New idylles . ie flarts ; all pale and trembling fees the dreadabyfs below. O Diana ! with accents of defpair, fhe cries,O Diana ! thou the chafte virgins fure protedrefs, O faveme; fuffer not a brutal arm to prefs this bofom, devotedto thy worfhip. Come, chafle goddefs, to my aid, Ocome ! But already had the god approachd fo near, that his burning breath fhe felt, and his hands alreadywere ftretchd out to feize her. When Diana, an ene-my to favage love, heard the plaintive accents of hernymph. Pan, thinking to embrace the nymph, perceivd the watersfrom his hands efcape, and flow acrofs his bo
New idylles . ie flarts ; all pale and trembling fees the dreadabyfs below. O Diana ! with accents of defpair, fhe cries,O Diana ! thou the chafte virgins fure protedrefs, O faveme; fuffer not a brutal arm to prefs this bofom, devotedto thy worfhip. Come, chafle goddefs, to my aid, Ocome ! But already had the god approachd fo near, that his burning breath fhe felt, and his hands alreadywere ftretchd out to feize her. When Diana, an ene-my to favage love, heard the plaintive accents of hernymph. Pan, thinking to embrace the nymph, perceivd the watersfrom his hands efcape, and flow acrofs his bofom, pant-ing with fierce defire. Erythea in his arms became a foun-tain. Thus in the heat of fpring, from the black rocks defcendsthe melting fnow.—She fprang from the arms of the god. Idvl XXI. E R Y T H E A. 77 fhe trickled down his knees, and murmurd through thegrafs ; fhe fell from the height of the rock, and quickly roUdher waters to the bottom of the valley. Thus was the chafteftream of Erythea 7$ THEWOODENLEG, THE WOODEN LEG, AN HELVETIC TALE. ON the mountain from whence the torrent of Rauti pre-»cipitates into the valley, a young fliepherd fed his pipe calld Echo gayly from the hollow rocks, and Echobid the vailles feven times refound his fongs melodious. On afudden he perceivd a man climbing with pajn the mountainsfide. The man was old j years had blanchd his head. A ftaffbent beneath his heavy tottering fteps, for he had a woodenleg. He approachd the young man, and feated himfelf byhim on the mofs of the rock. The young fhepherd lookd athim with furprize, and his eyes were fixd on the woodenleg. My fon, faid the old man, fmiling, do you not think,that infirm as I am, I £hou*d have done better to have remaindin the valley ; know, however, that I make this journey butonce a year, and this leg» as you fee it, my friend, is morehonourable to me then are to many the moft flraight and ac-tive. I dont doubt, father, replied the fhepherd, but it isvery
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