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15 she replied, gazing on him with fixed attention; your talents, your language, your air, all convince to the contrary. The other day, said she, your hautboy accompanicd my voice with such a masterly air, as must scemseem [sic] a prodigy in one brought up to feed the flocks. 'Tis to your singing, replied Fonrose, that's so rare in a single shepherdess. What! were you never instructed! Like you I have no other guide than my heart and my car. You sung—I was moved—what my heart feels my instrument expresses—I breath it in my very soul. This is all my secret—nothing is more natural. 'Tis incredible, said Adelaide, I thought so too, said he, whilst I listened to your voice, & now I am convinccdconvinced [sic] of it; though sometimes nature and love will froliesomcly bestow her choicest favours on the meanest objects, to show there is no condition, be it ever so low, but what they can ennoble.

Whilst they thus discoursed, advancing in the valley, Fonrose, animated by a ray of hope, began to make the hautboy resound rapturous notes that the pleasure inspires. Ah! ccasecease [sic], cried Adelaide, spare me the image of a sentiment I never more shall tastctaste [sic]. This solitude is consecrated to grief; these echoes are unused to repeat the accents of joy; all here join with my lamentations. I am not without woes, said the young shepherd, fetching a deep sigh, which was followed with a pause of silence. What has caused your afflictions? of what do you complain? is it of mankind? is it of late?—I really cannot tell. All that I know is, that I am far from being happy, pray inquire no farther into my situation. HcarHear [sic] me, said Adelaide,