abated, and _Sylvia_ in a condition to receive the news of his being gone for a longer time, and to know all his affairs. While _Brilliard_ prepared all things necessary for his departure, _Philander_ went to _Sylvia_; from whom, having been absent two tedious hours, she caught him in her arms with a transport of joy, reproached him with want of love, for being absent so long: but still the more she spoke soft sighing words of love, the more his soul was seized with melancholy, his sighs redoubled, and he could not refrain from letting fall some tears upon her bosom----which _Sylvia_ perceiving, with a look and a trembling in her voice, that spoke her fears, she cried, ‘Oh _Philander_! These are unusual marks of your tenderness; oh tell me, tell me quickly what they mean.’ He answered with a sigh, and she went on--’It is so, I am undone, it is your lost vows, your broken faith you weep; yes, _Philander_, you find the flower of my beauty faded, and what you loved before, you pity now, and these be the effects of it.’ Then sighing, as if his soul had been departing on her neck, he cried, ‘By heaven, by all the powers of love, thou art the same dear charmer that thou wert;’ then pressing her body to his bosom, he sighed anew as if his heart were breaking--’I know’ (says she) ’.Philander_, there is some hidden cause that gives these sighs their way, and that dear face a paleness. Oh tell me all; for she that could abandon all for thee, can dare the worst of fate: if thou must quit me----oh _Philander_, if it must be so, I need not stay the lingering death of a feeble fever; I know a way more noble and more sudden.’ Pleased at her resolution, which almost destroyed his jealousy and fears, a thousand times he kissed her, mixing his grateful words and thanks with sighs; and finding her fair hands (which he put often to his mouth) to increase their fires, and her pulse to be more high and quick, fearing to relapse her into her (abating) fever, he forced a smile, and told her, he had no griefs, but what she made him feel, no torments but her sickness, nor sighs but for her pain, and left nothing unsaid that might confirm her he was still more and more her slave; and concealing his design in favour of her health, he ceased not vowing and protesting, till he had settled her in all the tranquillity of a recovering beauty. And as since her first illness he had never departed from her bed, so now this night he strove to appear in her arms with all that usual gaiety of love that her condition would permit, or his circumstances could feign, and leaving her asleep at day-break (with a force upon his soul that cannot be conceived but by parting lovers) he stole from her arms, and retiring to his chamber, he soon got himself ready for his flight, and departed. We will leave _Sylvia_’. ravings to be expressed by none but herself, and tell you that after about fourteen days’ absence, _Octavio_ received this letter from _Philander_. PHILANDER _to_ OCTAVIO.