prince of the iſland?’ With ſuch thoughts did our deſpairing lover torture himſelf day after day; but he might have ſpared himſelf theſe unpleaſant reflections, if he had been ſenſible to the violence of his paſſion, and had known what miracles enthuſiaſm is uſed to perform. Inſtinct immediately produced the reſolution, which calm conſideration could never have brought to maturity. After he had reduced his property to the dimenſions of his pocket-book, he ſaddled his horſe, rode out at the back gate, in order to avoid the long-winded farewell of his mother, croſſed the bounds of his country at a briſk trot, juſt as if he had intended to reach the Cyclades without baiting on the road. He luckily recollected the way father Benno had taken; and arrived, as he had done, ſafe and ſound in the harbour of Naxos, after having ſuſtained many hardſhips on the voyage from Venice.
He jumped nimbly on ſhore, and felt a ſecret pleaſure on treading the earth thatbore
