New idylles . D CHLOE. Idyl XiX. MIRTILUS AND CHLOE. EARLY in the morning, Mlrtilus going out of thecottage found Chloe, his youngeft fifter, bufy in form-ing garlands of flowers. The dew glitterd on the flowers»and with the dew was mixd the tears of the little Chloe. MiRT. Dear Chloe, what will you do with thofe garlands ?Alas ! you weep. Chloe. And dont you alfo weep, dear Mirtilus? But»alas ! who woud not weep like us ! Did you obferve our mo-ther, in what diftrefs fhe was ! Before fhe left us, how fheprefled our hands in hers, and turnd away her eyes that were•filld with tears. MiRT. I faw
New idylles . D CHLOE. Idyl XiX. MIRTILUS AND CHLOE. EARLY in the morning, Mlrtilus going out of thecottage found Chloe, his youngeft fifter, bufy in form-ing garlands of flowers. The dew glitterd on the flowers»and with the dew was mixd the tears of the little Chloe. MiRT. Dear Chloe, what will you do with thofe garlands ?Alas ! you weep. Chloe. And dont you alfo weep, dear Mirtilus? But»alas ! who woud not weep like us ! Did you obferve our mo-ther, in what diftrefs fhe was ! Before fhe left us, how fheprefled our hands in hers, and turnd away her eyes that were•filld with tears. MiRT. I faw it as well as thee. Alas ! our father ! he isfurely worfe than he was yefterday. Chloe. Ah! my brother, if hefhould die ! How he lovesus ! What carefles he bellows upon us, when we do what helikes, and what is pleafing to the gods. MiRT. O my fifter, how every thing is forrowful ! Myiamb comes in vain to càrefs me ; I almofl; forget to feed vain my ring-dove flutters upon my Ihoulders, ^nd ftrives. •?/??•?/•? ÎÏ5VLXÏX. MIRTILUS AND CHLOÊ. 6j to bill my lips and chin. Nothing—no, nothing can delightme now. O my father, if you die, I will die alfo. Chloe. Alas ! do you remember—five days ago, howour deaf father took us both on his knees, and beganto weep. MiRT. Yes, Chloe-—I do remember how he fet us down Ïand turnd pale ! I can hold you no longer, my children,I am ill—very ill. At thofe words he crept to his bed, andfrom that day he has been fick. Chloe. And from that day his illnefs has continually in-Ereafed. Ill tell you what I defign, my hrothen At thebreak of day I came out of the cottage to gather frefh flowers,of which I have made thefe garlands. I am going to lay themat the feet of the ftatue of Pan. Does not our mother alwaystell us that the gods are good, and love to hear the vows ofinnocence ? I will go, I will offer my garlands to the godPan. And dofl thou fee in this cage, what is of all thingsmoft dear to me, my little bird—Well th
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