts I had, of being eternally denied the Happiness of entertaining the fond young Man. These fears did not last long, but gave the way to new ones built upon better grounds; for the Duke went as frequently abroad as ever he had done, but then he stayed not long, or if he did, 'twas when my Lover was with him, who grieved for this violent separation, and had no comfort but what stolen looks bestowed. One Evening while the Duke sat by me, he dexterously conveyed a short Billet-deux into my Pocket, some minutes after I read it, and found it to this purpose.  
Madam,  
TO morrow the Duke designs to hunt the Stag in the Park at Assapan, whither I design seemingly to wait upon him, but with the first opportunity to lose him, and return to Capac; doubt not the success, for I shall be happy if Timandra Loves.  
Adrastus.  
Minoya according to his Resolution went, and I doubted not but that the Earl of Assapan would detain him till Night, if not longer. He was a Man of a great Estate but of mean Extraction, possessed every thing that makes an accomplished Gentleman; was a Bachelor, seldom given to extravagancy, loved Hunting, and fitted the Duke's humour exactly.  
I had waited but a few hours when Adrastus came; the danger added to the wished for Bliss, and I like the constant Hero, took the bold Leander in my Arms, wiped his cares from him, laughed at Honour, and possessed my Love. While thus we lay in fast embraces twined, dreamt of no Danger but of present Joys; my faithful Zibelline came running in, half dead with fear, and almost out of breath, Madam, (she cried) the Duke! The Duke! Prepare,— now save— your Lover— and— your ruin'd Honour. — Adrastus (careless of himself) starts up, unsheaths his Sword, and points it to his Breast. This! This! (said he) shall find an entrance here, and pierce my panting, loving, tender Heart, when I abandon the too kind Timandra; the Duke shall bleed, and she shall still be safe; if now he come this Steel shall give him welcome. Trembling I caught my Lover in my Arms, bid him remember all his former Vows; when sighing at my feet inflamed he lay, by all our hopes of Happiness, I swore Minoya's death should bring Timandra's too. The Lover now no more of Courage knew; his Love for me a thousand fears begets, and plunged in grief, all motionless he lies, thinking on me, but not my present danger. Then on a sudden leaping from this Trance, he cried, Speak! Speak! I'm yours, command me where you please. Zibelline half recovered from her fright, within my Closet hide the hot young Man, my Husband ent'ring just as he was gone. My careless posture as in bed I lay, deludes his fancy with the hopes of Bliss; and my Maid (who saw a fire in his Blood, and how he sighed, and faintly spoke my name) retired, and left me in his loathsome Arms. Adrastus heard with sorrow all that past, yet pleased to know how faintly I embraced, each sigh I gave, he thought it meant for him, and all my actions spoke the joy unwelcome. So Proserpina when by Pluto caught received the Person of the ravishing God, with all those fears which tender Virgins know, and all the loathe of a lovely Maid, who had been blest with better sweeter loves; but at the last, comforts herself with this; that as she was to Hell and Pluto tied, for half the Year to share unequal pleasures; the other half was to be spent in Heaven.  
When the Duke was gone the Lover strait appeared, grief pressed his Brow, and anger glowed in his Cheeks. So Mars, when taken in another's Bed, stormed when he saw the Gods look laughing on; but more when Vulcan stood before his Eyes, and Venus blushing for her Lover lay. My dalliances with the Duke had added to my Beauty, Blood sparkled in my Face, and the marks of past loves shined in my Eyes. So in the Morning wat'ry Suns appear, and speak that rains were either past or coming. Adrastus smiled to see the Danger fled, thanked me, and swore he never should forget those fears and hazards I had lately known, to give him Heaven and Happiness in love. Then falling on his knees he kissed my Hand, and stole from that low step of Bliss unto the last, we renewed those Joys we had not finished, and which my Husband had almost lost us by his sudden arrival; nor did we part till we had sufficiently repaid the injury he had done.  
Some days hereafter, Adrastus told me he had newly come from the Earl of Rucana, that he was Jealous of the Duke, because of some words he had accidentally let fall, and of his frequent visits; that he swore revenge, and raged like Hercules in his Poisoned Shirt, or the unfortunate Bajazet in his Iron Cage. This gave me a thousand fears; I knew Rucana brave, loved much, a Man that would not always be imposed upon, and had taught the Duke once already what to expect from him. I must confess I loved Adrastus much, but withal could not choose but fear for a man who was my Husband, and who still doted on me when in my Company, maugre all those Charms his new Mistress possessed. I charged Adrastus to run and seek him, and prevent (if possible) his visit to the Countess that Night. The Lover flew to obey me, and I rested impatient of his stay, longing to know the success of our project. In the mean time my Husband had gone to Rucana's, where after some words had passed between them, (of which few were Witness) they went into the Garden to begin that Tragedy which I so much feared; for Minoya, after he had received three Wounds, run the Earl thorough the Body, and left him dead upon the place; that done, he leapt over the Garden wall, and coming hastily thorough the Streets with his Cloak muffled about him, in the dark and without Attendants, he was met by Adrastus, who seeing he came from his Brother's stepped close up to him, and suddenly cried Your Grace has been last with Rucana. The Duke terrified with his guilt, dreamt of nothing less than his friend; and judging him who asked the question privy to what had passed, drew his Sword, and at the first thrust run him into the Arm. Adrastus' surprised with this return, concluded the Duke had a design upon his Life, and in his own defence used all the Arts of a good Swordsman, and left my Husband's Soul taking its flight from that passage he had given it in his left Breast. The noise of Swords had drawn a considerable number of People together, and several had seen the Duke the first aggressor, so that none offered to seize him. He came strait to me with his all bloody in his hand, and throwing himself at my feet; he fixed his Eyes upon me, set the point to his Breast, and cried, Here I must receive my doom for that Crime I have unwillingly committed; if Timandra acquit me, I am able to defend my innocence before the Gods themselves, but if she do not, than Adrastus falls to appease the angry Ghost of his Friend. I knew not what to think, the Duke, the Earl run equally in my Mind; his  and Sword besprinkled both with Blood, taught me to fear the worst; and I could hardly say, speak on, is the Duke my Husband well? He all sorrow started up, stared wildly upon me, and cried Minoya was no more; at this I fainted, and when I came to myself again, I found the lovely Murderer at my feet weeping and begging hard for Mercy; he showed me his innocence, swore he would love me to death, tho' extended on the Rack and all his joints dissevered; that if I remembered him as the Author of my Husband's death, he'd own it to the World a base treacherous Murder, and throw away a Life that was not worth his keeping since undervalued by me: Then asked me if I could see that Neck stretched out under the hands of a common Executioner, that I had so often embraced in my longing Arms, or his Body hung in Chains like the loathed Carcase of some wild Ruffian or base Malefactor, exposed to contempt, and be the Object of each rascals mirth; conjured me to remember all our Joys past, his present Grief, and constant Love. Then raising himself up again, he laid hold of his Sword, cursed his Stars, his Fortune, and Himself; Swore he'd end his Life that moment, pointed it to his Bosom, than ●ook'd again on me, threw it from him, fell at my feet, groaned and melted into a Woman's weakness, and faintly murmured, can I leave Timandra? No! No! I cannot, that were to lose Heaven and Life too. In the mean time the Officers came with a Warrant to apprehend him. I heard the noise upon the Stairs, and desired him (but in vain) to provide for his safety. When they entered he arose and told them if they wanted the Man had killed Minoya he was ready to answer for him. Then looking back on me, he asked me if he should preserve his Life, or if he was indifferent to me, if the last, he knew what to do, for he could ne'er resolve to Live, unless Timandra Loved him, and seeing I did not answer, come (said he to the Officers) let us go where Justice calls for us, 'twixt grief and Love I faintly looked after him, and bid him remember that I ne'er was cruel.  
When he was gone, I began to know some respite of my sorrows, and in that state could consider the nature of the Accident, and my own Circumstances. I remembered the Duke's Love when I married him, his good Nature and fond Compliance with every thing I desired. Then called to view Adrastus, saw him my first Lover, Constant to a wonder, that had concealed those favours from the World which I had bestowed upon him, had killed his Friend in his own defence, full of Repentance, but more of Love; despising his Life for my Love, and setting that value upon things, just as he found I esteemed them. Then I was all fear for him, I saw the Duke's Friends already his Enemies, and knew how Justice might be wrested. But still my cares give place to flattering Hope; I remembered we were now both single, that Heaven seemed to have ordained us for one another, because of that Sympathy between our Hearts and Natures, and dreamt already of a Heaven to come; for fear is but the prospect of a future ill, which pained we view and yet might shun with ease, cause when our thoughts on Phantoms are employed, Giants are made, which the next moment annihilates.  
While thus I strove to delude and cousin myself, it was told me the Earl of Rucana was found dead in his own Garden, that some People had seen the Murderer make his escape over the Wall, and had pursued him so close, they saw him assault the Gentleman by whom he was killed, and punished for that Blood he had so lately shed. I was hearty sorry for the Accident, and equally grieved the loss of that good unfortunate Man and his fair Countess, who felt double torments, because she knew (tho' innocent) herself the cause of this great mischief. But then to allay my sorrow, I looked on Adrastus as Earl of Rucana, and imagined Heaven had wrought that unlooked for Happiness, because it designed to give me joy in full; scorned a scanty Bliss weighed out by Drams and Scruples, and threw upon me what my ambition scarce durst hope for.  
The Duke's Relations came frequently to see me, and to condole with me that loss, which upon second thoughts I scarce esteemed one. I could have wished them less kind, or at least less formal; and 'twas a hard task for me to dissemble my real thoughts, and feign a sorrow equal to my loss. But harder when they pressed me to inform them if any words or actions proceeded the Duke's death, from which they could infer premeditated Murder, and construed all Adrastus e'er had done to serve their purpose; and I had it (by some of my best Friends) privately told me, that they suspected me conscious to the design, because I had always shown a more than common esteem for the Murderer. This most of all afflicted me, not that I feared any present danger from their Malice, but because I looked upon it as an impediment to that Marriage I had already promised myself with Adrastus, and considered how evidently I ruin'd my Honour and Reputation, if I took to my Bed the Man who had killed my Husband, and whom too many judged the wilful Author of his death, to promote and secure his own Happiness.  
While I was thus distracted between the distant prospect of future Happiness and present Cares; Zibelline told me that Curacas had something of Consequence to impart to me. I longed to know what was become of his Master, if he bore his confinement patiently, and if he still loved me. The faithful Servant answered me with sighs, and delivered me that Letter which confirmed all my fears. The words were these, if I remember.  
THis day I come to my Trial, and am already assured that Banishment is my doom. 'Tis impossible to find me guilty of Minoya 's death, but (to satisfy that number of Enemies this accident has brought me) I am charged with Crimes of another Nature. I live for Timandra, and in whatever corner of the world I spend my days, there I shall find happiness if she prove constant. Let me find her alone to night, for I have no doubt of obtaining immediate liberty, in order to a longer and worse Imprisonment, made so by its distance from the Obect of all my wishes.  
Adrastus.  
This Letter gave me all the sorrow imaginable, I had lost my Husband, and was then convinced I should lose my Lover too. I knew part of what the World thought of me, and found I should be left to mourn my Misfortunes by myself. My Mother was dead several Months before that time, and whether she suspected the frailty of my Virtue or not, I am not positive, but there wanted not those who said she did, and that it made too deep an impression upon her Heart, and conduced to her speedier Journey into the other World.  
At Night the mourning Lover came, I received him with that sorrow which our mutual Misfortunes had taught me; and he unable to speak, embraced my knees, wept, and looked upon me. Thus for a while we continued dumb, and experienced the Truth of that Maxim, that Wounds are deepest and most dangerous that Bleed inwards. But at last this Lethargy which often attends immoderate grief, was by degrees weakened, and the lovely Youth could faintly pronounce these words. Can the merciful Timandra be my Enemy? Can she consent to my Banishment from Capac? And shall I be blest with her presence but three short days? (for no more have my Judges allowed me) And must the remainder of my Life be spent in absence, a Hell sufficient for the Punishment of Parricide? Nay broken Vows or inconstant Love, a Crime yet greater, and known only amongst Infidels. I shared all his pains, and after I had asked him if he had stolen with privacy enough to my House; I caught him in my Arms, kissed him, and spoke all that my tender Heart could dictate to give him ease. He still urged his Constancy and Love, his present misery and prospect of a greater, conjured me to be yet more kind, and since he could not permit me to go along with him into a strange Country, begged I'd consent to Marry him and tie myself for ever his: Time, his innocence, and his Friends might have his Sentence repealed, and he doubted not if I loved him now, of being more happy in his own Country, than ever he had yet been. He set before me a full Enjoyment of that Heaven in Love which hitherto we had only tasted; that his Innocence was evident to every Man, whose opinion was not prejudicated, that none would condemn me, but those who envied my Charms and Happiness; that Honour at best was but a Chimaera invented to please giddy fools, and persuade them into a belief of their own worth, merit, and judgement,  the pleasures of Love were fully known; and preached up by Women in Years, to keep younger ones from sharing the Blessing. That nothing was more Honourable (if I worshipped that shadow) than a constant passion. It spoke us fixed in our Choice, and by consequence of a good Judgement, that enabled us at first to make that Choice of which we had never repent. That we were born to love, that without it we were mere pieces of moving Earth, dull Phlegmatic lumps, fit only for the Conversation, or at least the Company of Brute Beasts, that it could ne'er be known, (meaning my Marriage) that he knew how to value my Beauty, and, that even when old Age seized me I would be still the same to him; he'd call my first Embraces back to view, remember what I then was, and again think me the same, for tho' he grasped me cold and withered in his Arms, he'd delude himself with the fancy or Idea of my Youth, imagination should supply what Years had lost, and I should be still the Charming, Gay, the Young, beloved Timandra. In short, Madam, I was again o'ercome by this invincible Lover; and tho' Minoya had been buried not above eight weeks, I gave my hand and with it my Heart to this Young graceful Man, tho' not before we had bribed a jolly Priest with a handful of Pistols to a silence equal with that of the Grave, and I had obtained my Husband's promise not to departed the Kingdom, but to live privately with me till Fortune should be as much his friend as Love had been. We spent the Night with that pleasure known only to happy Lovers; some fears and cares we had which served to give it taste, but none sufficient to destroy the Blessing.  
In the Morning he waited upon his Friends, who all sincerely grieved his Misfortune, and he seemingly prepared every thing for his sudden departure. Three days thus spent, he took a solemn farewell of them all without sorrow, because in me he found all that made him happy, for the possession of those beloved is at any time a double recompense for the loss of Liberty.  
It is not, Madam, the custom of our Country, to mourn the loss of a Husband above a week, and the gravest Matrons are satisfied with the long penance of Fourteen days in Tears. So that I was already Courted by several who had envied the Duke's Happiness; and that Beauty which proved always fatal to myself and others, in a short time got me a new crowd of Adorers, and tho' I was not looked upon as a Woman nicely Virtuous, yet still my Eyes atoned for that defect, and the more solid part of Mankind judged (because I was Young) that a Grave Husband and good advice might reclaim me, and work wonderful changes and effects upon my easy Nature. Amongst the first that claimed my Love Assapan appeared, I have already, Madam, given you the Character of that Man; but shall now add that Love had transformed him, for tho' he was every way a Man truly taking, and one that well deserved a Lady's good opinion; yet this passion to which he had been mostly a stranger, wrought great alterations. For whereas he was formerly addicted to Hunting, Riding, and such Manlike Exercises; he became now tender in his Nature, gentle and Complaisant, spoke passionately, loved dancing, Poetry, Romances, and had all the softness and inclinations of a Lover. He grieved the loss of his Friend Minoya, but had too great an esteem of me, to believe what some People spoke of my betraying his Honour or my own.  
Adrastus (who moved no farther from me than into the Garden or another Room) knew all that past, and was the more happy in his Confinement, when he saw others labour to obtain what he unknown and with ease possessed▪ For if the Addresses of a Gallant serve often to reclaim the Heart of an indifferent Husband; much more must the real passion of another inflame a Man that loved so violently. But Fortune that was never my Friend, at last betrayed the secret Lover. For Assapan (one day as he came to my House) met the happy Man at the Garden Door. They were equally surprised and equally grieved the unluckily encounter. Adrastus however embraced him, and told him he had not yet departed Capac, because Love had been his Friend, and had till that time protected him. That his Life and Honour were now in his hands, and he dreamt no danger from a Man of Assapan's merit. The Earl answered with that Discretion or Judgement which was natural to him; but withal let him know he had been unkind, in not trusting to his Friendship before Necessity (not Choice) had taught him so to do. Adrastus' alleged for an excuse, how much I was concerned in his Concealment, and that it was not Honourable to betray a Lady's secrets, especially those of love, without her positive command for it; and hoped he would Pardon a Crime of which love not want of Friendship was the Author. Assapan smiled, and gave him all those assurances of his safety which Oaths or words could yield; and after they had discoursed some time about the injustice of his Sentence, they came to see me. I was amazed at the unlooked for Accident, and had almost fainted with the sudden Apprehension of my Husband's danger. When Assapan, who saw my fears, approached, and begged a thousand Pardons for being the Author of my griefs; Swore he was glad to see his Friend happy, commended my choice, and added, he would not disturb my happiness, (tho' he loved much) to be Master of the World. I returned him those thanks his kindness merited, excused myself for not having sooner acquainted him with my Circumstances, that it did not suit with my modesty, and that I was not sorry for his knowledge, because 'twas what my heart would willingly have informed him of before. He answered, that my Honour and his Friend's safety should be his greatest Care, that it was not convenient for my interest, that he should leave off his Suit so suddenly, because the World had already seen him my Lover, that while he continued his addresses, none could suspect him conscious of my real Fortunes, and he would for the future proclaim to all, my virtue, as hitherto he had done his Love.  
