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sôùts now forming but one , wanïéred delicïoUsly 

 ké in a fantastical région peopled wilh sweet con- 

 tèmplalions. He then said lo the prophetess who 

 was ignorant of herself , « see those clouds floaling 

 on the azuré sky; such are the uncertain thoughts 

 of mah ; sëe thy lovely inaage smiling in the crystal 

 of the brook ; Ihe hbpes of man are as charming 

 and not moré real. » Eurydice answered smiling : 

 « Art thou then no longer sensible lo the light of 

 a fair day , to the beams of the moon soflly repo- 

 sing on the leaves of the trees. Thy ear is then no 

 more able tô distinguish the successive hours of 

 thé day by the différent impressions which sounds 

 produce escapîhg from solitude? Do the parfumes 

 bf the air , givë thee no more pleasure , and 

 bave the niëats of our frugal table lost ail Iheir 

 flavour ? Why dost thou talk of vain and deceitful 

 hopes, of their being like images reflected in the 

 water of Ihe fountain, of thoughts as fugitive as 

 the clouds careering over our heads. Thou deceivest 

 thj'self Orpheus ; every thing passes in the secret of 

 our hearts; and it is our heart alone which gives 

 existence and reality to every thing. «And the future! 

 said he wilh an anxiely full of love and sorrow, 

 is the future likewise in us » ? Yes , replied the in- 

 spired virgin hesitalingly, dazzled wilh à thousand 

 confused splendours. yes, for al every instant of 

 our life we are directed by an immortal soul.»Then 

 they both remained plunged in silence. 



Illuminated by thèse conversations, Orpheus felt 

 ihat he musl quit the dwelling of Talaon. Not being 



