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such a horrid situation, or what passion could here long endure? It needed not he overcome by reason, time soon rendered it languid. In this cruel state I mournfully trod my never-ending line. I wept no more, no longer had the power of afflicting myself; but I gaped, became spiritless, and sunk beneath insupportable lassitude: the only real wish I felt was once again to see animated nature, trees, houses, and mountains; the sight of a cloud would have delighted me; a storm, thunder, rain, would have given me unspeakable joy. How much did I regret night, the moon, and star-light! In fact, the least change, of any kind whatever, would have been perfect happiness, and I felt that the ingenious and jealous Prudina, in condemning me to this strange punishment, had found the most cruel method of chastising the inconstancy with which she reproached me.
Judge of my joy, my lord, continued Agelia, when, thanks to your valour, I found I had the power to run or stop, and that I was in the midst of this garden: you ought to imagine,