I was o'erjoyed at this Resolution the more, because I did not think he would have born the Misfortune so patiently, or the Affront I put upon him with so much Moderation. When he was gone, Adrastus (who had dissembled his real Thoughts) began to let me know his Fears, that he doubted Assapan's virtue would not be proof against so many Charms; that Love and Beauty had often destroyed the most settled Resolutions, and trampled Honour under Foot: that he was a dangerous Friend, and knew the Arts of Love, and all the weakness of a Woman's nature. I found the aim of all this Discourse, and could almost have reproved him for his fears. But then considering his Jealousy as the Child of Love, I smiled, and embraced him, gave him all the Blessings mighty Love bestows, and lulled his fears asleep.  
Assapan came frequently to see me, and I could observe nothing in his Words and Actions, that was not quadrant to those Promises he had lately made me. But at last, prevailed upon either by the heat of his Love, or the hopes of my weakness, he made those Addresses which did not at all please me, and swore Adrastus was too happy, that he could no longer be my Friend or his, but a Lover to the one, and a constant Rival to the other. This cruel and sudden change gave me inexpressible sorrow, and taught me to fear a thousand Mischiefs; then, as an addition to my Affliction, I saw it was what I could not safely communicate to the lovely Partner of all my Cares, for when mighty pains are in one Bosom found, 'tis overcharged and may in time be rend, but having got a breast that shares the load, they strait take Wing and leave the oppressed Heart, the o'reburdened Soul mounts upwards, joys in its new Liberty, and finds its Weights removed.  
In the mean time the Earl continued his Visits, and failed not to urge the violence of his flame, in words that never expressed a modest Love; and one Day (the most unfortunate I ere had seen, or now can know) told me, if I was not married to Adrastus, I was not virtuous, and if I was, it spoke me regardless of my Honour, if I considered him as the Author of Minoya's death, and remembered what the World thought of me in that Husband's time.  
You see, Madam, how Men are converted by Love into as many different Resolutions and Humours as Proteus e'er knew shapes; he who a few Days ago was all Love, all Friendship and Tenderness, now became ill-natured, indiscreet, and unkind. I was about to let him know how much I resented what he had said, but then I remembered the weight of that secret with which my ill Fortune had entrusted him, and with grief and anger painted in my Face, told him, he spoke not like the generous Assapan, for he was my Friend, nor could I believe the words meant to the Duchess of Minoya, because I was assured he once loved her, and had a better opinion of her Virtue. When he saw me so modest and calm in my Answer, I fancy he was at first sorry for his indiscretion; but when men once doubt a Woman's virtue, 'tis impossible they should Love, and where there was Love in the beginning Lust supplies its absence; though her faults have make her too deformed for a Wife, yet her Beauty serves to make her good enough for a Mistress; besides, those who are known to have yielded to one Man, are often (if not always) by the uncharitable World suspected of the same weakness towards another.  
Thus it was with the unkind Earl, for (after he had paused some Minutes) he told me I must consent to his Happiness, or begin my own Misery. This sentence flashed like lightning to my Heart: I remained silent, anger and sorrow shared my Thoughts, and all my Courage was scarce able to support me. He saw my Countenance, but mistook my Passion, and from my silence drew Consent, caught me in his Arms, kissed me, and asked if I was yet resolved to bless him with Enjoyment? All his words were wounds, each of them reached my Soul, and I still continued dumb. This he concludes a faint denial, embraced me in his Arms again, and when I offered to resist, or call for help, he swore Adrastus should answer for my unkindness with his Life. Fear made me weak, and the sudden assault bore my Virtue headlong before it. Weeping I lay beneath the treacherous Mass, and wished each moment he consumed in Joy, might bring whole Years of cruel deadly Pains. The gods looked on and saw Lucretia ravished, no wonder than they had no Thunder bolts in store, to relieve one who so often had offended.  
While thus in height of Pleasure he lay drowned, remembered what had passed to move a new desire, roved wildly and immodestly o'er each part to kindle expiring Flames, and surfeited with Joy still sought for more. The unlucky Adrastus (led by wild Chance, or by unerring Fate) entered the Room to find his loved Timandra. I saw him first, but gods you only know what torments seized my Mind, and racked my guilty Soul! A while he stood immovable and gazed, than fury entered, and his judgement fled, all thoughts of mercy from his nature were excluded; revenge (the darling of his Soul) grew high, and in that frenzy drawing nigh the Bed, with one dire stroke (as swift and sudden as if from Heaven it had come) he stabbed the guilty Ravisher to the Heart. Cursed be the hour (he cried) when first I loved, but doubly that in which I first betrayed Minoya! Heaven! just Heaven! has now repaid that injury I did him. The Earl groaned, grasped at his Sword, and in that Action died. Besmeared with Blood all mixed with briny Tears, trembling and fainting from the Bed I risen, then threw myself half dead upon the Ground, weakly I grasped the Murderer's shaking Knees, and in my Arms with dying fervour hugged them, begged as he still had loved, he'd now prove kind, and if he thought my Heart had given consent, he'd tear it panting from my treacherous Breast; or if he'd make me Mistress of that Steel, that smoked with a Letcher's Blood yet hot upon it, my guilty Arms or Limbs that grasped the Ravisher, or in the least contributed to the advancement of his Pleasure, and spurred his trifling Lust to greater fiercer Flights, should in a moment be divided from my Body, even that tender Body which he had so oft embraced, and thrown away as things of dangerous Consequence to the rest, now grown infectious base and useless. Conjured him to remember, how at my Feet he sighing lay, when just returned from Chira, how he had begged and loved that Night I received him for my Husband, and how for his sake I had abandoned Honour, Virtue and my Vows, and all that peace of Mind which innocence bestows, and those who deviate from the right ne'er know. Trembling he held the fatal Dagger up, viewed me with rolling Eyes, and wildly cried, Ah Heaven! Must she die, and must Adrastus be the Author— No!— Oh Timandra! Why wert thou not less Fair, or more Virtuous? And I, unhappy I, less in Love. This said, he kneeled and clasped me in his Arms, bid me farewel, and remember him no more; then starting up, he exclaimed against Heaven and me, raved for some Minutes, than again grew calm; bid me again farewel, and begged I would forgive what he had said; then forced the bloody Dagger to his Heart, and falling by me on the Floor expired. I shrieked when that sad stroke was given, strove to recall his parting Soul, and stop its flight to Heaven. I pulled the dreadful instrument of Death from that Breast, where I had so often rested my welcome Arms, when wearied with excess of Love, and that so often equally shared my Joys and Cares, kissed his pale Cheeks, and washed them with my Tears. I remembered all his kind Looks, his sweet Embraces, his moving Words, his Charms, and constant Love; and to sum up all my griefs in one Word, Adrastus was no more, for me he lived, and for my Crimes he died.  
The first who entered the Room were Zibelline and Curacas. The sad Object moved both their pity and wonder; the faithful Servant embraced the dead Body of his once kind Master, and (if he had not been prevented by my Maid) had certainly posted after him into the other World. This would have added to my grief, if it had been capable of Addition. I told them the whole series of this Tragical Story, and Assapan's Body confirmed the Truth. Then after I had long deliberated on what was to be done, and considered the shame and hazard that attended my stay, I took what Jewels and Money I had, and that very night (attended only by my faithful Maid and the Servant of my departed Husband) I began my Journey, fortunate beyond my hopes, since it made me known to you. I need not, Madam, tell you, how after I had travelled eight long Days and Night's o'erwhelmed with grief, and surrounded with deadly Fears, and having lost my way, my pitying Stars directed me to your House. Let it suffice, that when I left you I went without any danger beyond Seas, where I have confined myself to a Monastery, and tho' I am daily obliged to attend Religious Exercises, I have nevertheless found a time to give you that satisfaction you desired, and shall be glad to receive that faithful Journal of your Amours, which you have promised to send me. I shall end with the following Lines I made at Sea in my Voyage hither, when I have confessed myself your Debtor for your Cousin the Abbess of M— s kindness to me.  

Men needy grown, wish for their Fortune's past,  
Which, if obtained, they think would always last.  
The Lover mourns, when Sylvia proves unkind;  
And Seamen fear, when threatened by the Wind.  
The married Man forgets his once loved Bed,  
And blushing Maids think Men forget to Wed.  
He that's grown Rich still sweats and toils for more,  
And Quality in private would be Whore.   

Give to the Spendthrift back his lost Estate,  
And he forgets those wants he knew of late;  
His posting Years in Riots should be spent,  
Grow poor too soon, and then too late repent.  
Should Sylvia smile, her Lover straight is cloyed;  
Gins to hate, because she's half enjoyed:  
Forgets her Charms, and damns his former wish;  
And flies ' cause 'tis an easy purchased Bliss.  
Should Winds on Seamen always fairly blow,  
Relieved from hazard they would Atheists grow.  
" Continued pleasure tasteless comfort bears;  
" Joy is not Joy, if 'tis not mixed with fears.  
Restore the Husband to his freedom lost,  
He now affects what once he hated most.  
Wearied with change of Loves, at last he's wise,  
Longs to be that which once he did despise;  
And Lust no sooner falls than Virtue has its rise.  
Give to the Maid her wish, a married Life;  
That got, she grieves the cares attend a Wife:  
Hates what she has, and wishes Time recalled,  
And often weeps to see occasion bald.  
If he that's Rich should still increase his Wealth,  
Yet double that, when sick it buys not health:  
The more it grows, his pains with it increase;  
His Cares grow greater, and his Pleasure less.  
To nodding Virtue wished enjoyment give,  
And Tears take place where Joy began to live.  
She feels that Bliss she ne'er can know again,  
A pain in Pleasure, and a Joy in pain.  
Thus still we live, and long to be undone;  
Restless in ease, to toils and cares we run.  
Strange! Nature prompts to every thing forbid,  
Shows flowery Banks, in which are Serpents hid.    
Your, etc. Timandra.  
FINIS.   

THE Unhappy Mistake: OR, THE FATE OF CROSSED LOVES.  
A NOVEL.  
Written by Mr. D. Cr—rd, Gent.  
LONDON, Printed for Job Austin in Fleetstreet, and sold by the Booksellers of London and Westminster, 1700.   

THE Unhappy Mistake, etc.  
Sirena to the Lovely Timandra.  
THAT Journal you sent me of your Amours, has confirmed me your debtor: I grieve your Misfortune, and the death of that constant Lover Adrastus, and am sorry that Minoya fell by the hand of a Man he had so long honoured and esteemed. But to repay part of that Sum I own, take the following Account, with the Truth of every Accident, as far as my memory could serve me. And as I believe you have concealed nothing from me, so you will find me a very plain dealer in mine, and my order the same, in which you delivered yours, without the tedious preambles of Birth, Education, etc. with many other trivial Circumstances, which relate not at any time to the story of my Love, or to your Divertisement, which is my only aim.  
My Father (the Duke of Xensa) wearied out with the weight of several Employments, in which he had long officiated, and after several Services done to his Prince and Friends, at last retired to his pleasant Country Seat, situated near a calm Sea, but distant Seven or Eight days Journey from Coloa (the Metropolis of Fabria) made rich, by the constant Court and Bounty of Ziphares the present Sovereign. At this time I had reached the thirteenth Year of my Age, and you may think perhaps, I was too Young to be sensible of that mighty Passion, Love. But this I know, that for two Years before my Father had abandoned the Court, I felt a certain tenderness for the Young Martius; and if I had not all those little cares and pleasant pains which riper flames inspire, I knew nevertheless what it was to grieve at parting. His Father (the Duke of Mangroa) had lost a Brother (the Count Torrusco) by Xensa's hand, from which an irreconcilable feud had commenced between our Families. But Heaven (that often Blinds and infatuates those whom it designs to punish) permitted the Children to be possessed with thoughts quite different from those of their Parents; for the Charming Indoretta (Mangroa's only Daughter) had already made my Brother a Prisoner to her Beauty. I was too sensible of this seeming union, and (tho' Young) forbore not to flatter myself with the hopes of coming Happiness. The Lovely Martius failed not to contribute to the deceit, and to give me a Charming description of the World,  my Journey in it was half begun; and showed me all the sweets of Love, without its bitter allays. His Sister spoke for him, and by the same Privilege and Example, I recommended Artaxus as my Brother, and her Lover.  
What opportunities we had were stole with hazard, consequently short, and employed to the best Advantage. Our Mothers were both privy to what past, and equally favoured our growing passions. This was a Heaven of pleasure to what I felt, when I saw myself confined to a Country House, and all those Blessings lost; I valued each moment of the time passed at a double price, and imagined, that whole Years of Conversation would impart the same Joys those stolen hours had given. My Brother felt an equal pain, the fair Indoretta was the Object of all his thoughts, the Mistress of his Soul, and the end of all his wishes. He would often (sighing) complain of that Obedience, he was forced to pay to his Father. Ah Sirena! (would he cry) were thy Charms as powerful, as those of the lovely Indoretta, the generous Martius had e'er now followed us into the Country, and tho' his Father (stubborn as my own) is averse to any alliance with our Family, he had certainly found out a time to see us, and I had known what thoughts the Charming Fair had of me. But sure he loves not! and forgets to plead my Cause. I had all those pains for the absence of Martius which my Brother expressed, but hide them so carefully, that he thought they proceeded only from a sense of his Sufferings.  
In the mean time my Father had other resolutions, which he strove speedily to accomplish. Count Bonzeda lived in Mangroa's House, which was divided from ours only by our adjoining Gardens. And tho' Xensa hated his friend, he had no aversion for him; because he was a Man of a vast Estate, much in his Prince's favour, and had all those Advantages, which in this Age serve to recommend a Husband. He had been a Widower five Years, but more remarkable for being the Brother of the Lovely Manderina. The Count had seen me, and loved; my Father (because it served his interest) was pleased to see that Passion he had for me, and without consulting my inclinations, the Match was immediately resolved upon. Artaxus (who feared nothing more than the loss of his Indoretta) was sensibly afflicted at these proceed, and saw how far this Marriage would make against his interest that way. He complained of me, and of his Fortune, and used all the Arguments that could persuade a Young Heart (fond of another Man) to disobedience and hatred. My Father failed not to observe my indifferency, but mistaking the Cause, attributes all to Modesty, and flatters me into compliance. I begged some time to consider of it, and he (without thinking it severity, or opposite to my real sentiments of Bonzeda) allowed me only fourteen days; and with a serious Countenance told me, he expected then an answer that should speak me an Obedient Daughter, and if otherwise, I might for ever look upon him as my Enemy.  
I acquainted Artaxus with what had passed, and he (no longer doubting his own misfortune) Swore Bonzeda should bleed to prevent the mischief; he still hoped that Martius loved me, and believed, if once I was Married to another, he should lose all reasonable pretences to the Charming Indoretta. His grief added sensibly to mine, and tho' my fears told me that Young Mangroa had forgot me; I endeavoured nevertheless to persuade Artaxus to write to him, and to acquaint him with the state of affairs. He was at first unwilling, because it argued weakness to desire an Alliance of this Nature, with a Man that had by his long silence shown his aversion, (or at least indifferency) but then remembering, that I advised him mostly (as he thought) for his own quiet and satisfaction, and that the esteem I had for Martius, was founded upon that relation he had to Indoretta, but above all, rememb'ring the Charms of that Fair one, he was at last o'ercome, and sent him a Letter to this purpose.  
HAd Sirena been but half so fair as the Lovely Indoretta, or had Martius Loved like Artaxus, Coloa had e'er now been without the best of men, and Mangroa's House had not been possessed by Bonzeda alone, who in this fatal absence, has prevailed upon my Father's easy Nature, to bestow his Daughter upon him. Haste then to the Country, to redeem a Mistress almost lost, and to save a Friend, who lives only for the Divine Indoretta, and for you.  
Artaxus.  
The Letter was sent to a Friend of my Brother's at Coloa, and we numbered the Minutes of each day, in expectation of an Answer, and to our grief, saw the end of those prescribed me; but no return from this absent Youth. My Brother was all rage, muttered Revenge against Martius, and Swore the affront should never be forgot.  
