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still pronounced the loved name of lis mistrefs, She 
feels her heart inflamed by a sublime despair: a dagger 
snatches her soul from thé earth, and her body from infa- 
my. The soul darts to heaven ; the body falls without be+ 
‘ing profaned ; a peaceful tomb incloses it. . . . In 
better worlds, her soul will find that of her young lo. 
ver, 
But what pleasure hast thou, unhappy young man, in 
tracing this picture of crimes and of sorrows? Alas! hast 
thou not enough of evils of thine own? why increase them 
with foreign ills, which thy imagination stl] heightens ? 
What is become of those sweet and smiling images which 
youth and hope presented to you inan agreeable back 
ground! Those brilliant visions of a happy futurity have 
disappeared. . . . The ideas which made thy hap- 
pinels are difsipated like the dream of the summer’s night. 
Thy youth pafses : time will soon have devoured the last 
moment of it, Already thy days of sicknefs and distrefs 
are come. Thou wilt pafs the rest of thy days in a sad 
servitude; and thou wilt die unknown. Fools will pals — 
without emotion near the tomb where thou wilt repose.— 
But when wilt thou repose? How many days poisoned 
with chagrin and melancholy await thee still ! Who knows 
even, if fate in anger may not snatchthy lyre from thee? 
thy lyre, the last and sweetest consolation of thy life: . . 
Adieu, my friends! dont refuse me the last marks of 
friendfhip : grant me a few tears. 
Sweet, deceitful hope! Liberty which Ihave lost and 
which has cost me so many tears! Adieuw . . 
Ye groves who hear my plaints, if ever’a young man 
of sensibility comes to wander under your fhades, tell 
him (whilst your silence will have thrown him into poetic 
reveries, atid a secret emotion fhall have laid hold of his 
heart) tell him that a young man came also to repose and 
