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of scenery......and I felt its force in a way unknown to me before. The little songster...........warbling through the grove....... seemed to express an indefinable something I could not explain.....The trees, which began to increase their leafy umbrage, invited me to rest beneath their shady canopy, and indulge in the luxury of voluptuous melancholy, which all my sublime ideas were unequal to dissipate. I insensibly lost myself in a soft..... passive......... kind of indolence........... Methought I had hitherto borrowed all my happiness from imagination..... and my soul panted for the real enjoyment of that perfection I had only ideally partaken. I had been a guest at a visionary banquet.......I longed for more substantial aliment.......and for the first time found I wanted the endearing charms of friendship to ennoble my feelings....My fancy fired.....it formed an ideal Pylades........ and my sympathetic heart added truth and honor..... for a virtuous soul should ever be the constant companion of an engaging form. - - - - a roo I sought a counterpart to my picture among the youths of the Temple, with whom I was in habits of goodfellowship....... I frequently......... for a while......... fancied I had found the

treasure; but......as our intimacy increased........the charm always disappeared......and I could not find one of

my companions so gifted by nature, as to answer my refined expectations. While I was thus fruitlessly employed......it was my ill fortune to inspire the High Priestess with a passion as incompatible with her years as her sacred office........I had, indeed, often been distinguished by marks of her approbation.......but they only increased my veneration for her sacred character, and my gratitude for her maternal care. I was mute with astonishment when this reverend lady.......forgetful of her vows......decorum.....and her pride..... condescended to confess she was a WOIIlall....... and that her devotion to Apollo was not powerful enough to stifle the natural frailties of her sex. The good Priestess was at those years of discretion when the moderate ebbing and flowing of the blood might be supposed proof against the imprudent allurements of love.....But she had still charms enough to gloss any lessons she might have been disposed to practise with a novice like myself. Although Time had robbed her of her bloom.....yet she had so carefully preserved the remains of youthful attraction.....that she would have borne away the palm from every circle of autumnal beauties. Her countenance was of that kind which poets would have chosen to represent a Ceres.....Full, penetrating, black eyes......mellowed it is true....... but still occasionally sparkling with voluptuous fire.............. a remarkable attention to her fine-formed person - - - - - - and the bewitching art of so disposing the formality of her sacred vestments, as to increase her charms by the well-regulated disposition. I leave you to judge how little calculated my simplicity was to enter the lists with such a woman........ Yet . it was no easy task........ for a female, whose every attribute inspired respect - - - - - - - - to throw aside the awful veil, and unreservedly to combat with the inexperienced prejudices of eighteen. : Her eyes were eloquent........but to

me such language was unintclligible - - - - - In vain her bosom heaved its fond alarms......... I was inscrisible to the delicious tumult.....She could not dismiss caution all at once, and speak her wishes........... My diffidence continued impenetrable. At last, the artful priestess had recourse to stratagem......... My confusion, at her first experiment, sufficiently indicated that her charms still retained some unextinguished sparks which dazzled my unpractised heart......... and I will not say how far her power might have extended over my sentiments, had not an unforeseen event furnished my soul with unconquerable fortitude to resist her machinations. Our virtue......at least those actions

which......if discovered.......would rob

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