In the Evening, the Duke (accompanied by Bonzeda) came to my Chamber, and asked how I had entertained that proposition he had made me, and if I was disposed to show my Obedience, by my ready consent to the Count's Happiness? I blushed and trembled at the unwelcome sound; yet even then I had all that aversion for Martius, which love neglected could inspire; I imputed all my present torments to his infidelity and unkindness, and was even ready to pronounce his Name, so much he possessed my Soul, when Xensa (who from Silence argued the instability of my mind, and concluding it convenient to apply mild Arguments to my staggering resolutions) in kind words, set before me the Advantages that attended this Match, the Count's Love, and every thing that might prevail with a Woman of my Years. Then seeing me still silent, come (said he, and taking Bonzeda by the hand,) we must not expect too much from a Young maid; Silence is a Woman's best Rhetoric, and their eyes ought to express the Sentiments of their Hearts, especially in affairs of Love. My Daughter (no doubt) knows what value to set upon your merit, and has sufficiently weighed my Commands, a few days shall complete your Happiness, and in the mean time leave the Burden of the management to my Strength. This said, he left me, and I could observe the Count well pleased with my seeming modesty.  
Artaxus entered as soon as they were gone, and I (drowned in Tears) told him my liberty would shortly be no more; and I was doomed a Victim to my Father's Ambition, or mistaken judgement. He sighed, and faintly said, Oh unkind Martius! Oh my Divine Indoretta! Would to Heaven I could love thee less— yet thou deserv'st greater services than I am able to pay thee, tho' for thy sake I parted with my life. We complained of Fortune, of our Stars, and spoke every thing, grief, love, and anger could inspire. I wished for the happiness of seeing Martius once more languish at my feet, that I might have the power of Revenging that injury he had done me. And Artaxus swore he'd ride Post to Coloa, that with his Sword he might teach him to remember him.  
While thus in pain we consumed the tedious hours, my Mother entered. She discovered in our Faces too many signs of our inward thoughts, and (after she had kindly chid us for concealing our Cares from her) offered all she thought might give us some relief. Artaxus threw himself at her feet, and conjured her to have pity on his weakness, and to remember, that Love he had for the Fair Indoretta before he left Coloa; that it was what he could not o'ercome, to lose her was to be eternally miserable, and that to prevent all that mischief which threatened destruction to his Love, nothing was more expedient, than to put a stop to my Marriage with Count Bonzeda. The tender Mother was sensibly grieved for the pains of her Children; she knew the Duke's humour, and how little power she had over him, but willing to contribute all she could to our happiness, she bid us rely upon her Conduct, and in the mean time not to be distracted, with a confused prospect of what was to come, for that was to wove a long and tedious Web of Cares, which one thought, or kind word, was able to unravel, and we would afterwards laugh at those Bug-bears our fears had made. Her words obtained that end for which they were designed; and we enjoyed that peace of Mind, which much hope in midst of danger can bestow.  
Night had her Curtains half asunder drawn, and that faint light appeared, which speaks the coming of the welcome day. The longing Birds were fluttering from their Nests, and labourers weary with their former toils, began to think of others now at hand. When Artaxus (whom Love had robbed of sleep) sent to me, and acquainted me, that he designed for Zenitha, (a small Village three Miles from our House) and therefore desired me not to expect his Company till Night. He often went to this pleasant little Town, and the Duke (though bred a Courtier) had that regard to Religion, which men wise and honest (without Biggotry) ought to have, and told him, he should be glad to see him often pursue the same road, because in the morning I might hear a Mass or two, and in the Afternoon spend some hours in Conversation with the Abbess, who was his particular Acquaintance, and a Woman that deserved that employment (or Post) in the Church, to which his friendship had advanced her. Madam, that I may give you the story in that Order in which 'twas acted, permit me to tell you what happened to Artaxus before he returned.  
When he had driven about half way, he entered into a pleasant Wood upon a River's side; it was yet early day, and the Dew lay shining on the mossy Banks. No noise was to be heard, but that of a gentle Wind which ruffled ' mongst the Leaves, and played with every tender yielding Bough; the place (you'd thought) for happy Lovers made, and so much sweetness Charmed each sense, 'twas of force enough to inspire those with a certain desire, who had ne'er been sensible of a flame, and made them wish for something which they would possess; even when they scarce knew what it was they wanted.  
My Brother having seated himself, (after he had forbidden his Servants to enter the Wood) began the faint remembrance of his past Happiness, and then formed a lively Idea of his present miseries. He complained of Young Mangroa, and sighed for the Charming Indoretta. That Silence which reigned in the place, contributed to his melancholy, and every Shade which was within his view served for so many Charms to inflame and heighten Love. While thus he sat and mourned his cruel destiny, begging of Heaven a quick relief, and making Vows unto the Gods, as if on Love all happiness depended. He heard a faint groan which seemed but a few paces from him. This accident surprised him, but more when he perceived at the Root of a rugged old Oak (which extended its Arms to welcome the noble guest) a Man nobly dressed and asleep. His Curiosity tempted him to stay, and having posted himself behind an opposite Tree, he had not waited long before the stranger awaked, who (after a few deep sighs) with a Voice that Charmed the very Heavens, and set the Gods a listening, sung to himself the following Lines.  

1.  
Ah! too fond Youth! Why dost thou mourn  
For one that loves not thee?  
Her Heart does for another bourn,  
Ah! happy! happy! He!  
Oh! lovely Maid! couldst thou but know,  
How much for thee I undergo!   

2.  
Couldst thou but see how Martius lies,  
Beneath this lonesome Tree,  
No other Covert but the Skies,  
And all for love of thee.  
Sirena sure should kinder prove,  
And give me pity, if not love.   
'Tis impossible, Madam, to express my Brother's thoughts upon this occasion; but having considered them since, from that account he gave me, I find joy was the o'reruling Passion; for a sudden faintness seized him, and he could have remained  upon the place, if he had not perceived his long-wished-for Friend (who yet had not seen him) about to departed. This awaked him from his ecstasy; and having caught my Lover in his Arms, Ah! Martius (cried he) are not my Eyes deceived? And do I really Embrace the Brother of my Lovely Indoretta? The handsome Youth (surprised with the unexpected happiness) was at first unable to reply. he hugged his Friend, gazed upon him, embraced again, and said, Oh! Artaxus, Can you pardon my long absence, and seeming infidelity? is Indoretta's Brother welcome to Sirena's? Is the Lovely Maid well? And can Count Bonzeda be preferred to the Constant Martius? Young Xenxa (after he had again embraced him) in few words related what I have already Written, and begged he'd repay the Compliment with one of the same nature; the Youth told him, that his present happiness so Charmed his Soul, he could not admit the remembrance of past ills, without a palpable abuse of that present favour his relenting Fortune had bestowed upon him. But that the Brother of Sirena should not command any thing which he would not obey; he thereupon began as followeth. Where by the way, Madam, you may observe in his haste, that impatiency which possessed him, till he reached the end.  

WHen you left Coloa, all that was pleasant in it fled; Sirena was no more to be seen, and consequently nothing to which I had not an aversion. The Duke observed my melancholy, and often asked the Cause; but seeing no hopes of discovering on't that way, he complained to a Young Lady who was always with my Sister. She was a Woman of a piercing Wit, violent in her Inclinations, given to Jealousy, and would stick at nothing, (how dangerous soever) if it conduced to her pleasure, or in the least served her ambition. But to atone for these faults, she was Beautiful to a wonder, could dissemble to a miracle, and had all those Arts the most subtle of her Sex e'er knew; add to these seeming Advantages, Quality, and a vast Fortune; for she was the Earl of Sirama's only Daughter, who dying in her infancy, had left her an Estate sufficient to support her Rank in the World,  she was obliged to't.  
Ericis (for that was the Lady's Name) was glad of this opportunity, and failed not to let my Father know (for Indoretta's confidence in her seeming Friendship, had made her Mistress of the secret) what otherwise I had eternally kept from him. This sensibly displeased him, and having found me in the Garden, (after he had by his looks taught me what to fear) Martius (said he) must my Enemy still Triumph over me? Have I no other to betray me but my own Son? And must the Author of Turrusco's death, ruin the Honour of his Brother? No, Young Man! Yours nor your Sister's madness has not yet infected the Father, and the Event of a few days shall let you know, how far your Love is inconsistent with your Reason and Interest. This said, he left me in that amazement the unlooked-for discovery justly gave. I suspected the weakness of Indoretta's tender Nature, and judged he had by threaten drawn this confession from her. But as I was about to conclude her guilty, she entered the Arbour where the Duke had left me. Tears trickled from her Eyes, her Beauties languished, and the lovely kind Calisto felt not half her pains, nor blushed so much, tho' when in Streams amongst the happier Nymphs, she bathed and wantoned till her fault was known. I soon guest the cause, and told her how far I had shared in all her Misfortunes, and was not wanting in my part of this. Ah! Brother (cried she) can you forgive me? 'Twas I betrayed the secret, in trusting to the perfidious Ericis, she alone knew it, and 'tis she only that has ruined us. My grief for the accident, had not banished my pity from an affectionate Sister; to ease her therefore, I concealed a great part of my pain, and persuaded her to have the same esteem in appearance for the Young Countess of Sirama, she had formerly shown in earnest.  
Some days after, the Duke told me he had considered my weakness, and was now resolved to provide for me a Wife, that (tho' Young) was acquainted with the World, and would study to preserve the Honour of his Family, which I had so evidently endangered, by a passion of which none but Madmen would be guilty. This discourse almost o'erturned my Obedience; and I was ready to return him an answer, that had spoke the lessening of my Duty, when he (who already perceived the effect it had wrought) denied me the liberty, and on a sudden cried; Son remember who lays this Command upon you, that in the Afternoon you wait upon the Countess of Sirama, look upon her as the Woman I have designed for my Daughter, her Fortune exceeds your Merit, and consider I have mine at my disposal. This most sensibly afflicted me; she was the Woman who had begun my misery, and whom I now saw destined to prolong the Scene. The Duchess remained passive in the affair, and grieved nothing more than the affliction of her Daughter, who yet believed her Artaxus innocent, and loved as much as Virtue could allow.  
In the Evening I waited upon my new Mistress, who (tho' she was perfectly skilled in the Art of dissimulation) received me with that satisfaction, which discovered itself in most of her Actions. After some discourse in which Love had the least share, she (with a seeming and feigned tenderness) told me, she had seen the Duke very much out of humour for some days past, that she was sorry for his mistake, because she was persuaded I had never entertained any thoughts for Xensa's Daughter; who besides her Father's hatred to our Family, had departed from Coloa too Young to be sensible of any such flame; that she heard some days ago that she was Marry to Count Bonzeda, and the Young Duke was passionately in Love with his Sister the fair Manderina. Tho' I suspected the Author of Malice, yet the story carried so much of a seeming truth and probability in it, I was unable for some time to answer. But at last recollecting myself, Madam, (said I) you hold a Correspondence it seems with Mangroa's Daughter; for Bonzeda (tho' my Relation) has not yet acquainted me with as much. However I'm glad to hear of his prudent Choice, and that Artaxus weighs his own interest and his Father's Commands; for I must confess I harbour not one thought for that Family, which is not exactly correspondent to the height of Friendship. The dissembling Fair seemed satisfied with the Truth of what I said, and we parted for that time, I full of grief, and she of hopes.  
At night I felt all those pains unhappy Lovers know, I grieved my Father's ill nature, but more the loss of Sirena; I looked on Artaxus as a Man unjust and no more my Friend, and tho' I did not firmly believe all that Ericis had told me, yet it gave sufficient ground for doubts and fears to grow upon; and to doubt the loss of what we Love, brings more of Torment, than a real privation of all we possess besides. To this I added, that Bonzeda had concealed his happiness from me by Mangroa's order. In the Morning I saw Indoretta, but as yet concealed from her my new griefs, and resolved to complete my ruin, or begin my better Fortune, by a sure knowledge of what had past. I Writ to you (my dear Friend) a Letter, the words of which I still remember.  
THis unkind silence favours the report (now current in Coloa) of your Addresses to the fair Manderina, Bonzeda 's Sister and your happy Neighbour. I live for the Lovely Sirena, and if she is now possessed by another, confirm the truth by your answer, that I may be certain of my doom. I shall no longer complain of Mangroa or Xensa, and especially of the first, whose aversion to your Family seems justly grounded, since Artaxus is become guilty, and shares in his Father's Nature. Indoretta (if you regard the news I know not) still remembers you.  
Martius.  
Just as I had Writ it Furinus entered, I need not tell you, my dear Artaxus, the esteem I had for this Young Man, let it suffice, that he possessed that place in my Friendship, which was next to that I always kept for the Brother of Sirena; and tho' he was something related to Ericis, and high in her favour, I had nevertheless all that confidence in him which I then Judged his merit claimed as due. He soon perceived that Grief under which I laboured, and offered all those Remedies I could expect from the best of Friends. 'Tis natural to all men oppressed with grief and sorrow, to communicate their pains to others, either because the burden seems divided when another feels a part, or else because we are ready (like sinking Mariners) to hope for some relief, and grasp at any thing that first presents itself, without examining if it can contribute any thing to our ease or safety. Thus I deluded myself; and the Young Man (when I had told him all) with a seeming kindness, offered to convey my Letter to a trusty Friend of his at Zenitha; who would undoubtedly put it into your hands, with that secrecy and conduct which the affair required. I was hearty pleased with the opportunity, not knowing whom to trust, and after I had conjured him to remember how much my Happiness depended upon what he had undertaken for me, we parted.  
A few hours after, the Duke sent his Page to acquaint me, that the Young Countess was with my Sister. I knew the weight of that Message, saw it impossible to shun her Company, without a manifest token of disobedience; and went into the Room with all those pains which Dedalus e'er knew, when through the Air he boldly took his way, and saw the Object of his hopes behind, unwinged and sinking, and all the pleasures of a dear bought Liberty, dashed by the absence of his better part. — Indoretta (who knew how much my Nature was averse to this dissembling Fair) strove to give me all that ease which was within her Power, and forgot not to entertain my unwelcome Mistress with a thousand little indifferent Stories, to divert that necessity which had otherwise fallen upon me, of entertaining her with another Subject, to which I had no inclination. Ericis fretted much at my Sister's seeming kindness, and could have been satisfied with half that care she showed to please her. She often fixed her Eyes on mine, and would, with a smile (mixed with Jealousy and Anger) frequently tell me I was a constant Lover, or a Man altogether insensible of a tender flame, and that perhaps I mourned a loss which might with ease be repaid. I answered coldly to what she said, and often let her know by my looks, that all she spoke was unwelcome. This vexed her to the Heart, she knew herself handsome, of a sufficient Fortune, and was Distracted when she saw her Charms neglected by a Man, for whom she had used so many Arts to please, and I found by the Duke's frowns next day, how far she had resented my indifferency.  
Thus I lived for some time, felt a present pain, and had but a very confused prospect of a kinder Fortune. When Furinus (for whom I oft had wished) came to see me, and gave me that Letter, from which I long had hoped for some relief.  
THat story which has reached your Ears at Coloa, is a part of that truth which is acting at Xensa; and errs in nothing, but that Sirena is not yet possessed by Count Bonzeda. As for that aversion which Mangroa entertains for our Family, 'tis no more than what Artaxus ought to have for yours, if he be sensible of his own Merit, and your Treachery.  
Artaxus.  
'Tis impossible, my Friend, to express all those different Passions which possessed me, when I read this counterfeited Mark of your sudden Change. I thanked Furinus (who was seemingly sorrowful for me) and owned myself his Debtor for that care he had shown; swore Sirena should possess my Heart no more, that it had been too long a Slave to that false Fair One, who had so soon forgot my Services, and whole Years of Love; and that Artaxus should bleed, and with his Life atone for his fault.  
I acquainted Indoretta with the Misfortune, and she bore it with that patience which becomes a Virgin Love. However I had not failed to acquaint you how sensible I was of the injury you had done me, and had at least been satisfied how I became treacherous to a Man I had esteemed so much, if a sudden Fever had not put a stop to my Resolution, and prevented my intended Journey. Mangroa (tho' fixed in the pursuit of any thing he had once begun) was nevertheless affrighted with my Danger, and almost repent the unkindness done me. But my distemper at last increasing, he (now full of Fears) seated himself upon my Bed's side, and (like a tender Mistress weeping o'er her wounded Lover) confessed his Cruelty, and begged my Pardon, with a thousand Assurances, that (if kind Heaven restored me to my health) Sirena should be mine. He'd humble himself even beyond his Nature, and beg for Friendship from the Man he hated; that former quarrels now should be no more, and all his interest should yield to my future happiness, than which he knew not a greater. The Brother's unkind Letter had raised my Anger, and moved my sleeping Griefs, but had not weakened or destroyed my Love, and the fair Sister still possessed my heart; for when most I strove to raze her from my Soul, the all-conquering Maid with double force returned; wonder not then if this restored my health, for hope from Love can never be divided, and Indoretta's Tears kept back my Soul, when on the Wing and eager for its Flight.  
