ing disorder, and a miniature picture depended from her swelling bosom. It was a manly face; but fortunately I thought that it was the picture of her brother.
An amiable confusion blushed on her beautiful countenance. My secret agitation did, indeed, render me very unfit for close observation: yet I perceived in her timid looks, and on the faint blushes of her dimpled cheeks, certain symptoms which gave nourishment to my hopes.
An innocent girl is chiefly swayed by inftinct, when she meets the man whom her artless heart has chosen without being conscious of it. The most consummate art could not have invented a more charming reception than simple nature effected here. The visible tremour which glided through her frame was a silent confession that something more than the request of her father prompted her to do what she did afterwards. Her heart spoke through her looks, though it was afraid of being understood. The image, and, if I do notflatter
