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 notions of her country, and the frailties of the human heart, had, either by accident, or by an innate talent, given birth to adorable virtues. What an angelic heart was here to gain!

A walk in the garden being proposed, she took hold of my arm with the innocent familiarity of a sister; stopped at her favourite spots, and informed me, with an inchanting simplicity, where she sometimes had thought of me. "Don't be angry, dear Marquis," she added, "if I now and then, perhaps, have intruded upon your dreams by an obscure omen; for I really believe that this is possible; and Adolf repeated your name constantly towards the end of his life."

How swiftly did the hours elapse in the company of that angel! The Count, who was elated with joy at my happiness, completely accommodated himself to the nature of her ideas, and in a short time spoke in the same enthusiastic strain that was so peculiar to her. Adelheid found