When I was recovered, a new Misfortune befell me; for Mangroa suddenly lost the best of Wives, and I the kindest Mother Nature e'er had made; my Sister had all that sorrow e'er possessed a tender loving Daughter, who grieved the death of a kind Parent, and the Countess of Sirama was the only Person that rejoiced; for in her she lost an Enemy, and one who had favoured my Passion for the lovely Daughter of cruel Xensa, her Rival in all her Virtues, and one who notwithstanding of her absence and seeming Cruelty, was dearer to me than health to those who suffer deadly Pains, a calm to Seamen wearied with the Winds, to Traveller's rest, or Men condemned Reprieves. Had Paris loved his Helena so well, or had she been but half so sweet, so good, as blessed Sirena to my view appeared, a thousand Years of Famine and of War, Ripes, Butcheries, continued Scenes of Blood, with the Destruction of his House and Country, had proved a price too low for so much Beauty. The gods themselves had fought for happy Troy, and the young Man successful proved in Arms, old Priam's Seat  had been, his Household gods and Children had been safe, and Agamemnon had returned with loss. Those hopes the Duke had given me, were as so many Arrows from the God of Love, and Grief (a mighty passion in itself) served now to raise a greater in my Breast.  
Ericis came frequently to see my Sister, and tho' Mangroa seemed inclinable to favour that Passion I had for the Daughter of his Enemy, yet he had not fully laid aside his first Resolution; and judging that a present Beauty, and long absence would work my Cure, he made use of gentle Remedies, and told me it was not honourable so soon to abandon a Lady's service, after I had confessed her my Mistress; that it was convenient I should often wait upon her, lest Xensa or his Friends might apprehend the cause of this sudden alteration in his humour, and think his friendship the effect of Necessity not Choice. Where the power of being Active or Passive is left to ourselves, how far so ever the thing be opposite to our Inclinations, we perform it with ease and some pleasure; and this proceeds from that aversion we have to restraint, and our Love of liberty; for we are all born Free, and have a right to all things, and not to continue in this State, is a privation of our own Strength, and argues our weakness in not being able to surmount, or remove that difficulty or impediment, which denies or bars us from Enlargement. Besides we naturally have some respect for those who contribute to the success of our Love, tho' they did it without design, or with an intention wholly to destroy it. Think it not strange then that I could now look upon Ericis, with an air much differing from that she had formerly seen. The false Fair seemed pleased with this change, and concludes the answer of my Letter had wrought it; and failed not to acquaint the Duke how much I obeyed, who every Day by his looks confessed his Satisfaction. These I took for so many natural Signs of his kindness, and failed not to flatter myself, so far as to believe he would forget nothing, that might advance that friendship he designed with Xensa; and as 'tis impossible to Love where there is no hope, it followeth that to hope much is to feed the Flame, and make it rage to more unruly Fires.  
Things were thus, when a Happiness I ne'er had hoped befell me; for one Night as I came from a Ball at Court, (where my Friends had detained me too long) I saw at a small distance (by the help of his Flambeauxes) the rambling Fernanthus' Duke of Meroa. I knew his humour, and (not resolved to turn Scowrer that Night) endeavoured to avoid him, and therefore softly placed myself, at the first door which offered; but as I began to rest upon it I found it fled, and gave me access to the House unlooked for. I was at first surprised, but more when I heard a Woman, in a low Voice, cry, Sir, Sir, are you come? I presently recollected myself, and answered Yes, e'er she had fully pronounced her last Words. She took me by the Hand, and (without any Lights) led into a Room, where another leaping from the Bed caught me in her Arms, and cried, Ah my dear Youth! Why have you stayed so long? Know you not how much these unkind delays shorten the Scenes of Love, and Day appears  you have trod the Stage? I made no reply, but seemed impatient of the coming Heaven, half naked on the downy Bed she lay, her Arms expanded ready to receive me, breathed short and sighed, then asked me why I stayed, and by a rapture known to burning Youth, anticipated what should be jointly shared, and give to both an equal part of Heaven. I soon undressed, and kissed the longing She, ran o'er the Field of Love with eager transports, melted with sudden Pleasures and too much of Bliss, and languished  my Joys were half begun. The kind one smiled, and sighed at what was past, and used those ways which kindle or excite to a new Love the drowsy fainting Soul. She caught my trembling Body in her Arms, kissed me, and said, Can you be kind no more, has too much Love destroyed our mutual Bliss, and has Furinus no more Joys in store? Thus would young Martius with Sirena done, the sudden leap to happiness had drowned his Soul in Ecstasy, and made desire weak. But those to whom long practice gives the art of taming by degrees unruly Flames, should know the way to better, longer Loves— Yet stay, my Dear, (added she in another tone) what effects will that counterfeited answer produce, does he forget Sirena now? And does the Countess of Sirama triumph o'er that successful Beauty? Her immodesty had moved my wonder, but these last words surprised beyond belief; and 'twas no longer in my choice to doubt whom it was I had embraced, and to prevent that discovery which a longer Discourse had certainly produced, I renewed those Joys for which she longed, and by my Love supplied the want of Words. While thus we dallied, and height of Pleasure filled the Fair Ones Soul, I stole a Ring, and for it left my own. Then leaping from the Bed (with a Voice much differing from that of Martius) I bid the Maid farewel, and tho' she knew not whom she then had blest, I left her nevertheless satisfied, that she had bestowed her Favours upon a Man, for whom she had not meant them. Her Woman, who waited upon the Stairs, knew nothing of the matter, and with soft steps taught me the way, whispering in my Ear that I had not stayed my usual hour, yet hoped I I was in health; as she opened the Street Door, a Man muffled in his Cloak rushed in, caught Pandora in his Arms, (for that was the Maid's name) and cried, Is thy Mistress well? Why was the Door no sooner opened to an impatient Lover? The Wench, without any surprise asked him what he meant, and assured him he had mistaken the House, adding, her Mistress was a Person of Quality, knew him not, nor would she be disturbed at an hour so unseasonable. Ha', (replied he with a louder Voice) is Furinus already forgot, and is it for this, I have betrayed young Mangroa? At this I suddenly leapt forwards, and drawing my Sword, Know Sir, (said I) Martius has a Friend shall punish this Treachery. He (without any reply) retired into the Streets, I followed, and after a few thursts had passed between us, his perfidious Soul at last owed its passage to my Sword, and left his body motionless behind.  
When I came home, the Duke was gone to Bed, and none were witnesses of my long stay, but those of my own Servants who waited for me. 'Tis impossible to express those Joys this Night brought me. I saw Artaxus still my Friend, was persuaded Sirena had not then forgot me, and doubted not but that the answer of my Letter was forged by Ericis, with the assistance of that young Man whom I had now punished for his Perfidy.  
In the morning the Fair One came to see my Sister, and I was surprised to find in her Countenance, not one sign of grief or inward Disturbances. The Duke soon after entered the Room, and I was obliged to a greater Compliance than any I had yet shown; she was hearty pleased with my looks, and if she had any real Torment for the loss of her Lover, she let me know by her Behaviour, she enjoyed a pleasure that o'erruled her Griefs, and hopes of possessing a new Lover of greater Quality, and (as she thought) Master of more Charms, was able to atone for the death of one, whom frequent Loves had rendered stolen and homely to the view. But that which most she feared was, that he who had supplied his place was not ignorant of her Quality, and might disclose the secret, for the loss of her Ring could not be easily digested. But this trouble also fled, and the present appearance of better Fortune, (like the Sunshine of a new Day) dispelled from her thoughts, the remembrance of that Storm and Horror which had raged the preceding Night. In the mean time, credit this sudden Change in my Fortune which followeth.  
My Father (now a Widower) began to to entertain some thoughts, to which he had been long a stranger, and eased me of my feigned Courtship, by the reality of his own; he forgets to bid me wait upon Ericis, atones for my indifferency by a passion truly violent, and practised all those little Arts, which are inseparable Companions of growing Love. I observed this Change, but concealed my knowledge from him as much as possible, and the kind Indoretta who was pleased with the fidelity of Artaxus, and his continued Friendship to me, upon which she knew the success of my Love depended, thanked Heaven, and her kind Stars, for this new addition to my Happiness. The Countess, in whom ambition was always prevalent, wanted only to be a Duchess; and tho' she saw no hopes of seeing her Son a Duke, (if Heaven should send her one) yet she was pleased with her Fortune, when she considered, she might certainly possess the Father, and had only hoped (and it may be upon small grounds) the possession of the Son. Thus we lived all happy, hoping each Day might bring us some advancement in Fortune's Favour; I never praised the lovely Sirena, but when I found Mangroa pleased with the subject; nor did he ever mention the Countess of Sirama. My Sister was wholly devoted to my Interest, and always found her happiness in mine.  
One Evening the Duke sent for me to his Chamber, and after he had made me sit down by him, Martius', (said he with a kinder air than usual) I have long observed that indifferency with which you treat the Countess, and have considered that Love which has always possessed you for Xensa's fair Daughter; and tho' I confess she deserves all that passion you have for her, I see it with sorrow, and could wish your judgement might present to your View those difficulties which are to be o'ercome,  this Match can be perfected, the hatred that Man bears to my House, and how far my Honour is concerned in the resentment of Count Torrusco's death. Here he paused some time, but seeing I did not reply any thing, he proceeded and told me, That, to ease me of one Pain, that I might the better endure another, he was resolved to Marry Ericis himself, for the next morning should finish the Work, if Coloa was not destitute of Priests; that he had made it a secret till now, because good things unlooked for impart most of pleasure, and consequently this news would bring me more of happiness. This said, he expected my Answer and Thanks, instead of which I threw myself at his Feet, and conjured him to remember that promise he had once made me; that Xensa bade killed Turrusco Honourably, and that his hatred to our Family proceeded only from that which he saw Mangroa had to his. As for the Countess of Sirama he should add infinitely to my Misfortunes, if he married her, for she was a Woman virtuous only to those who had not carefully examined her Conduct; and thereupon told him the whole story of that night's Ramble, as I have already related it. The Duke was infinitely surprised, and for some time remained silent, then on a sudden throwing his Arms about my Neck, he swore he deserved not a Son so dutiful; that he had hitherto used me unkindly; but that his future Actions should atone for those past, and if I would promise to abandon the bewitching Sirena, to whom Bonzeda was to be Married, I might begin my Journey for the Country when I pleased I returned him that answer my Duty and his Kindness required; and withal assured him the Count's happiness should not be disturbed, that I would endeavour to Love Manderina as much as I had done Xensa's Daughter, and should make it my Study to preserve by merit that place in his good opinion, to which his goodness without that had advanced me. He was satisfied with what I said, and for that time left me without any diminution of my hopes. In the Morning he writ the following Lines to his Bride.  
Madam,  
I must confess I'm sorry to lose the Countess of Sirama, but not the Mistress of Furinus. To unriddle the meaning of this. Remember only, that another Man made happy by chance, that night you lost your Lover, has sufficiently informed me of your double dealing; and that I am no longer in a condition to be imposed upon.  
Mangroa.  
The detected Fair One was overwhelmed with sorrow at the first reading of the Duke's Letter, and after she had for some time given way to Tears, (sometimes in Women the natural signs of grief or pain) Anger and Revenge (the darling passions of that tempting Sex) took place, and she imagined with herself a thousand means and ways to bring distraction to our Family. But willing first to use the force of her Charms, she came to our House dressed in smiles, and modest looks. My Father waited upon her, and showed more of sorrow for his loss, than Pride or Resentment for the misfortune of this cunning Fair. She talked a while of things indifferent; and at last fell upon the Subject of that Letter he had sent to her. At which time the Duke gave the sign, and I (as he had commanded) entered. She soon perceived her Ring, (for I had put it on for that end) and with tears in her Eyes withdrew, confirming sufficiently the truth of all I had said. In short, my dear Friend, I began my Journey that Evening for Zenitha, tho' not before I had received your kind Letter, and had assured Indoretta of your Constancy. The Duke gave me some Letters to my Rival Bonzeda, whom I am resolved not to acquaint with my arrival, till I have seen the Mistress of my Vows, the Charming Sirena, a happiness I must expect from your Friendship, not Fortune or my Merit.  
Here Martius stopped, and Artaxus (who loved no less than he) took him again in his Arms, Swore he'd serve him with his Life and Fortune, and that very Night bless him with Sirena's Company. Thus having spent part of the day, they at last chose different Roads; Martius back 〈◊〉 Zenitha, and Artaxus home.  
In the mean time I knew nothing of my Brother's happiness, and when he came home (tho' he strove to hid it, because the Duke was present) I could read in his Eyes some signs of those hopes and motions of Joy which had winged his Soul. Xensa was no sooner gone, than he embraced me. Ah! My Dear Sister (cried he) I am still happy, Martius proves a just Friend, and Indoretta waits for the Fortunate Artaxus. These words pleasantly surprised me; I loved too much to be disinterested in the Story, and begged with impatiency he would let me know where he had this account of his and my good Fortune. Then it was, Madam, he related the Story of my Lover's absence, the same as I have already Writ it; adding he had given him the Key of the Garden-Door, and we might meet with all the privacy imaginable. Love, not he, persuaded, and I thought time moved backwards till the hour arrived.  
It was when every Creature seemed a-sleep, the heavy Waters murmured as they went, and moved as if they shortly meant to rest; the adjoining Shoar no raging Billows knew, and every Fish dreamt in his Ousie Bed. The Earth seemed all one Cave, the heavens one shade, and dying Stars did the new light invite. All happy Lovers lay in slumbers chained, and Cynthia to her Damon seems forgot. The waking Joys of mighty Love were fled, and Morpheus reigned when that Young God gave way. Sometimes a Bird half waking took the Wing, and with slow motion reached some neighbouring bough, then faintly murmuring hushed itself to rest, and sleeping billed as if its Mate were nigh. 'Twas then, I say, Madam, Artaxus and I stole gently forth, to meet the wished for welcome generous passionate Martius. As we entered the Garden, the Lovely Youth rushed in; Fancy (that erring guide where judgement's gone) paints him with all his Charms, and perfect thoughts supplied the want of day. I saw him kneeling, begging at my Feet, grasping my hands, and sighing as he spoke, his Eyes (at least I thought so) darted Love, and all his trembling touches reached my Heart. Faltering he cried, Sirena! Lovely Fair! Now all the pains of absence are repaid, and present Blessings banish rooted cares. Artaxus, thou best of Friends, to thee I own this mighty happiness, and if the Charming Mistress of my Vows had any favourable thoughts for the constant Martius, of which her Brother's Love is not the Cause, even that Joy which those thoughts would impart to me, I'd own the effect of his Friendship, or her Mercy, without respect to Merit on my part.  
My Heart was seized with tenderness and joy, I long had loved him, and had mourned his absence, and all his words (like Arrows shot from Love) dart to my Soul, and kindle dying flames. Night made him bold, and Passion spurred him on, and in this rapture rising from the ground, he clasped me in his Arms, sighed deep, and kissed me with an eager action, and almost banished Virtue from my Breast. After we had seated ourselves in an Arbour, we discoursed of Love, of the pains that Passion brings, and day arrived  we had thought it nigh.  
In the morning he waited upon the Count, and was by his Sister (the Fair Manderina) received with that Modesty, which Young Women generally profess, especially before those whom they see designed their Husbands. Xensa was soon acquainted with the arrival (as he judged him) of his Young Enemy; and waited impatiently for Bonzeda's visit, who no sooner came, than he informed him of his fears, and to prevent future danger, resolved to see me speedily married. The hated Lover was o'erjoyed at the proposal, and the third day following was prefixed for that, on which this Gordian Knot was to be tied. My Mother acquainted me with the unwelcome news, and I failed not to beg that assistance she had often promised; and with Tears in my Eyes let her know how much I hated Bonzeda, and what thoughts I had for the Young Mangroa. She sighing told me, That things were now come to the last extremity, that I had been married some weeks ago, if her Friendship had been wanting, or diligence asleep. That the Young Duke's Arrival gave the Count and my Father so many fears, that Arguments were become useless, and my Marriage alone was able to secure them. But that one Remedy, or at least a Reprieve, offered itself, which was to be purchased thus. I should immediately feign myself indisposed, confine myself to my Chamber for some days, and if the Duke still continued resolute, at last to my Bed. But withal, that I should not attribute my Distemper to that Storm which threatened me, and if 'twas asked 〈…〉 him know, that nothing impeded his 〈…〉 happiness, my Sickness excepted, that my 〈…〉 gave consent, and my 〈…〉 time ●●ey.  
