know you cannot, remember you are mine--There is such eloquence in those dear words, when uttered with a voice so tender and so passionate, that I believe them irresistible--alas, I find them so--and easily break all the feebler vows I make against thee; yes, I must be undone, perjured, forsworn, incorrigible, unnatural, disobedient, and any thing, rather than not _Philander_’.--Turn then, my soul, from these domestic, melancholy objects, and look abroad, look forward for a while on charming prospects; look on _Philander_, the dear, the young, the amorous _Philander_, whose very looks infuse a tender joy throughout the soul, and chase all cares, all sorrows and anxious thoughts from thence, whose wanton play is softer I than that of young-fledged angels, and when he looks, and sighs, and speaks, and touches, he is a very god: where art thou, oh miracle of youth, thou charming dear undoer! Now thou hast gained the glory of the conquest, thou slightest the rifled captive: what, not a line? Two tedious days are past, and no kind power relieves me with a word, or any tidings of _Philander_--and yet thou mayest have sent--but I shall never see it, till they raise up fresh witnesses against me--I cannot think thee wavering or forgetful; for if I did, surely thou knowest my heart so well, thou canst not think it would live to think another thought. Confirm my kind belief, and send to me---- There is a gate well known to thee through which thou passest to _Bellfont_, it is in the road about half a league from hence, an old man opens it, his daughter weeds in the garden, and will convey this to thee as I have ordered her; by the same messenger thou mayest return thine, and early as she comes I’ll let her down a string, by which way unperceived I shall receive them from her: I will say no more, nor instruct you how you shall preserve your SYLVIA. * * * * * _To_ SYLVIA. _That which was left in her hands by_ Monsieur, _her father, in her cabinet._ _My adorable_ Sylvia,