s feelings and his hopes? It is no answer to this, that, in the
present instance, the lover was almost ignorant of the fact, that
he loved, and had no well-defined hopes of any description. That is
nothing to your true Corydon. Not in the least. Will he not discourse
with rising and kindling eloquence upon everything connected with his
Phillis? Will not the ribbons on her bodice, and the lace around her
neck, become the most important and delightful objects of discursive
commentary?--the very fluttering rosettes which burn upon her little
instep, and the pearls which glitter in her powdered hair, be of more
interest than the fall of thrones? So Corydon, the lover, dreams, and
dreams--and if you approach him in the forest-glade, he sighs and
talks to you, till evening reddens in the west, about Phillis, only
Phillis. And as the old Arcady lives still, and did at the time of our
history, so Corydons were ready to illustrate it, and our young friend
Verty felt the old pastoral desire to talk about his shepherdess, and
embrace Miss Sallianna's invitation to confide his sorrows to her
respective bosom.

"Come now, my dear Mr. Verty," repeated that lady, "tell me what all
this means--are you in love, can it be--not with Reddy?"

"Yes, ma'am, I believe I am," said Verty, yielding to his love. "Oh,
I know I am. I would die for her whenever she wanted me to--indeed I
would."

"Hum!" said Miss Sallianna.

"You know she is so beautiful and good--she's the best and dearest
girl that ever lived, and I was so happy before she treated me coldly
this morning! I'll never be happy any more!"

"Cannot you banish her false image?"

"False! she's as true as the stars! Oh, Redbud is not false! she is
too good and kind!"

Miss Sallianna shook her head.

"You have too high an opinion of the sex at large, I fear, Mr. Verty,"
she said; "some of them are very inconstant; you had better not trust
Redbud."

"Not trust her!"

"Be careful, I mean."

"How can I!" cried Verty.

"Easily."

"Be careful? I don't know what you mean, Miss Sallianna; but I suppose
what you say is for my good."

"Oh yes, indeed."

"But I can't keep still, and watch and listen, and spy out about
anybody I love so much as Redbud--for I'm certain now that I love her.
Oh, no! I must trust her--trust her in everything! Why should I not? I
have known her, Miss Sallianna, for years, and years--we were brought
up together, and we have gone hand in hand through t