I complied so readily with this relishing Counsel, that when the Duke entered my Chamber I immediately fainted. He called for help, and the Duchess (who knew my Distemper) came running (drowned in feigned Tears) to my Assistance; telling him, I had been under this indisposition for some days, that she wondered at the cause, and feared some dangerous consequence. Xensa was surprised with what he heard, and the Count (who was with him) had only this Satisfaction, that he saw me incapable of holding any Correspondence with his Rival. However they both departed without acquainting me with what they had designed the preceding day. Artaxus was perfectly versed in the Plot, and told me Martius would wait upon me at Night; that I must not deny him that happiness, that none could be conscious to the interview, and every thing conduced to promote the design. I loved, and a few Arguments served to persuade; the Youth possessed my Heart, and all my thoughts centred in forming lovely Ideas of the bewitching Conqueror. He had free access to Bonzeda's Garden, and by a small Ladder of Ropes (made for the purpose) he easily got into ours. His Servant (as soon as he had ascended the Wall) was ordered to Withdraw the Pliant Stairs, and retire to his Master's Room, lest his continued stay had occasioned a discovery; for Bonzeda had many Windows opposite to that place. My Brother waited at the Window (to which a second Ladder was fastened) and received him. The Duke lay in the next Room, and you may believe we forgot not to tread softly. The happy Youth caught me in his Arms, gazed, and sighed, as if this had been our first meeting, since my departure from Coloa. He swore no time or accident should weaken his Love, that he would show the Constancy of a Martyr, who suffered for Eternal Joys; Nature should start, and all things suffer change, the Frame of Being's inverted, the Earth turned into its primitive Chaos,  he forgot my Charms. That if the Globe shook beneath him, or gaped so wide, it showed the infernal Powers, howling and grinning, rattling in their Chains, and all the Souls of damned departed men; or if the Skies should sink by slow degrees, until the Crystal Arch pressed down his Head, he'd not fear or dream of coming death, his thoughts should then pay homage to his Love, and in this vast and terrible Confusion, he'd clasp the Fair, the lovely, blessed Sirena, lay her all trembling to his faithful Breast, and then possessed of all Heaven could bestow, he'd smile, and sinking kiss the precious treasure, laugh at the angry gods, and bless his glorious fall.  
Thus we spent the few hours; he still swore he loved, and my Eyes informed him how readily believed. But the Servant returning gave the usual sign, and we parted, tho' not before we had made a new Appointment.  
The following day appeared to both an Age, and Time seemed drowsy by his tardy flight; at last the hour much wished for took its place, and brought the Welcome Lover to my Soul. My Brother (if by design or chance I know not) was absent, and we enjoyed a Heaven without disturbance. For tho' he was much esteemed by Martius and beloved by me, yet we were both glad of his absence. We spoke a thousand extravagant things, and Love to us appeared the darling Virtue of the World, the end for which we were made, and the very Cause of our Creation. He sighed, and gazed upon me, spoke sometimes faintly, and in a Minute would grow silent, grasp my hand, kiss it, and almost breath out his Soul in raptures. I felt a sickening pleasure at my Heart, a longing joy distracted my Soul, and I wanted something to complete the Bliss, yet knew not what it was; my Blood flushed to and fro, seemed all in every part, and in no part to stay, but spoke my Nature tossed 'twixt fear and gladness. While thus we sat blest with our present fortune, yet uneasy in the anxious wishes of a better, losing the present sweets in thoughts of more; a sudden noise surprised us in this Lethargy, and waked us from an ecstasy of Love. My fears on this occasion were inexpressible, and (knowing it too late to make use of our hempen Stairs) I caught my blushing Lover by the hand, conjured him to save my Reputation and my quiet, which were now evidently in danger, made so only by my Love to him He who knew how to Obey, smiled, and placed himself behind my Bed, where he remained unseen. The Duke soon knocked at the Door, and I as expeditiously opened it. Ha! Daughter (cried he) I'm glad 'tis no worse, I heard some small noise in your Chamber, and was concerned for your health. This I took for my Cue, and with a faint voice answered; that I had been ill most of that day, but that I was now grown better, Ah! replied the Duke (who stood shaking in his Nightgown) 've been too long from your Bed, 'tis there you must expect rest, for sleep to the Sick is a reprieve from pain. This alarmed my Soul, and I made use of all the Arguments I could invent, to show the inconveniency of that Method he proposed to perfect my recovery; but 'twas in vain; he called for the Duchess, and she (not knowing the Circumstance of affairs) confirmed him in his Resolution. He withdrew into the next Room, and she stayed by me, as if I had stood in need of her Assistance  I could be undressed. Thus I was obliged to obey; and the Duke returning took my Mother by the hand, and so left me, having first wished me good health, commended Bonzeda, and ordered one of the Maids to remove the Candles. My Charming Martius thus relieved, threw himself upon his knees, clasped my hand, and sighed, as if his winged, slippery Soul, had sought an opportunity to escape its Prison; his continued silence, and eager grasps spoke him languishing for a Joy unknown, and I (divided between Love, Fear, and Honour) found myself unable to speak my thoughts. Sudden motions of alternate Passions stopped my faltering Tongue, and my bosom echoed moving sighs to his. While thus our Souls and Nature seemed at War, he gently moved and caught me in his Arms, laid his Head to my panting Breast, trembled, breathed quick, and kissed me with the eagerness of departing Lovers. Then giving way to a flash of Love inflamed, he ●e●ch'd too soon that pleasure which he sought, and in ●he ●e●rch of the unbounded Joy, he lost the present transports of the mind.  
'Twas then, Madam, he spoke, and begged a thousand Pardons for the indiscretion he had committed, swore he loved me yet even to madness, and would not for a thousand Empires quit the Room. I begged (but 'twas faintly) he'd leave me; I told him his Servant no doubt waited for his return, because the time appointed was elapsed, and if he walked too long in the Garden, it might discover what our mutual interest obliged us to conceal. He made no reply, but stopped the sound of Arguments with kisses, Love reasumed his Throne, and set his Soul on Fire. He clasped me again in his Arms, finished our imperfect Joys, and I could say no more than— Ah my Honour— Will you Love— Oh kind Heavens! The Night was spent with all the pleasure Love could give, he swore eternal Constancy, I believed all, loved all▪ and dreamt myself in Paradise. Sleep was to both a stranger, and coming Day proved hateful to the sight, we shrinkt and smiled and wished a Night like that, in which great Jove his dear Alemena blest, inverting order to promote his Joys. At last we parted, but with those pleasant desires which Men enjoy, when dreaming of a Heaven they ne'er possessed, or know but faintly in a tempting trance, they grieve their judgement was no longer hushed, and wish and long to see the Scene again.  
In the morning the Duke came to see me, the Count was with him, and both of them alleged I had not slept last Night; that my eyes verified this truth, and I was unjust to myself in not having a greater regard for my Health. The fresh remembrance of what had passed made Bonzeda's visit more unwelcome than ever, and my aversion for him almost cast me into a Fever. Xensa who observed my disorder, but not the Cause, presently left me, after he had told me, that he hoped a few Days would bring me perfect ease, and give him that happiness he had so often wished, of seeing me married to his Friend, a Man who well deserved my esteem, and loved me passionately.  
A few minutes thereafter Artaxus entered, and told me he had been at Bonzeda's, had seen my favourite Lover, and was resolved to go to Coloa; that he could live no longer without his Indoretta, and he'd rather choose to forfeit his Father's kindness and fortune, than endure the loss of her he loved; adding withal, that Martius had persuaded him to't. These last words gave me a vast deal of Pleasure; 'twas an argument of his Love, and spoke the last night's Joys had rather fanned than extinguished his Flame. This made me (besides the help of my natural inclinations that pleaded powerfully for him) easily resolve to see him again at the usual hour. In the mean time my Brother plied the Duke for his consent: He weighed not at first the Cause of his Journey, and Artaxus (promising to return in a few Days) easily obtained the favour desired. But as he was ready to take Horse he received new Orders, for Xensa, upon second Thoughts, began to suspect the business, and therefore charged him not to think of going to Court, till my Marriage with the Count should be accomplished. Artaxus stormed and raved at this sudden change of his humour, and remembering Love more than Interest, took Post immediately for Coloa. The Duke was then confirmed in his suspicions; and swore this manifest token of his disobedience should never be forgot; that he'd remember him no more as his Son, and damn the hour that brought him first to light. The Duchess forgot nothing that might excuse his fault; she insisted on the force of Almighty Love, on the number of his Years, and how insupportable 'twas for Youth to be mewed up in a Castle, or confined to the narrow bounds of a Garden: But her Arguments were of no strength, and Bonzeda's Agents in the Family added matter to the Fire of the Duke's wrath.  
At night my Lover beat his usual Road, and entered my Chamber with that joy in his Face, which spoke his Soul at ease. I received him with that sondness which my Love inspired, and we consumed the hours in amorous Sighs, languishing looks, firing Touches, melting Glances, and eager Wishes. He longed to renew those joys which rousing moving Nature taught to both; and I, who doted too much, (yet willing to preserve his Love in health) denied him the opportunity of a surfeit, made the Heaven almost inaccessible, yet allowed him those privileges which served to kindle his Soul, and make it burn for more. Thus, Madam, we lived happy, by starving ourselves in midst of Plenty, and heightening the appetite by scanty Joys, to a mad hunger for a waste of Pleasure. My Marriage was still deferred, and Artaxus sent me a perfect Journal of his proceed by every Post. But wearied with my continued Confinement, I sometimes (and at the Duke's desire too) walked abroad: The Seashore was the place I commonly chose, which at last produced this adventure.  
All silent were, no Beast was seen to roam, his panting Flocks each Shepherd homewards drove, the Labourer left his Blow and wisely sought for shelter from that heat which scorched the Earth. I sat beneath a mossy Rock, on each side Cliffs and frightful Precipices, dark Recesses and solitary Caves, not made by art but owed their form to Nature. The bubbling Streams with noise came tumbling down, dashing from Point to Point their scattered Parts, then meeting roared and rushed into the Main; who all received next minute tossed 'em back, and kept them in perpetual motion, till the Sun's attractive rays exhaled the foam from much concussion wrought, and sucked the stranger body from the rest. This melancholy retreat gave me inexpressible Satisfaction, I viewed the irksome Shades with greediness, and languished with the pleasure. My Maid was silent, and nothing offered itself to disturb my contemplative Soul. While thus I sat and gazed upon the Waves, who now appeared like Ice or Crystal Fields, (not one breath of wind dividing the united Element) the Skies (quick as thought) grew black, the sluices of the burdened Clouds flew open, and you'd thought the Heavens had melted into Rain. The Birds who sought their Prey upon the Waves, found a new fresh Sea above them, and sunk beneath the smarting weight into the briny old. Thunder soon followed the amazing change, and bursting Clouds shook the tottering Globe. Fire flashed through the thickened Air, and showed the gaping Heavens, the Skies in labour, and the jarring Elements at a dreadful War. The scaley Monsters showed their awful Heads, and roused from the bottom of the boundless deep, howled, and threw up floods of gorging Waves to quench the distant heat, then grinning plunged to hid themselves from Heaven. The distant plains seemed all a heap of Rubbish, forsaken by every Beast, and covered with the Wreck, which rolling floods from neighbouring Mountains brought. To increase the frightful Scene, the winds grew high, tore up the stubborn Oaks and yielding Pines, ransacked the plains, and swept off the budding Corns, levelling the superb Palace with the humble Cottage. The wondering trembling Swains dejected stood, and saw their Huts transported from their Seats, and placed on Rocks, or on some rising Grounds, whose height secured them from aspiring Streams. In a word, Nature seemed mad, the Elements in a freak, and the Earth grumbled as if a fatal Colic had rend her peaceful Bowels. You may believe, Madam, my Soul was surprised with the amazing sight, and I dreamt of nothing more than present ruin. My Maid fell upon her Knees, begged the protection of the angry gods, and swore eternal constancy to Heaven, if once relieved from these distracting Fears. While thus she was employed, I could perceive a large Vessel tossed by raging Billows, labouring to reach the open Seas, yet forced on shore by Winds. Pity on a sudden filled my Breast, and I had so many anxious Thoughts, for the safety of those in a more imminent danger than myself, that my past fears vanished, and all my cares and wishes were for them. Just now you'd thought the floating Castle stood on a high Mountain, making War with Heaven, and proudly threatening to assail the Clouds. Then in a moment all its height was lost, and sinking Seas would plunge it deep as Hell. At last the crowding Waves rushed doubly on, and forced the moving Palace against a Rock. The Seamen shrieked aloud, struggled for parting Life, and the next moment vanished. The sad Object moved my Tears, and I could have fainted under the weight of other People's Misfortunes, if a certain joy (at that time not known for such, but arising from a sense of my own safety) had not supported me. The greatest part of Mankind loves to see his fellow Creature in evident danger; and tho' he views him with trouble, yet if he examined himself narrowly, he'd find the remembrance of his own Condition, (when compared to that of the other) gives a certain pleasure that counterballances the Pain; else why should we at any time flock to see Executions, Combats, Shipwrecks, raging Fires, and such horrour-giving Objects; for Nature is averse to its Enemy, and grief no doubt is such— But to return, the Clouds who had now shaked their drooping Wings withdrew. The dismal Curtain furled up, and Heaven showed a smiling Countenance, as if a Sacrifice of so many Lives had assuaged its hungry fury. Aeolus sounded a retreat to the raving Winds, who grumbling retired to their hated Prison, and Neptune (relieved from his old Disturber) slept as if the past toils had forced him to a Peace. The joyful Birds came fluttering from their Nests, sprung through the Air, and trod the Boughs again, then Sung, and mounting spread their matted Wings. In fine, every thing seemed at liberty, but Sirena, my grief for what I had seen sunk my Soul into a demi-trance, and left me not the power to move. I considered the quality of that inconstant Element, the Cause of Winds and Rains, how far Chance, the gods and Nature, shared in what befell us; and if Heaven (which we paint all Goodness and Mercy) could have a hand in the destruction of so many Creatures, which itself had made, or took a certain pleasure in the punishment of Offenders, whose Actions were so inconsiderable and seemingly below the notice of the Almighty Mind. Thus my Soul traversed a Labyrinth of mysterious Problems, my Reason exerted its Power, and almost shook off the Yoke of Imposition, searching into the truth of things, which believed bring no ill consequences, if not a real happiness, and if rejected or discredited, give Nature her sway, and set the World lose, break the hinges of humane Society, and set up an Insurance Office for Villainies and Bloodshed.  
At last, Night approached, and I was obliged to abandon my solitary Tent. But, oh kind Heavens! how was I surprised, when on the Sand two Shipwrackt Bodies lay, in fast embraces locked, as if the dead Clay had retained a perfect remembrance of that Union which was between their Souls. Coming nearer, their  informed me they were of Quality, and I stood sometime motionless, and gazed upon the moving Object▪ where the ruins of so many Beauties so sweet appeared, you'd thought death had been a gentle sleep, and cruel Waves been soft as Summer dews. In this juncture the Duke (who had dreaded the effects of the past Storm) appeared; and tho' naturally hardy and of a rough disposition; his Soul melted at the sight, and his Eyes confessed the trouble of his Mind. He presently ordered his Servants to convey the dead to his House, and having seated ourselves in the Coach, drove strait home.  
Some hours after, one of my Maids came running into my Closet, and with gladness told me, that the Lady whom I found on the shore was yet alive, that her Soul was loath to abandon so fair a body, and they had some hopes of her recovery. But the Man was lost beyond redemption, for not one sign or Symptom of coming Life appeared. This news banished that grief which had lately possessed me for the unfortunate Fair; and I flew between hopes and fears to give that assistance in my power. When I entered, the sick one lifted up her Eyes, looked fix'dly upon every Object, moved her Lips as if she had striven to speak, than sighed and fainting shut them both again. The Duchess used her utmost Art, and drove back the posting Soul when almost gone. But having spent the greatest part of the Night in this Charitable Employment, we withdrew; leaving the care of our Charming guest to my Mother's Maids and mine.  
The joyful Birds had scarce ushered in the coming day when I arose. I had dreamt of this unfortunate fair One all Night, and my wishes for her safety became the employment of my anxious Soul. Nor did I Petition Heaven in vain, for when I entered the Room, she mo'vd her Head from the Bed, and in an almost-dying accent, begged Pardon for that trouble she had given me, thanked me for my assistance, than asked me the place and time in which I found her, if I had seen her Husband on the Shoar, for now all her fears were for him, and if he was lost, no Art, no Argument, or Cause could save her Life, her Soul was incorporate and mixed with his, and both should wander in the other World, if not united there like Bodies here.  
