Who wonders, therefore, that Verty began to think that it would be a vast relief to him to have a confidant--that his inexperience needed advice and counsel--that the lady who now offered to guide him through the maze in which he was confounded and lost, knew all about the labyrinths, and from the close association with the object of his love, could adapt her counsel to the peculiar circumstances, better than any one else in the wide world? Besides, Verty was a lover, and when did lover yet fail to experience the most vehement desire to pour into the bosom of some sympathizing friend--of either sex--the story of his feelings and his hopes? It is no answer to this, that, in the present instance, the lover was almost ignorant of the fact, that he loved, and had no well-defined hopes of any description. That is nothing to your true Corydon. Not in the least. Will he not discourse with rising and kindling eloquence upon everything connected with his Phillis? Will not the ribbons on her bodice, and the lace around her neck, become the most important and delightful objects of discursive commentary?--the very fluttering rosettes which burn upon her little instep, and the pearls which glitter in her powdered hair, be of more interest than the fall of thrones? So Corydon, the lover, dreams, and dreams--and if you approach him in the forest-glade, he sighs and talks to you, till evening reddens in the west, about Phillis, only Phillis. And as the old Arcady lives still, and did at the time of our history, so Corydons were ready to illustrate it, and our young friend Verty felt the old pastoral desire to talk about his shepherdess, and embrace Miss Sallianna's invitation to confide his sorrows to her respective bosom. "Come now, my dear Mr. Verty," repeated that lady, "tell me what all this means--are you in love, can it be--not with Reddy?" "Yes, ma'am, I believe I am," said Verty, yielding to his love. "Oh, I know I am. I would die for her whenever she wanted me to--indeed I would." "Hum!" said Miss Sallianna. "You know she is so beautiful and good--she's the best and dearest girl that ever lived, and I was so happy before she treated me coldly this morning! I'll never be happy any more!" "Cannot you banish her false image?" "False! she's as true as the stars! Oh, Redbud is not false! she is too good and kind!" Miss Sallianna shook her head. "You have too high an opinion of the sex at large, I fear, Mr. Verty," she said; "some of them are very inconstant; you had better not trust Redbud." "Not trust her!" "Be careful, I mean." "How can I!" cried Verty. "Easily." "Be careful? I don't know what you mean, Miss Sallianna; but I suppose what you say is for my good." "Oh yes, indeed."