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'The world,' said he, pursuing this train of thought, 'ridicules a

passion which it seldom feels; its scenes, and its interests, distract

the mind, deprave the taste, corrupt the heart, and love cannot exist

in a heart that has lost the nity of innocence Virtue and taste

are nearly the same, for virtue is little more than active taste, and

the most delicate affections of each coreat cities, where selfishness, dissipation, and

insincerity supply the place of tenderness, simplicity and truth?'

It was near noon, when the travellers, having arrived at a piece of

steep and dangerous road, alighted to walk The road wound up an ascent,

that was clothed ood, and, instead of following the carriage, they

entered the refreshing shade A dewy coolness was diffused upon the air,

which, with the bright verdure of turf, that grew under the trees, the

rance of flowers and of balrandeur of the pines, beech, and chestnuts, that

overshadowed them, rendered this a e excluded all view of the country; at others, it

adave

hints to the i, more

impressive, than any that had been presented to the eye The wanderers

often lingered to indulge in these reveries of fancy

The pauses of silence, such as had formerly interrupted the

conversations of Valancourt and Emily, were more frequent today than

ever Valancourt often dropped suddenly fro, and there was, sometimes, an unaffected

melancholy in his s, for

her heart was interested in the sentiment it spoke

St Aubert was refreshed by the shades, and they continued to saunter