That tenderness her loss inspired, drew Tears from my Eyes, and I faintly answered,— I had seen none such, that she alone had reached that part of the Shoar where I had been, but that orders should be given to inquire of all the straggling Shepherds, and watchful Fishermen for him she wanted, that Heaven no doubt had preserved him, and she would soon be happy. The distressed Fair One sighed, conjured me to use my utmost diligence in the search, and to remember her life depended on the success. In the mean time the Duke ordered the dead Body to be interred, according to the custom of our Country, where nothing was wanting, which Quality have bestowed upon them, as the last mark of Honour. For by that account which the Fair One gave of him, we perfectly knew him for her Husband. The Duchess (whose grief upon this occasion was in nothing inferior to mine) advised me to acquaint the ignorant Widow with her state, to prevent a double pain, which the certain knowledge of her Circumstances would doubtless give. I obeyed, and in the Evening entered her Chamber with a Golden Cross (beset with ●mall Diamonds) in my hand. The mourning Fair no sooner espied me, than starting, (she cried) is he alive? Has he sent me this pledge which has cost me so many Tears? Am I happy? Or must I die? Tears rushed into my Eyes, and sudden grief denied me the use of Words. I stood some minutes silent, and at last confessed him dead. At this unwelcome sound the unhappy Fair (with a Countenance pale as death) leaned her declining Head upon the Pillow, lifted up her hands, and cried, O! Unhappy Delia! thou hast lost— and then fainted. I applied those Remedies commonly used on such occasions, and by the force of Spirits denied a flight to hers. Oh Gods! when she lifted up her Eyes again, how my Soul sorrowed for her. So dying Roses covered o'er with dew, look gay, and fresh, and tempting to the sight; yet move the Heart, because their sweets are flying. Ah! Madam, (cried she) Pardon this undecent, but just grief, let not my Tears disturb your Peace, for a few hours will give me rest for ever. My Soul murmurs at its tedious imprisonment, rouzes and shakes itself beneath this load of Clay, longs to be gone, and flutters in its Cage; 'tis now a traveller wrapped in contemplation, surveys the happy state of separate Being's, Chalks out the way to Heaven through open Air, and longs and seeks Valentio as it mounts.— Oh my Husband!— Oh unfortunate surviving Delia!— This said, she sighed, as if her heaving Breasts had pressed her rising Soul, and I (now a sharer in her sufferings) wept, and in my silence expressed the pains that racked my easy Heart. She who amidst her own troubles forgot not mine, conjured me to leave her, and to forget I ever saw her; begged my Pardon again for those Tears her misfortune had brought me, and swore that no temptation should fool her into a love of Life. I set before her (with more affection than Art) the inconveniency of immoderate grief, taught her to hope a better fortune, and rely on Heaven. But she (dumb with excess of sorrow) made no reply, pressed my hand between hers, sighed, and cried Valentio! Unwilling to be gone, I seated myself upon her Bed's side, and with Tears besought her to remember the present state of her health, the impossibility of retrieving what was past, and that her Stars, though cruel in other things, had been kind in bringing her to a House, where she might freely command as at home. She who was no stranger to good breeding, and in the depth of affliction showed a ready mind, when able to speak, gave me an obliging return; adding that my cares augmented the weight of hers, and served to hasten the o'reburdened Soul to an end of all its Labours. But that to repay part of those kindnesses I had shown, she'd acquaint me with her life on whom they were bestowed, that the recital of her past adventures, or emergencies of Love, was now the only pleasure of which she was capable: For the remembrance of Joys long fled, brought back the happier State of Life, and matched it with the present; then showed how far we fell, how low we sunk, and Charmed the melancholy hypocondriac Soul with a full taste of misery; the sweets of the one increasing the sense of the other's bitterness. I endeavoured to divert her resolution, and defer that account she offered till her Health could consent to the labour; but 'twas in vain, for the harrass'd Fair, after a few deep sighs and dying looks, began as followeth.   

THE Kingdom of Marintha (to which I own my Birth) was long distracted with the fury of a Civil War, the two pretenders to the Crown (Othar and Decius) divided the Nation, and he who signalised himself for neither of the Parties, was liable to the outrages of both, and judged a common Enemy, or at least one that had no regard to the welfare of his Country, but to his own interest; and waited with a semblance of quiet, till Fate should decide the difference, and Crown the Conqueror, to whom he might safely pay homage, and secure his Fortune. In the mean time my Father, who was naturally Loyal, sided with Decius, whose Party then was weakest, while his Younger Brother (to whom Money was a God) fled to Othar's Camp, and there was received as a Man who brings supplies of Gold to a Prince in wants. The two Young Kings (for both were Crowned, and maintained an equal Title to the Throne) impatient of delays, and fond to reach a Diadem in view, at last encamped in a large Plain, where each of them waited for the nearer advances of the other. In a few days the eager Armies met, Victory hovered o'er their Heads, viewed the terrible Combat with a secret Joy, than clapped her bloody Wings, and perched at last on cruel Othar's Standard. Here poor Decius fell in search of Power, and my Father (whose Quality and Post in the Army advanced him to his Prince's Person) lost his Life in his defence.  
Thus Othar Conquered, Fame flew before his Arms, and brought the sad news to that part of the Country, which had owned the deceased for their King; and my Mother, who soon became acquainted with her loss, fled into the other World to secure herself from an Addition to her misfortunes in this. My Uncle, (the unkind unjust Arates) now Master of the new Monarch's favour, forgot that respect he owed to the memory of his Elder Brother; and having purchased with a bribe the gift of his Estate (which the King had now taken into his own hands as a forfeiture upon the score of Rebellion) he possessed himself of the House, discharged the old Servants, and kept not one in his Family but myself, that e'er had seen or known the kinder Master. I was yet too Young to be sensible of my own misery, and smiled and played about this Author of all my following ills. But reaching too soon the Fourteenth Year of my Age, and my Face promising a larger stock of coming Beauties and good Nature, the Neighbouring Youth began to take notice of me, to speak kindly to me, pay me much respect, covet to be nigh me, and sighing, often informed me of my Circumstances, and that my Eyes would purchase more than cruel fortune had robbed me of Arates observed my budding power, and wisely foresaw that if I should marry to a Man of a good Estate, I might (assisted by the help of Wealth) lay a claim to what he possessed of mine, and to prevent that Misfortune which his guilt taught him to fear; he confined me to my Chamber, appointed me a stern Governess, and proposed to my Lovers the advancement of two hundred thousand Malors, a Sum that exceeded in that Country the value of any Estate possessed by a Subject. Thus he inverted the common Custom; and instead of giving a Portion, he set his Niece to Sale, yet half assured that none would buy her at a price so large.  
My Lovers in shoals withdrew; at Night no music reached my longing Ear, no sighs but those the old Matron vented for her decayed Beauty, and chilled Blood. In the Morning the decrepit old Hag awaked me, and with eyes distilling scalding Rheum, taught me how to employ mine, on Books of dull Morality, and duller Rules for Life and Conversation, than mumbled Praises to the Almighty Power on my behalf, that sent me such a Friend as old Arates (for now he had past his great Clymacterick Year, yet still a Bachelor). Thus the ignorant (with the height of Devotion) bless Heaven for a Mischief, and when infernal Powers send a Plague, they thank that greater Power, whose Anger for committed Crimes, only permitted the ill to be to punish stiff offenders. Thus we spent the tedious day, and my long imprisonment had almost taught my Soul to forget the thoughts of Liberty; when the dear, the loving, but the lost Valentio, (who still had shown a Love beyond what mine, or the noblest Beauty could claim as due) at last offered the payment of the Sum proposed The old Miser was startled with the News, and told him since his all was spent in the pursuit of a Woman, he must expect to live a married beggar. The young Lover laughed at coming Poverty, and swore Hell itself should not fright him, or shake his Soul resolved, he loved to madness, and he'd rather beg with Delia, trace the open Fields for Bread, and seek shelter in a Clift beneath some hanging Rock, (where bleak Winds grumbled round his careful Head, and Waters murmured in the hollow Chasms) than live in Courts without her, where Wealth, Pomp, Pride, Luxury, and Ease, with the gaudy shows of Honour, tempted the Mercenary Soul to abandon that settled peace of Mind, which the Company of her we love, and a moderate fortune never fails to bestow. My Uncle now saw 'twas too late to raise Objections, and unwillingly consented to the Match on these Conditions, that I should show no signs of aversion for his Person, (for he had the goodness to pretend to a Love of my welfare) and that upon the first Day of the second Year after his Marriage, he should add fifty thousand to the number of Malcors already given.  
Thus Aratus secured himself, for by the continued Poverty of my Husband, he weakened the power of Revenge. For, Madam, the form of Government in Marintha differs from that of Fabria, and there Men often do themselves Justice without having recourse to Law, while the Prince (whose Authority is limited by the People, or a chosen number invested with the power of the whole) winks at these Outrages, and sees the strong overthrow the injured weak, without offering to disturb the course of either.  
In the mean time I was kept wholly ignorant of these Transactions, and was strangely surprised when (after a consinement of two long Years, where I was seen by none, but my old Governess) the Gay, the Joyful, blessed Valentio entered. I thought he too had forgot me, and those sparkles of Love he had kindled in my Breast  my Imprisonment, were now almost extinguished, or at least burnt so faintly, I scarce perceived the flame. The amorous Youth fell upon his Knees, darted his Eyes on mine, sighed, and (with a voice that would have charmed a departing Soul back to Life) said, does the Divine Delia remember her slave Valentio? Can she believe I love her? That my long absence was an effect of necessity, not the will of my Heart? And that now she has liberty, if she can but Love. My surprise at the unexpected accident made me uneasy, I felt a new Pleasure, and had a perfect remembrance of my past troubles, knew not what to answer, and wished he'd consult my Eyes, for the resolves of my yet wavering Soul. In this confusion of the mind he grasped my Hand, forced it to his Mouth, and kissed it with the Fever of a violent Lover, conjured me to remember how I had been used, to consult my reason before I spoke, and to make use of that opportunity which kind Heaven lent me, lest my Uncle's humour altered to the worse, made him for ever Miserable, and gave me no hopes of better Fortune than I now enjoyed. As he spoke, Aratus entered, and with a sour Countenance told me he had always shown himself a kind Parent, and he came now to give me (in his consent to my Marriage with Valentio) a sensible mark of that affection he ever had for me. This pleasant turn of sporting Fate elevated my Heart, joy sparkled in my Face, and tho' my reason could not find the Cause of this quick change, yet I was eased, because I had no ground to doubt the validity of that Proof, which fell within the Cognizance of my senses. Then looking on him I loved, I blushing answered, his Choice was to me a Guide, and I should not be wanting in my endeavours to esteem the Man he designed my Husband. The surly old Man seemed pleased with what I said, and calling my Gouvernantée aside, they both withdrew.  
When he was gone, the wonderful Valentio failed not to thank me for my compliance, and spoke all that a Man who loved to excess could utter to the Mistress of his Soul, and I forgot not to weigh his Merit. You may wonder, dear Madam, at the easy conquest, and that not having mentioned this Godlike Youth during my Confinement, I should now so suddenly resign my Heart, and dote upon his Charms. But to remove that, consider my Years at parting; that from my infancy, I had more tenderness and esteem for him, than for the rest of Mankind, and that he being then very young, his person and the beauties of his Soul, were bettered in the space of two Years; of this last, I modestly informed him, and he (who never spoke otherwise than he believed) swore mine surprised him, that I was ever the wonder of my Sex, and that Nature had spent the time of my long imprisonment, in perfecting that noble Work she had begun with so much Art.  
In a few days we were married, and my Uncle (who could dissemble handsomely) seemed well satisfied with all that past, while I (who was wholly ignorant of what my Valentio had done for me) promised to myself an age of Joys, and eternity of Peace and Happiness to come. My young Husband's Love increased with the number of his Days, and time that wastes all things, served to augment the force of his flame; for me he seemed to live, and if at any time my nature was disordered, it wrought that effect upon his Soul, which Minds united for each other know. His humour spoke his heart susceptible of Love, and capable of any tender impressions, subject to anger, to revenge a stranger, and formed by bounteous Nature for a Lover. In the day time he was ever nigh me, sighed and swore he ne'er could Love too well, that I deserved the esteem of all Mankind, and had Eyes of force to melt a savage Heart, teach those inclined to War, practised in deeds of horror, and conversant in blood, to long and languish after softer Pleasures. In the Night he seemed uneasy for nothing but the privation of Light, and when the Sun appeared he'd gaze upon my Charms, and bless the day that brought us first together. Then surrounding my panting Body with his trembling Arms, he'd smile upon me, and swear by all the Powers above, and by myself, that no time or accident should e'er deface my lovely form which the young god had rooted in his Heart; if withering Age came on, and Nature failed, or laid waste the field of Beauty, he'd call to mind the present happy minute, fetch it back from the boundless heap of Years long fled, and place it before his Eyes, renew his weakened Love, and dote upon his charming Delia, with all the long of a hot young Lover, who can ne'er be blest enough; my Eyes should kindle dying flames, we should embrace like Youth, and burn with equal Fires.  
Thus have we lain and blest our mutual Fortunes, heard the cold North Winds battering against the Windows, and shivering Oxen lowing in the Plains, the Birds chirping on the Battlements; and bleeting Lambs proclaiming double wants, the Trees crackling against each other, and tender Blossoms wafted throw the Air. Then have we shrinkt, locked ourselves together, breathed quick and low, and laughed at distant Storms, forgot the chilling Airs that raged abroad, and played and wantoned on the yielding Downs.— But ah! this charming Scene how soon it fled! How quick time flew to finish so much Bliss! He showed his hoary Head, and moved like Age, to make us think he would have longer stayed, but while we looked about and dreamt no loss, he mounted straight and left us in distress. For six Months had scarce elapsed, when my Husband began to droop, sigh when he looked upon me, frequent the solitary Walks, and languish under a Disease unknown. This gave me a thousand Fears, I loved as when first the Priest saluted me a Wife, and wished me happy in a married State, and that melancholy which possessed my dear Valentio became Epidemic, the Servants looked like Ghosts of Men, and I seemed the reverse of Woman, or something on this side or beyond Humanity, my curled Locks hanged loosely in the Air, no smiles adorned my brow, my Beauties fled, and Love seemed just a dying. A thousand times I asked the Cause, and with Tears in my Eyes conjured him to lay open his Heart, to hid none of his thoughts from Delia, whose very Soul he knew devoted his; that if he loved me not, why would he not tell me so, and make me happy when he meant me ill, for the kill sound would reach my fore-boding Heart, and like sudden Thunder fright and strike me dead. He still swore he loved me, that his melancholy proceeded from some indisposition of his Body, and begged I'd inquire no further into the Cause; with Tears in my Eyes I left him, and all my looks spoke my Soul uneasy.  
In the mean time, my poor Valentio became a shadow, his Heart was in perpetual agitation, and heaved his anxious Breast, as if the mighty secret had struggled for a Vent. I observed this with incredible Pain, and used all the arts which Love inspired to extract the hidden Mystery. At last (when even Nature you'd thought nodded, as if the Globe would have slipped through her Fingers, and crushed our sleeping Antipodes) as in Bed we lay, I urged my griefs again, bid him remember how I still had loved, the joys of that Night, when smiling Hymen gave his wished consent, how I lay fainting in his Arms sick with pleasure, yet willing to advance his, and welcoming the new Joy whose fierceness almost drowned me, how eagerly he grasped me, how he pressed my Lips, and set my Soul on fire, when past flames had half consumed its strength. He (who now considered, how constantly I shared in all his wishes) melted into Love, laid aside the Heart of stubborn Man, took me in his Arms, sighed, and cried, Ah Delia I am ruined!— Thou undone!— And cursed Valentio is the cause of all!  
'Tis needless, Madam, to repeat what followed, besides my strength at present tells me, I must be concise. He informed me of what had passed between him and Arates before the Marriage, that his Creditors were become uneasy, that his Friends had abandoned him, because he had acted in that affair without consent or advice, and nothing could secure him but a speedy flight. I believed myself miserable, fallen low from the height of happiness, and spent the tedious Night in Tears, while he (whose cares were equal to my own) conjured me by that Love I bore him, to undergo patiently that load of Poverty, to which his indiscretion had brought me, to forget the scenes of past Loves, and to rely upon Arates (who could not choose but relent) for a return of Fortune; Love was the cause, and the Crime was easily pardoned; the weight of his griefs lessened the sense of my own, and the throbbings of his oppressed Heart, stunned my Soul almost into a Lethargy. I embraced him a thousand times, swore the possession of his Heart repaid the loss of Wealth, and I'd show the Courage of an Amazon, under my new Misfortune; begged he'd tender his own safety, and remember that when Valentio died, his Delia too was lost.  
At last the unwelcome Day appeared, and the afflicted youth seemed plunged in an abyss of Despair. O gods! How often he did clasp me in his Arms, gaze upon me, and sigh as if he would have sunk into Eternity, his racked. Soul shook his tender frame, and in the labour forced Tears from his eyes, which the manly Youth strove to hid, and tossed in a Sea of o'rewhelming cares, removed the signs of weakness from my sight. Then starting from my embraces he'd cry, must I leave my Delia? Must I be damned to the boundless pains of an eternal Banishment— Oh can I abandon Heaven in view? And shut myself for ever from the joys of Paradise?— Oh my Guardian Angel, take me once more into thy Bosom, give a new life to my fainting Heart, and teach me to forget my past happiness, or at least to be insensible of my coming torment; hush my warring Soul to rest, and let me dream no more of what I'm doomed to suffer.— But ah, my Delia! My all! Thou better part of divided Valentio, I must leave thee, the curse of Poverty drives me from thy Arms, and the jealous gods have envied my past happiness. I must wander from myself, for if I retain my strength of judgement, I carry Hell about me— But sure my kind Memory won't in this exigency forsake me, she'll stand the first shock of Fortune's Malice, and prompt me on to madness, awake me from a Lethargy of sorrow, and by presenting thee to my view, give a new edge to my Afflictions; divide Valentio from the Husband, and oppress me with a double load, send me raving into the other World, cursing my Stars, my Fortune, nay— the gods, but most of all myself— yet blessing thee.  
