He is ten years old today.

We have loved each other eleven years, and thou hast not tired yet of thy poor Adeline." "As well might the saints weary of paradise," replied Montreal, with an enamoured tenderness, which changed into softness the whole character of his heroic countenance.
"Could I think so, I should indeed be blest!" answered Adeline.

"But a little while longer, and the few charms I yet possess must fade; and what other claim have I on thee ?" "All claim;--the memory of thy first blushes--thy first kiss--of thy devoted sacrifices--of thy patient wanderings--of thy uncomplaining love! Ah, Adeline, we are of Provence, not of Italy; and when did Knight of Provence avoid his foe, or forsake his love?
But enough, dearest, of home and melancholy for today.

I come to bid thee forth.

I have sent on the servitors to pitch our tent beside the sea,--we will enjoy the orange blossoms while we may.