often enjoyed a delightful retreat from the meridian sun; o'er the flowers which she had planted, and with her pencil so often amused herself by copying, she could now with difficulty prevent herself from weeping, and like the poet she exclaimed,
"Farewell, ye flow'rs, whose buds, with early care,
"I watch'd, and to the cheerful sun did rear;
"Who now shall bind your stems, or, when you fall,
"With fountain streams your fainting souls recall."
"No more, my goats, shall I behold you climb,
"The steepy cliffs, or crop the flowery thyme;
"No more extended in the grot below,
"Shall see you browsing on the mountain's brow;
"The prickly shrubs, and after on the bare,
"Lean down the deep abyss and hang in air."
A deep sigh from a little bower near her startled Madeline: she looked towards it, and beheld her father: he came out and taking her hand, led her into the house.
Breakfast was ready, they took some coffee and then rose to depart; Jaqueline cried
