The feelings cannot be concealed, but must be impressed in words; or, as the great Milton says, in his Bucoliks, the o'er-fraught heart would break! Love, my dear Mr.Verty, is contiguous--you cannot be near the beloved object without catching the contagion, and to this fact I distribute that flame which now flickers with intense conflagration in my bosom.

Why, cruel member of the other sex! did you evade the privacy of our innocent and nocturnal retreat, turning the salubrious and maiden emotions of my bosom into agonizing delight and repressible tribulation! Could you not practice upon others the wiles of your intrinsic charms, and spare the weak Sallianna, whose only desire was to contemplate the beauties of nature in her calm retreat, where a small property sufficed for all her mundane necessities?
Alas! but yester morn I was cheerful and invigorating--with a large criterion of animal spirits, and a bosom which had never sighed responsible to the flattering vows of beaux.
But now!--ask me not how I feel, in thinking of _the person_ who has touched my indurate heart.

Need I say that the individual in question has only to demand that heart, to have it detailed to him in all its infantile simplicity and diurnal self-reliance?
Do not--do not--diffuse it! "I have, during the whole period of my mundane pre-existence, always been troubled with beaux and admirers.

I have, in vain, endeavored to escape from their fascinating diplomas, but they have followed me, and continued to prosecute me with their adorous intentions.

None of them could ever touch my fanciful disposition, which has exalted an intrinsic and lofty beau--idle to itself.