In this afflicting juncture my Courage failed me. I saw misery before me, and thought myself already contemned and trampled upon, by every Fool, whose Fortune (not Merit) had bestowed upon him a larger stock of Wealth than mine; for Virtue when o'erclouded with Poverty gains no esteem, and he that's poor may speak like an Oracle, yet unregarded, while the rich (whose wit will hardly allow him the title of a Man) speaks weighty Sentences, is applauded by cringing fawning Knaves, and bubl'd into a Love of his own ignorance. Poor Valentio, read my thoughts in my Eyes, and (after a deep sigh that expressed sorrow to the life) he fell into a new Delirium, exclaimed against just Heaven, and wished for Thunder from the gods incensed, to drive his tortured Soul unto the shades; that the Centre would open and swallow down his Body, or falling Mountains hid his guilty Head. Then reflecting on what he had said, he begged Heaven's pardon for himself, and protection for his weeping Delia; took me into his Arms, laid my Head to his beating Heart, and conjured me (in the name of all the gods) to forgive him, to Love him much, or else forget him soon.— Now, divine Sirena, let me drop the Curtain, and hid a Scene so moving, that my frighted Soul starts at the view. We loved and parted, and let that express the whole.  
When he was gone, my cares for him increased, I had forgot a thousand things I had to say to him, nor could I tell to what Country he designed to commit himself. My Uncle (by Nature cruel) smiled at my misery, and I had no comfort but the Tears of my Servants; of that too I robbed myself, and discharged them all, excepting one Maid who had been with me from my infancy. His incensed Creditors seized upon his Estate, and I withdrew to a humble House (some days Journey from that place) where I lived unknown, and secured from sharpest wants by Jewels of considerable value, which my Valentio had left me.  
In a few Months I brought a Son into the World, and tho' I saw not a Fortune sufficient to maintain him like the Heir of the great Valentio, yet I was o'erjoyed at this Gift of Heaven, and methought I read already in his Face the features of his Godlike Father; yet this comfort was scarce able to allay my griefs; I sighed for my absent Husband, and consumed whole Nights in Prayers for his safety. Thus I lived without any change of Fortune, till one Morning as I sat by a River's side, and recounted my past ills, I espied on Horseback one of my old Servants. This sharpened my memory, and brought Valentio to my Soul, with all his graces and ravishing looks about him. But as I began to create this soothing Phantom, the Man approached; and with a merry Countenance told me Arates was dead. That to me he had left his Fortune, and that Heaven thought it fitting to reward my Virtue and Constancy. This News brought more grief than joy; for I no sooner remembered my sudden flight to Happiness, than I considered my Husband's absence. If he had been present how blessed we had grown, Friends had increased with our Fortune, and Love had Crowned our joys.  
In a few days I possessed my Father's House, where his Brother had made me so long a Prisoner, and was visited by most of the Quality in the Country, and amongst those Valentio's Relations, all wished the Youth at home, but none yet knew that Kingdom in which he resided. A midst this pomp I found my Love for him held the first place in my Breast. Music increased my melancholy, and Scenes of mirth fanned the passion to a height. At last another change befell me, which in short was this.  
My Son was indisposed, and I had laid him upon the Bed, where soon after falling asleep, I was obliged to endeavour the same state of silence to secure his; so that in a few Minutes (my Maids having quit the Room for fear of giving disturbance) my senses were partly hushed, and I lay by him in that Condition, which speaks the Soul not perfectly awake, or capable of producing a series of coherent thoughts, yet not wholly o'ercome with the weight of drowsy Nature. I had spent five tedious Years alone without any real comfort, but the smiles of my Lovely Infant, and therefore dreamt my poor Valentio dead. Methought I saw him pale and trembling at my Bed's side, accusing me of that I ne'er committed; then threatening sad revenge for injured Honour, yet in his fury still withheld by Love. This suddenly roused my wandering Judgement, and starting with the quick return of scattered thoughts, I leapt from the Bed, called for Valentio, sought him through the Room, as if I had really seen him, then laughing at my own frenzy, I retired into my Closet, where (to my infinite surprise) a Cavalier (nobly dressed) caught me in his Arms, and cried, Oh Delia! Delia!— I have thee— I see thee— my Reason runs to madness with excess of Joy, and I could sink beneath the vast load of soothing pleasure. The Charming voice soon informed my watchful Soul.— Oh gods!— Oh too kind Heaven! (I cried) my Husband!— my Valentio!— my Love! Oh what shall I say? gladness confounds me, and ● am dumb with ecstasy. To express this meeting, Madam, I need say no more than that our Tears of Joy were as numerous as those of sorrow at our parting, when we never dreamt of being blest again. My hasty impatient fancy started a thousand questions, which spoke my love outrun my tardy Judgement, and he (who had as much to ask as myself) answered in one word, and made new demands in the next. We gazed on each other, then embraced, kissed the dear pledge of our Loves (who was now awake) sighed, and billed again like cooing Turtles in a shady Grove, where peeping lights inform them storms are past, and they may perch again on loftier Boughs. When the first transports were over, I informed him of my. Fortunes, and he (to oblige me) gave this succinct and Cursory account of his absence.   

WHen I left thee (my lovely Delia) I felt all those pains which could possess a tender Soul; one who had loved, and made the Centre of his wishes miserable, while her goodness (that permitted her not to complain) showed (in more lively colours) the horror of his guilt. I had not before that time examined my own resolutions, and being wholly indifferent in what Country I spent the remainder of hated life, I rid some days rather a confused Wanderer, than a formal or resolved Traveller. At last I arrived (after 7 Months spent on the way) at a Frontier Town of Peru-alta, and there having learned the Language of the Country, I went to the Camp, where the present King Pharnaces resided in Person. I had not stayed long,  opportunity offered herself to my advantage, Fortune courted my wishes, and presented the Enemy to our view. We encountered, and (my losses having taught me how to value my Person) I did more than solid Reason could assent to, and had the honour to save my General when dismounted, and almost trod to death by the Enemy's Horse, who rushed on in joyful crowds at their seeming Victory, not coveting blood so much as a noble Prisoner. This piece of service gained me his acquaintance and esteem, and his Kinsman (the haughty young Antharsus) showed me not a few signs of his good will. But Winter soon followed the Battle, and the Scene (where honour was to be got) withdrew, and left the impatient Youth of the Army in their Winter Quarters, wishing a return of the Year, that Mars would again show his Head, and rouse their dying Spirits. When that time came, my grateful General, who remembered my past actions, gave me the Command of five hundred Horse. And having received Orders to view the posture of the Enemy, I found myself encompassed in a Wood by a greater Number. My men shrunk when first assaulted, and offered to secure themselves by flight. But seeing that resistance I made with the remaining few, and finding the way stopped, they became more resolute, and turned to sell their lives for dearbought honour. In this Engagement I lost three hundred and fifty Soldiers, killed of the Enemy seven hundred and nine, and returned to the Camp with sourscore Prisoners, of which he that commanded the adverse Party was one. The General (who was more o'er joyed at my success than myself) swore such an Action as this deserved to be eternally remembered, and next day presented me to the King, at which time I had the Honour to kiss his Hand, and to be styled the Soul of his Army. Reduan (for that was the General's name) extolled my Valour to the Skies, and the Queen (who was present) readily answered she believed all, for the Countenance of the Noble Stranger spoke his Praises to the World,  he opened his mouth. I thanked her with that respect her Quality inspired, and her Daughter (the Princess Almeria) whose Eyes were fixed on mine, blushed as I spoke.  
Fortune (not yet wearied of doing good) brought me once more into the Field, where I saved the King's Life twice in one hour, and was at Night preferred to the Post of Captain of his Majesty's Guards, Gentleman of the Bedchamber, and Knight of the Dacian Order. Almanzor's Fortune never equalled mine, for in less than six weeks after my Advancement, I beat the Enemy thrice; and at last drove them to the necessity of suing for a Peace. The old King still entrusting me with his Army, while the generous Reduan (wearied with the Toils of War) attended his Prince's person, and saw the youth of Peru-alta sweeting in blood for the smiles of that airy Mistress, Honour, of who's favour and friendship he himself had been long possessed.  
Things being at last composed to Pharnaces advantage, he abandoned the hardships of a Camp for the softer pleasures of a Palace, and fixed his moving Court on the Banks of the River Sappho. I had a stately Apartment assigned me within the Gates, and at Night felt myself a Prisoner in a guilded Cage; thou my Dear Delia filled my Soul, I thought I saw thee pensive and alone, despised by all, and shunned by those who knew thee, without Friends and without me, reflecting on thy past happiness, and mourning the present state; I've sighed for thee till my heaving Heart has shaken the tottering Bed, and waking implored the Pity of the Gods, or if I dreamt, my Soul was with her I loved, surveyed her Charms, and returned to glad my longing Heart, which too soon found out the tempting Cheat, and weeped because it no longer cozened.  
One Night while I lay in this Melancholy condition, a small noise on the Stairs surprised me, immediately after my door was opened, and I could see the Queen enter my Chamber with a light in her hand. I feigned a dead sleep, and she who took it for real, approached my Bed without any signs of fear. Stood almost motionless, gazed upon me, sighed, and then retired. This odd sort of visit very much affected me, and tho' I had some grounds to suspect the Cause, yet it gave me matter enough for a great many reflections. But while I dived into this Mystery, my Door was a second time set open, and I could hear a Woman's Foot press the floor, who after a short stay withdrew, and suddenly re-entered with a Candle, coming to my Bed's side, she showed the Beauties of an Angel. She had a lose embroidered Nightgown about her, which sometimes flew open, and discovered to the View a thousand ravishing Charms, her tender Shapes glanced through the fine wrought Shift, and almost gave Enjoyment by the sight, and I had no doubt shown myself awake, if she had not in a few Minutes abandoned the Room. When she was gone, how soon did Delia's lovelier form check my wandering fancy, and I damned my past wishes when I thought of thee. Thy Beauties still surmounts hers, and that of all Women, and Almeria (for 'twas she) soon vanished from my Soul.  
Next morning the King, Queen, and Princes went a Hunting, attended by most of the Nobility. As we passed a spacious Heath some Miles from Court, it was my Fortune to ride next to her Majesty; she eyed me with a pleasant Countenance, and told me she presumed by my looks, I came abroad to catch Hearts, that my Eyes had tenderness in them, and I could not fail of gaining some Fair Prisoner. This obliging discourse put me to the Blush, and I was at a loss for some time what to answer. While she, who was no stranger to intrigue and Gallantry, reassumed the discourse, and told me that I was not obliged to study for an answer, since one kind look, or bewitching smile, was enough to repay a thousand such compliments. Adding, she supposed I was Born a stranger to Peru-alta, I owed my Birth to some colder Climate, where Love was not the grand business of the Nation, that with them such addresses were common, that she was not yet very old, and the King already doted. Believe me Delia I knew not how to answer; the Lechery of the Royal Bawd exceeded what I e'er had seen in all my travels: But just as I was ready to speak, (and the sparkling of her Eyes informed me she wanted a return) the King approached, and I blest my Stars for the lucky hit. With the first opportunity I chose another Road, and fell into a new snare, studying to evite the old. For Almeria (who had seen me with her Mother) smiling asked me, if the Charms of a Queen had gained my Heart, if Majesty and Power could do more than Youth, and a moderate portion of Beauty. This strange Method very much surprised me, I had considered but faintly the natures of these Ladies, and almost fancied the King's Jealousy the cause of all, that they flattered to try me, and seemed fond to advance my ruin. However as I was about to reply, Antharsus came galloping up, and I was opportunely relieved from a second Dilemma. He showed a vast submission to the Princess' Commands, and the least of his Actions spoke his care to please, yet he did all with an Air that spoke him inwardly proud, and of a surly disposition. Almeria fretted at the accident, and by her Conversation gave him undoubted marks of her displeasure. The haughty young Soldier easily observed it, and guest the cause. The Natives of that Country are generally blacker than those of Merintha, and a Man of my Complexion seemed a Demi-God amongst them. Next day I had a Note sent me to this purpose.  
SIR,  
If you are the same you'd have yourself esteemed, meet me two hours hence, (armed only with your Sword) on the Meadow by the River's side, where, in the same Condition and without Attendants, you will find  
Antharsus.  
This did not much surprise me, I knew the Cause, he envied my Fortune, and judged I had robbed him of his Honour, and that esteem the King and Army had of him, but most of all he grudged me Reduan's favour and Almeria's. In the mean time I failed not to wait upon him, and without a recital of Particulars, know, I got Victory on my side, for after he had received three Wounds, he fell with his Sword in his Hand. I soon ordered the Body to be taken up, and in my Coach (which waited at a small distance) sent him to his Apartment in the Court. Then going strait to the King, I fell upon my Knees, begged his Pardon, and confessed the truth of what had past. The old Man weighed not the Challenge sent me, and giving way to his passion, commanded me instantly to Prison. I laid my Sword at my Prince's Feet, and without murmuring obeyed. At Night (when all was hushed) Almeria came to see me, she urged her Love, the hazard she run for this dear Visit, bid me hope for sudden Freedom, and swore she'd abandon the prospect of being a Queen, rather than I should suffer. While she spoke the generous Reduan entered, and seeing the Princess, was about to retire; but she kindly called him back, told him she was fully assured of his Honesty and Friendship, and would conceal nothing from him; my Friend begged her Pardon and mine for the indiscretion of his Kinsman, and (knowing the Prince's mind) added he was glad of that choice she had made, for no Man could better fill the Throne of Pharnaces, than the Warlike Valentio, (for I had not changed my Name, because assured none knew from whence I came) that my Conduct spoke my Quality answerable to my Fortune, and my Courage fit for Empire. The Royal Maid was pleased with what he said, and in the mean time asked him what expedient he could propose for my Liberty? he (who ever esteemed me beyond my Merit) advised her to confess to her Father that affection she had for me, which in the first place would secure my Life, if his Kinsman (who was dangerously wounded) died; and Pharnaces having no more Children, could not (with reason safe) cross her inclinations too far, lest he should endanger her Health. Kind Almeria at first was silent, but consulting Love, she gave consent; desiring Reduan first to speak favourably of me, and give him a hint of her passion, that she might not have the first shock of his fury, which would undoubtedly follow the unlooked for News.  
The General failed not to obey, and Pharnaces (naturally hasty) stormed at what he heard, wondered he should favour the murderer of his Kinsman, and a stranger, and swore my Life should answer for the Crime committed. My good old Friend alleged, he ought not to consider Valentio as a Foreigner, but the preserver of his Life and Honour, and one who possessed the affection of his Soldiers and Daughter; as he pronounced these last Words the Princess entered, and by her Tears mollified the stubborn old Man; (for those subject to sudden anger are easily persuaded) you may believe, my Delia, I longed to be informed of the success, and was pleasantly surprised when my Lieutenant entered, showed my Keeper his Orders, restored me my Sword, and told me I was again a Favourite. I knew this sudden Change an effect of Almeria's Love, Reduan's Friendship, and the Queen's Dotage, for as I was informed afterwards by herself, she forgot not to intercede for me with her easy Husband; Pharnaces received me with a calm brow, the Daughter blushed, and the Mother bid me by her looks consider her as the Author of my Liberty. I was divided amongst them, thou (my Dear) possessed my Heart, Almeria my esteem, Reduan my Friendship and Gratitude, and the Queen my pity with a mixture of aversion. In the evening I went along with the General, and saw Antharsus showed my grief for my own good Fortune, begged he'd believe me his wellwisher, and swore I was ready to serve him at all times, and upon all occasions.  
