a Letter from him to _Atlante_; which she, who believ'd all as
innocent as her self, and being not forbid to do so, immediately
consented to; when he took his Pen and Ink, that stood in the Window,
with Paper, and wrote _Atlante_ this following Letter:

_RINALDO_ to _ATLANTE_.

_If my Fate be so severe, as to deny me the Happiness of sighing out
my Pain and Passion daily at your Feet, if there be any Faith in the
Hope you were pleased to give me (as 'twere a Sin to doubt) Oh
charming +Atlante+! suffer me not to languish, both without
beholding you, and without the Blessing of now and then a Billet, in
answer to those that shall daily assure you of my eternal Faith and
Vows; 'tis all I ask, till Fortune, and our Affairs, shall allow me
the unspeakable Satisfaction of claiming you: yet if your Charity
can sometimes afford me a sight of you, either from your Balcony in
the Evening, or at a Church in the Morning, it would save me from
that Despair and Torment, which must possess a Heart so unassur'd,
as that of_

Your Eternal Adorer,
_Rin. Bellyaurd_.

He having writ and seal'd this, toss'd it into the Balcony to _Charlot_,
having first look'd about to see if none perceiv'd them. She put it in
her Bosom, and ran in to her Sister, whom by chance she found alone;
_Vernole_ having taken _De Pais_ into the Garden, to discourse him
concerning the sending _Charlot_ to the Monastery, which Work he desir'd
to see perform'd, before he declar'd his Intentions to _Atlante_: for
among all his other good Qualities, he was very avaricious; and as fair
as _Atlante_ was, he thought she would be much fairer with the Addition
of _Charlot's_ Portion. This Affair of his with Monsieur _De Pais_, gave
_Charlot_ an opportunity of delivering her Letter to her Sister; who no
sooner drew it from her Bosom, but _Atlante's_ Face was covered over
with Blushes: For she imagin'd from whence it came, and had a secret Joy
in that Imagination, tho' she thought she must put on the Severity and
Niceness of a Virgin, who would not be thought to have surrendered her
Heart with so small an Assault, and the first too. So she demanded from
whence _Charlot_ had that Letter? Who replyed with Joy, 'From the fine
young Gentleman, our Neighbour.' At which _Atlante_ assum'd all the
Gravity she could, to chide her Sister; who replied, 'Well, Sister, had
you this day seen him, you would not have been angry to have receiv'd a
Letter from