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flowed for you, thofe rocks upon which you re- 

 pofed together, ftill lament your lofs. No one, 

 fince you, has dared to cultivate this defolate fpot, 

 nor rear again thefe humble cottages. Your goats 

 have become wild ; your orchards are deftroyed ; 

 your birds have flown away ; nothing is now to 

 be heard but the cries of the hawk, flying around 

 the top of this bafon of rocks. For my part, fmcc 

 I behold you no longer, I am like a friend flirip- 

 ped of his friends, like a father who has lofl; his 

 children, like a traveller wandering along the 

 Earth, where I remain in gloomy folitude. 



As he uttered thefe words, the good old man 

 walked away, melting into tears, and mine had 

 flowed, more than once, during this melancholy 

 relation. 



END OF PAUL AND VIRGINIA, 



ARCADIA. 



