every feature flush with
virtuous fondness--when I saw her enchanting bosom heave with
undissembled rapture, and knew myself the happy cause--heavens! what
was my situation! I am tempted to commit my paper to the flames,
and to renounce my pen for ever, because its most ardent and lucky
expression so poorly describes the emotions of my soul. "O adorable
Narcissa!" cried I, "O miracle of beauty, love and truth! I at
last fold thee in my arms! I at last can call thee mine! No jealous
brother shall thwart our happiness again; fortune hath at length
recompensed me for all my sufferings, and enabled me to do justice
to my love." The dear creature smiled ineffably charmingly, and,
with a look of bewitching tenderness, said, "and shall we never art
again?" "Never," I replied, "thou wondrous pattern of all earthly
perfection! never, until death shall divide us! By this ambrosial
kiss, a thousand times more fragrant than the breeze that sweeps
the orange grove, I never more will leave thee!"
As my first transport abated, my passion grew turbulent and unruly.
I was giddy with standing on the brink of bliss, and all my virtue
and philosophy were scarce sufficient to restrain the inordinate
sallies of desire.
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