harmonizes with the images of my fancy, embellished by the distance of time, renders every situation very soon irksome to me. Being averse to yield to the alluring charms of novelty, it gains some gratification only by a long continued study of an object, and therefore approaches it only slowly. But not one moment of human life is alike to the other; the events we experience, and our notions, are eternally fluctuating and changing; and the moment in which I begin to grow sufficiently intimate with the existing circumstances, is generally the period in which I commence a new existence.
I acted, therefore, my part a good deal worse than the Count, who found it very convenient to attend personally the pasture of his flock; to adorn his hat and bosom with ribbons and flowers; to dine beneath a spreading lime-tree, to blow a melting air on the flute, or to compose the most heart-breaking pastorals. It was, however, very unfortunate, that the fine seasonwas
