no business has, at least, a Lover's
Life. But, oh! what Minutes seem'd the happy Hours, when on his Eyes I
gaz'd, and he on mine, and half our Conversation lost in Sighs, Sighs,
the soft moving Language of a Lover!'

'No more, no more, (reply'd _Isabella_, throwing her Arms again about
the Neck of the transported _Katteriena_) thou blow'st my Flame by thy
soft Words, and mak'st me know my Weakness, and my Shame: I love!
I love! and feel those differing Passions!'--Then pausing a moment, she
proceeded,--'Yet so didst thou, but hast surmounted it. Now thou hast
found the Nature of my Pain, oh! tell me thy saving Remedy?' 'Alas!
(reply'd _Katteriena_) tho' there's but one Disease, there's many
Remedies: They say, possession's one, but that to me seems a Riddle;
Absence, they say, another, and that was mine; for _Arnaldo_ having by
chance lost one of my Billets, discover'd the Amour, and was sent to
travel, and my self forc'd into this Monastery, where at last, Time
convinc'd me, I had lov'd below my Quality, and that sham'd me into Holy
Orders.' 'And is it a Disease, (reply'd _Isabella_) that People often
recover?' 'Most frequently, (said _Katteriena_) and yet some dye of the
Disease, but very rarely.' 'Nay then, (said _Isabella_) I fear, you will
find me one of these Martyrs; for I have already oppos'd it with the
most severe Devotion in the World: But all my Prayers are vain, your
lovely Brother persues me into the greatest Solitude; he meets me at my
very Midnight Devotions, and interrupts my Prayers; he gives me a
thousand Thoughts, that ought not to enter into a Soul dedicated to
Heaven; he ruins all the Glory I have achiev'd, even above my Sex, for
Piety of Life, and the Observation of all Virtues. Oh _Katteriena_! he
has a Power in his Eyes, that transcends all the World besides: And, to
shew the weakness of Human Nature, and how vain all our Boastings are,
he has done that in one fatal Hour, that the persuasions of all my
Relations and Friends, Glory, Honour, Pleasure, and all that can tempt,
could not perform in Years; I resisted all but _Henault's_ Eyes, and
they were Ordain'd to make me truly wretched; But yet with thy
Assistance, and a Resolution to see him no more, and my perpetual Trust
in Heaven, I may, perhaps, overcome this Tyrant of my Soul, who,
I thought, had never enter'd into holy Houses, or mix'd his Devotions
and Worship with the true Religion; but, oh! no Cells, no Cloysters, no
Hermitages, are se