The domestic who accompanied
her, perceived her propensity to reflection and fell back to a small
distance. The shepherdess, as soon as she found herself disengaged and
alone, revolved with the utmost displeasure her present situation. "How
happy," cried she, "are the virgins of the vale! To them every hour is
winged with tranquility and pleasure. They laugh at sorrow; they trill
the wild, unfettered lay, or wander, chearful and happy, with the
faithful swain beneath the woodland shade. They fear no coming mischief;
they know not the very meaning of an enemy. Innocent themselves, they
apprehend not guilt and treachery in those around them. Nor have they
reason. Simplicity and frankness are the unvaried character of the
natives of the plain. Liberty, immortal, unvalued liberty, is the
daughter of the mountains. We suspected not that deceit, insidiousness,
and slavery were to be found beneath the sun. Ah, why was I selected
from the rest to learn the fatal lesson! Unwished, unfortunate
distinction! Was I, who am simple and undisguised as the light of day,
who know not how to conceal one sentiment of my heart, or arm myself
with the shield of vigilance and incredulity, was I fitted by nature for
a scene like this? In the mean time have not the Gods encouraged me by
the most splendid appearance, and the most animating praises? I would
not impeach their venerable counsels.
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