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■wiped me dry with moffes, and others fupported 

 my head with their hands. Their flaxen hair, 

 their vermiUion cheeks, their azure eyes, and that 

 celeftial fomewhat, which compaflion always por- 

 trays on thi countenance of woman, made me be- 

 lieve that I was in Heaven, and that I was at- 

 tended by the Hours, who open the gates of it, 

 day by day, for the admiffion of unfortunate mor- 

 tals. The firft emotion of my heart was to look 

 for you, and the fécond to enquire after you. 

 Oh, Cephas ! I could not have felt my happinefs 

 complete, even in Olympus, without your pre- 

 lence. But the illufion was foon over, when I 

 heard a language, barbarous and unknown to me, 

 iflue from the rofy lips of thefe young females. 

 I then recolleâ:ed, by degrees, the circumftances 

 of my fhipwreck. I arofe ; I wilhed to feek for 

 you, but knew not where to find you again. I 

 wandered about in the midtl of the woods. I was 

 ignorant whether the river, in which we had been 

 fhipwrecked, was near, or at a difhance, on my 

 rigiit hand, or on my left 3 and, to increafe my 

 embarraffment, there was no perfon of whom I 

 could enquire it's fituation. , 



After having reflefled a (hort time, I obferved 

 that the grafs was wet, and the foliage of the trees 

 of a bright green, from which I concluded that it 

 rnuft have rained abundantly the preceding night. 



I was 