A few days after the King took me aside, and having called for Reduan, we entered his Closet, though not before Orders given to acquaint the thronging Courtiers, that he was not to be seen. Valentio (said he with a kind air) my Daughter loves you too much, and though I have that esteem for you which all good Men have, yet I should be sorry, if I were obliged to give my Crown to a Man who has none of my Progenitors blood in his Veins, besides my Subjects will never submit patiently to the Government of a stranger. Advise with your Friend and mine, and (if possible) find a method by which I may be secured from my just fears, and Almeria's too violent passion may be kept a secret. I readily proposed my absence, to which he and Reduan seemed much averse, and forced me to second thoughts. I had concealed my Marriage from them both, and was now irresolute if I should inform them; but finding no other way to escape, I confessed the truth, told them, I had a Wife with the Face of an Angel, and the perfections of a goddess, one whom I could never cease to Love, and for whose sake I would abandon more than Empire. Pharnaces rejoiced at the Discovery, and generous Reduan was rather pleased than incensed, because (as he said) I had Courage without extravagant Ambition, and a real Love without the base allay of Interest. The King (who was not long a plotting what next to do) conjured me to bring thee to Court, that nothing would sooner quench Almeria's flame, than to see me fond of another, whom I was more powerfully obliged to Love; that I should ever be Master of my present fortune, and as opportunity offered, he'd advance me to a greater, that he was loath to lose so good a Friend and Soldier, and if I left the Court without designing a speedy return, his Daughter would think it an effect of his Commands, and would for ever impute the loss to him, languish for my absence, and murmur at his cruelty; that if my Delia's presence did not convince her of her error, he'd afterwards bestow upon me a competency for Life, and I should retire to what corner of the World I pleased. I left thee without a Fortune, I was ignorant of what Heaven had done for thee, and in a word, I embraced the offer. I kissed the Queen's Hand, and that of the amorous young Princess, promised to return in a few Months, saw Antharsus in the way to perfect Health, and left the constant, kind Reduan sorrowful for my absence. On the road I had a thousand Fears for thy safety, and when I dreamt thee Well, I joyed because my relenting Stars had made me Master of a Fortune suitable to thy Quality, tho' not Merit.  
When I crossed the River of Tara, which divides Merintha from Amula, I was informed of Arates' death, and coming strait to this House, I was told by your faithful Maid Melissa, that you was in this Chamber alone, concealing the Story of my little Son, that you might glad my Soul with the welcome News. When I entered, I found you upon the Bed, and espying the Hat and Feather beyond you, (the obscure light, for the Curtains were drawn, denying a full view of his Face) I had a thousand sudden Fears, I thought thee false, and in a height of unaccountable passion drew my Sword, with a design to punish the Treachery.— But oh, ye merciful gods! how ravished I was to know myself deceived; for while▪ I struggled between sudden Passion, Love, and the weak remains of dying Reason, the lovely Boy moved. Pardon, O my Delia, (continued he, and taking me in his Arms) this Crime, which nothing but excess of Love can excuse, and believe, that, satisfied and persuaded of thy fidelity, I retired into the Closet, with that joy at my Heart, which none can know till doubly blessed like me.  
Here he ended his Relation, and I felt the motions of my Heart, which are not easily expressed. I grieved the easiness of his Nature, that by a seeming guilt suffered his Reason to be dispossessed, that unheard, he could resolve to punish, and without Trial pronounce my Doom. Yet these thoughts were soon removed, when I remembered his constancy, how for me he had renounced the hopes of a Crown, and for the smiles of a Wife, abandoned courting Majesty. But that which most racked me, was the necessity I lay under, of traveiling to Peru-alta; I formed to myself a frightful Idea of the Court, dreaded the Queen and Princess, and thought Valentio already forced from my Arms between them. But then remembering how far his Honour was engaged, how gratitude forced his return, and that he'd forfeit life sooner than his Promise; how the King esteemed him, how Reduan loved him, and the interest his eminent Services had gained him in the Nation; I began by quick degrees to change those thoughts, for others more agreeable. In a word, Madam, after a few Weeks we began our Journey, and because nothing of consequence happened on the Road, (excepting that Melissa lay three days sick) I shall change the Scene, and in a minute, place myself at the Court of Pharnaces. The King swore himself o'erjoyed at my Husband's Arrival, Reduan showed a constant Friendship, the Queen smiled, and Almeria alone seemed dejected. She upbraided Valentio with Treachery, because he had dissembled his real Circumstances; yet said she forgave him, seeing the Charms of his happier Delia sufficiently excused the Crime. The Youth at Court came frequently to see me, and Antharsus (who by the King's special Command was reconciled to my Husband) made always one in the Crowed. He seemed very much to affect my Maid, and believe me, Madam, she outdid all the Beauties at Court. The Princess, ('tis true) was lovely, and had a singular Majesty in all her Actions, yet not so powerful in the assault of a Heart as Melissa.  
Things stood not long in this Posture, for my Husband's ancient Enemy still retained a perfect remembrance of the affront put upon him, and studying revenge, at last this opportunity offered. The General and Valentio were discoursing concerning the Natures of Women, the constancy of some, and the weakness of others, if the Causes proceeded from the disposition of the Body, or the Mind; and if any Man could assure himself of his Wife's fidelity, Reduan (according to his usual goodness) swore my Husband was happy, that he believed his Delia's Virtue proof against the strongest Temptation, and I seemed Mistress of a Judgement of force to beat off those assaults, which (with incredible ease) would overturn the resolutions of others. Valentio thanked him for this Compliment; and Antharsus swore all Women were fickle as the Winds; he'd debauch her, that pretended most to Chastity, and banish Virtue from her thoughts in less than three Days; that modesty with our Sex, was but a Cloak to private Sins, our Nature's wavering (or rather veering) towards the point of Vice, and withheld only by a fond Love of Reputation, which exactly weighed, is rather innate Pride. The General showed his dislike of what he said, and calmly bid him consult his Reason  he spoke; but my Husband who took impatiently every thing that came from him, and who knew the words levelled against himself in particular, told him (with anger in his looks) that Delia was proof against him and all Men, that he should have access to his House, and if I changed my Love, or endangered his Honour, he'd forfeit his Life. Antharsus suddenly replied, 'twas too great a Wager, but he'd lay his Fortune at stake, (a common Bet in that Country) that Valentio should absent himself for three Days, and at his return receive undeniable proofs of his error in trusting to a Woman. Honest Reduan chid his Kinsman, and opposed the budding mischief. But my Husband (confident of my Conduct) was resolute, and swore he would not upon any terms desist; and that a few Days would experimentally teach the young Man, not to trust too much to his Merit, or to over-rate his Person or Parts.  
Valentio soon writ to me, by which I was informed, he had received sudden Orders from the King, that he was obliged to visit a Town some Miles distant, and I should not expect his return till the fourth Day following Antharsus (already half assured of success) came immediately to see me, and took care that most of his acquaintance should have notice of his Visit, he frequented the Windows, and upon every trivial Occasion fooled me thither, that all might know us together: At Night he entered privately, and finding Melissa in her Chamber, he renewed his Addresses to her, she (whom Ambition had blinded) had scarce the power to deny him any thing. He swore boundless Love for her, and seemed to desire nothing more than a speedy Marriage between them. With this bait he easily deluded the credulous Maid, and gave her large presents to confirm her in the mistake. On the other hand, he proposed no other proof of her affection, than the delivery of that thing which her Mistress most esteemed, and which she knew Valentio had given me. She readily complied, and (while I slept) stole the Key of my Cabinet, taking from thence this Cross which now you see, and which my Husband had given me when he fled from Merintha. The young Man (glad of his feigned Victory) gave her a Jewel of a considerable value, conjured her to conceal this Transaction from all the World, and retired to his own Apartment, eased because he had begun his Rival's ruin.  
When Valentio returned, he saw too soon the stolen mark of fictitious Conquest, and believed me base. He dissembled all when in my Company, tho' not so well as to blind my fore-boding Soul. I asked the cause of his discontent, and he reassumed his old excuse, want of Health. Thus we lived, I was ignorant of what had passed, he jealous and tormented, Melissa glad of her coming Fortune, and Antharsus fond of his own Villainy. The Nights were spent with different passions on all sides, and Day was always welcome to my watchful Soul.  
One Morning the lost Valentio asked me if I would go with him into the Fields: I readily consented, and having seated ourselves in the Coach, we drove a Mile by the River's side, and then alighted. Sorrow pressed his Brow, and his looks spoke his Heart plunged in grief; yet still methought I read anger (or rather gloomy revenge) in his Eyes. We walked another whole Mile without exchange of Words, and my Heart (sinking with the sudden apprehension of some coming mischief) taught me to expect greater troubles than yet I had known. While thus we walked he caught me in his Arms, cried aloud, This for my Honour lost! Now Love Antharsus! Then threw me headlong down the hanging Bank. The Streams with mercy yet received me, and my  kept me afloat, till a Neighbouring Shepherd came to my relief. The poor Man took me home to his House, and made use of Remedies within his Power to bring me back to Life. When my Reason reassumed its Seat, I enquired of my deliverer, if any other Man appeared to save me from sinking, and he assured me he had seen none. 'Tis not easy, Madam, to guests my Pains. I remembered every word my Husband spoke, when he plunged me into the River; how furiously he looked, and how his Eyeballs rolled, that I was innocent, his Cruelty even beyond his Nature, that he had long designed my Death, and that Repentance had not immediately followed the act, since he had not stayed to afford me help when I struggled in the Water. Yet after all I loved him, 'twas that tormented my Soul, and I could have died that very moment, if the desire of evincing my Innocence had not o'erruled that of Life.  
In the mean time I was not to be found at Court; Antharsus industriously gave out, that Valentio had murdered his Wife; and the King, who thought it an effect of ambition, and a design to make way for his Marriage with Almeria, easily believed what was said, and gave immediate orders for his close Confinement. Now careless of Life and Honour, (since by his own Hands he had destroyed what his Soul yet doted on) frankly confessed the Crime laid to his charge, and tho' the Queen, the Princess, and sorrowful Reduan used their interest with Pharnaces▪ he was nevertheless brought to his Trial, and Condemned to lose his Head at his own Gate. The false Melissa did not yet grieve for what she had done, and urged Antharsus to the performance of his promise. The proud Youth was startled with the proposal, and considering the vast distance between a Princess and a serving Maid, he showed her not a few signs of contempt. She observed this, and to hector him into Compliance and good Nature, alleged the service she had done him, his Vows, and the opportunity she had to render him infamous by a full discovery. He, who feared nothing more, and who scrupled not to add one Crime to another, run her against the Table with his Sword, and so left her, pleased by a greater mischief to conceal a lesser. Melissa (now mortally wounded) faintly called for assistance; and Reduan with several Officers entering, she confessed her guilt, told them Antharsus had used her thus for fear of a discovery, begged my Husband's Pardon, (though absent) and soon after died. I had sent the poor Shepherd every day to Court, where (his Wife being a Nurse) he got certain information of all that past; and I was acquainted with this Accident, almost as soon as it happened. Then it was I went to see Valentio— Pardon, Madam, this too concise way of relating my Story; but the remembrance of that Joy he showed, when he knew me alive, adds to my present pain, and makes me more sensible of my loss. Besides, I find the kind Sister extends her welcome Arm to cut my thread of Life. I have no more time than serves to inform you; Antharsus fled, My Husband was set at Liberty. We left Peru-alta as soon as possible, and designing to visit Fabria in our return to Merintha, that storm arose when we were upon the Coast, which robbed me of my Son and Husband.— Oh Valentio!— I come!— now I'm— happy.—  
This said, she immediately died, and one Moment finished her story, and her unfortunate Life. The Duke and Duchess were sorry for her Death, and in a few days she was laid in the same Grave with her Valentio. Manderina had waited upon her too when alive, and during that small space of time, we renewed our Ancient Friendship; she asked me concerning my Brother, and wished him success at Coloa; I wished her happiness, but not in the Arms of Martius, and she (not inclined that way so much as I had suspected) smiled, and said, he deserved my Love but not hers; to me he showed himself a Prisoner, but to her a Rover; and one whom no Beauty could fix, or Charms confine. Artaxus informed me by his Letters, that Indoretta still proved kind, that Fernanthus Duke of Meroa (a mad piece of Quality) was his dangerous Rival, because assisted with Mangroa's Authority, that he was obliged to live too incognito, and did not yet know when he would return.— Now, my dear Timandra, my Story draws towards a fatal Period, my Misfortunes exceed yours, and my Ruin was completed by envious Destiny, in less than twenty days after the death of unfortunate Delia.  
My Welcome Lover had come to see me at the usual hour, and after some time spent in my Company descended again into the Garden. Bonzeda it seems waited there with a design to serenade me, and approached the Window just as Martius was upon the foot of his supple Stairs. The Youth finding himself surprised, and not knowing their intention, or whom they were, drew his Sword, and laid the unwary Count dead at his feet. Xensa (who was not yet asleep, and too soon heard the noise) came running down the back Stairs; but not examining the Party or the Cause, he chose the weakest side, and was killed by Bonzeda's Servants,  he had well entered the Garden. Poor Martius still defended himself, and the back door being suddenly broke open, a Cavalier rushed in to his assistance. The clashing of the Swords, with the confused Shrieks and Oaths of those engaged, awaked both Families, and now a bloody Combat commenced (or rather was renwed) the Count's Servants fought to revenge their Master's full, and my Lover for his Liberty. At last he was a Conqueror, and the Enemy fled. 'Twas then he had leisure to thank the Stranger for his assistance. During this bloody Scene, I had still slept, and it seems my kind Lover, (more cautious for my Reputation th●n myself) had left me in that condition, choosing rather to leave me without a word at parting than run the risk of a discovery by his stay. However, I awaked just as they entered my Chamber, and seeing Martius and my Brother (for 'twas he that had assisted him) covered with blood, I leapt from the Bed, asked the Cause, and almost raved with the sudden fright. My Lover (still anxious for me) would have concealed the truth, till he had prepared my mind for the shock; but Artaxus in few words informed me of all, and added that Ericis had seen him in Coloa; that she acquainted Meroa with it, who soon after sent him a Challenge, that he fought him, and had the fortune to kill him, that he had posted home with a design to provide himself with Money, and to settle his affairs; that as he arrived, he heard the clashing of Swords in the Garden, and forced the Door from off its hinges, to give relief to those oppressed. Madam, you may paint my griefs from your own: And tho' the loss of Constant Adrastus, exceeded that of a Father, yet to remove the inequality, I saw my Brother and my Lover obliged to abandon Fabria. However to make my misery truly equal to your own, I was robbed of Martius and Artaxus too. For they had not been gone six Months, (during which time, I received many Letters from them) when I was informed of both their deaths; the occasion of which take in few words.  
They had fled into the Province of Cathinna, where wearied with so long an absence from those they loved, they at last resolved upon a Journey home. By the way they lodged in a small Village, where (not finding conveniences for lying together as they used to do) they chose their respective ●nns. At Night my Lover's Host, discoursed the story of Xensa's and Bonzeda's death, and how young Mangroa had by his flight confessed himself guilty of the Murder. Martius was very much surprised with the Relation, and scarce thought himself safe; but being always of an invincible courage, these thoughts soon fled, and he retired to his Chamber. My Brother's fortune was almost the same; for his Hostess spent most of the Night on his Adventure concerning Fernanthus; and being at Supper with him, she said to her Husband, This Gentleman (looking on my Brother) very much resembles Young Xensa; if he is the same Fame paints him amongst us. Artaxus smiled, and soon after went to bed, where (wearied with his Journey) he fell asleep, and dreamt no more of what had past. About midnight the House was surrounded with Armed men, their leader crying, guard the Doors, and secure the Murderer. It seems, Madam, a Highway Man, who had robbed, and afterwards killed a Gentleman, ten Miles from that place, had come to the same Inn that Evening, but not known to be such, he had paid his reckoning and pursued another Road. The now Duke of Xensa surprised with the sudden noise, started from the Bed, and laid hold of his Sword, resolved either to purchase liberty, or fall in the attempt. In the mean time Martius could find no rest, he dreamt of some coming danger, yet knew not what it was, and feared my Brother's safety more than his own. At last hearing a noise in the Streets, he called his watchful Host; and enquired into the cause. He soon informed him, and the Youth (judging my Brother betrayed) half dressed, and Armed only with his Sword, run to his assistance, and came just as Artaxus had engaged with the furious Mobb, who, by his resistance, and desperate endeavour to escape, easily believed him the Robber, and used their utmost force to repel his. Young Mangroa no sooner arrived, than he made his way through the Rabble, and calling aloud for Artaxus, at last reached him. Xensa hearing his own name proclaimed, concludes they certainly knew him, and not discerning his Friend in the dark, or remembering his Voice in the hurry, he turned his Sword upon him, as his most dangerous Enemy; because next to his Person. My Lover from his resistance argued his own mistake, and sought to secure himself by the death of his Adversary.— Oh! Cruel Heavens! they both fell, my Brother was killed by my Lover, and Artaxus robbed me of Martius.— Judge of my sorrow by my misfortune, for I'm persuaded, Madam, no loss ever equalled mine. The Duchess died with sudden grief. The constant Indoretta poisoned herself, and the kind Manderina languished a few Months, and then fled into the other World. I had then retired from pomp and noise, and spent the remainder of my Years in Devotions, if my Friends had not over-persuaded me to the Contrary, and with cunning Arguments had not juggled me into a love of Liberty, and aversion to a recluse Monastic Life. However, in not abandoning the World, I had the Happiness of your acquaintance, for you came to my House, Madam, two Years after this Tragedy had been Acted.— Excuse me if I have not Writ my Letter with that Art you show in yours, or if I have dwelled too long upon the story of unhappy Delia, think 'twas my design to divert you from too serious thoughts.— I'm glad my Cousin the Abbess is your Friend; and am,   
Your, etc. Timandra.  
FINIS.