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-her white robe reflects the light of the moon, amid the branches of the trees and their dusky trunks. They stop !—That's a sweet retreat, and the moss is so refreshing—Perfidious !-enjoy thy repose—swear in the presence of LUNA-swear your guilty loves. May the FURIES dart terror between you !—But no. Hark! the nightingales repeat the most tender airs, and the turtles sigh around them. Yet—it is not there neither they intend to remain. They are going even to the temple of the goddess! I will draw near. I will see them, and listen to their talk.
He entered the grove of myrtles. He saw them advance toward the temple, whose columns, of the whitest marble, enlightened by the moon, refulgent shone amidst the shades of night. Ha do they dare to tread those sacred steps ! Can the goddess of love protect the foulest perfidy! He saw, in fact, the young shepherdess mount the steps of the temple. She cross'd the portico, with the little basket of flowers on her arm ; while the young man stopp'd under the first arcade. Alexis still approach'd, by the favour of the shade, trembling with horror and despair ; he crept to the shadow of one of the pillars, and placed himself against it. There he distinctly saw Daphne approach the statue of VENUS; it was of marble, white as milk; every part of it was illumin’d by the torch of night. The goddess, reclining backward, with an enchanting majesty, seen’d to shun the astonish'd view of mortals; while, from her height sublime, she cast a
gracious look on those who perfumed her altars. DAPHNE bow'd her knee at the feet of the goddess, placed the garlands before her, and, in the most tender and plaintive accents, said :
“ Here, O sweet goddess, protectress thou of faithful lovers! hear my prayer. Favourably accept these flowers I dare to offer thee; they are yet wet with the dew of evening, and with my tears. 'Tis now six days since ALEXIS has been far distant from me.
O propitious goddess, restore him to my arms! protect him by the way, and bring him back faithful and tender as when he parted from me!-Return him to me, that I may press him to my bosom, that now pants with love !"
ALEXIS heard; and he discover'd the young shepherd, who stood opposite to him, and on whose visage the moon now shone, to be the brother of
Full of tender fears, she dared not expose herself to the dangers of the night, by going alone to the temple of venUS.
ALEXis, quitting the pillar that conceal'd him, suddenly appear'd before his love. DAPHNE, seiz'd with the sweetest ecstasy, and Alexis, transported with joy and shame, sunk in each other's arms at the feet of the goddess.
TIIE WOODEN LEG
Londm Publishid April 15.4797 by T Hipnnstall, Fleet Street,
THE WOODEN LEG.
AN HELVETIC TALE.
On the mountain from whence the torrent of Rauti precipitates into the valley, a young shepherd fed his goats.
His pipe callid Echo gayly from the hollow rocks, and Echo bid the vallies seven times resound his songs melodious. On a sudden he perceiv'd a man climbing with pain the mountain's side. The man was old; years had blanch'd his head. A staff bent beneath his heavy tottering steps—for he had a wooden leg. He approach'd the young man, and seated himself by him on the moss of the rock. The young shepherd look'd at him with surprize, and his eyes were fix'd on the wooden leg. My son, said the old man, smiling-do you not think that, infirm as I am, I shou'd have done better to have remain'd in the valley; know, however, that I make this journey but once a year, and this leg, as you see it, my friend, is more honourable to me than are to many the most straight and active. I don't doubt, father, replied the shepherd, but it is very honourable to you, though I dare say another wou'd be more useful. Without doubt you are tired. drink some milk from my goats, or some of the fresh water that spouts below from the hollow of that rock ?
OLD MAN. I like the frankness painted on thy visage. A little fresh water will be sufficient. If you will bring it me hither, you shall hear the history of this wooden leg. The young shepherd ran to the fountain, and soon return'd.
When the old man had quench'd his thirst, he said-Let young people, when they behold their fathers maimed, and cover'd o'er with scars, adore the ALMIGHTY POWER, and bless their valour; for, without that, you wou'd have bow'd your neck beneath the yoke, instead of thus basking in the sun's warmth, and making the echoes repeat your joyful notes. Mirth and gaiety inhabit these hills and vallies, while your songs resound from one mountain to the other. LIBERTY! sweet LIBERTY! it is thou that pourest felicity upon this blessed land! All we see around us is our own. We cultivate our own fields with pleasure. The crops we reap are ours, and the time of harvest is with us rejoicing days.
YOUNG SHEPHERD. He does not deserve to be a freeman, who can forget that his liberty was purchased with the blood of his forefathers.
OLD MAN. But who, in their place, wou'd not have done as they did ? Ever since that bloody day of NEFELS *, I come, once each year, to the top of this mountain ; but I perceive that I am now come for the last time. From hence I still behold the order of the battle, where LIBERTY made us
* The battle of NEFELS, in the canton of GLARIS, in 1388.