glimpse of you could be seen, it would
be to no purpose--you would only have to move, and you would be admired
as the most graceful creature in the world. You smile--Well, if you
were to be won by fine speeches--

S. You could supply them!

H. It is however no laughing matter with me; thy beauty kills me daily,
and I shall think of nothing but thy charms, till the last word trembles
on my tongue, and that will be thy name, my love--the name of my
Infelice! You will live by that name, you rogue, fifty years after you
are dead. Don't you thank me for that?

S. I have no such ambition, Sir. But Mrs. E---- is waiting.

H. She is not in love, like me. You look so handsome to-day, I cannot
let you go. You have got a colour.

S. But you say I look best when I am pale.

H. When you are pale, I think so; but when you have a colour, I then
think you still more beautiful. It is you that I admire; and whatever
you are, I like best. I like you as Miss L----, I should like you still
more as Mrs. ----. I once thought you were half inclined to be a prude,
and I admired you as a "pensive nun, devout and pure." I now think you
are more than half a coquet, and I like you for your roguery. The truth
is, I am in love with you, my angel; and whatever you are, is to me the
perfection of thy sex. I care not what thou art, while thou art still
thyself. Smile but so, and turn my heart to what shape you please!

S. I am afraid, Sir, Mrs. E---- will think you have forgotten her.

H. I had, my charmer. But go, and make her a sweet apology, all
graceful as thou art. One kiss! Ah! ought I not to think myself the
happiest of men?

THE FLAGEOLET

H. Where have you been, my love?

S. I have been down to see my aunt, Sir.

H. And I hope she has been giving you good advice.

S. I did not go to ask her opinion about any thing.

H. And yet you seem anxious and agitated. You appear pale and
dejected, as if your refusal of me had touched your own breast with
pity. Cruel girl! you look at this moment heavenly-soft, saint-like, or
resemble some graceful marble statue, in the moon's pale ray! Sadness
only heightens the elegance of your features. How can I escape from
you, when every new occasion, even your cruelty and scorn, brings out
some new charm. Nay, your rejection of me, by the way in which you do
it, is only a new link added to my chain. Raise those downcast eyes,
bend as if an angel stooped, a