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ime a profound silence。 The Nightingale had now taken her station upon an Orange Tree fronting the Hermitage； and poured forth a strain the most melancholy and melodious。 Rosario raised his head； and listened to her with attention。
'It was thus；' said He； with a deep…drawn sigh； 'It was thus； that during the last month of her unhappy life； my Sister used to sit listening to the Nightingale。 Poor Matilda！ She sleeps in the Grave； and her broken heart throbs no more with passion。'
'You had a Sister？'
'You say right； that I HAD； Alas！ I have one no longer。 She sunk beneath the weight of her sorrows in the very spring of life。'
'What were those sorrows？'
'They will not excite YOUR pity： YOU know not the power of those irresistible； those fatal sentiments； to which her Heart was a prey。 Father； She loved unfortunately。 A passion for One endowed with every virtue； for a Man； Oh！ rather let me say； for a divinity； proved the bane of her existence。 His noble form； his spotless character； his various talents； his wisdom solid； wonderful； and glorious； might have warmed the bosom of the most insensible。 My Sister saw him； and dared to love though She never dared to hope。'
'If her love was so well bestowed； what forbad her to hope the obtaining of its object？'
'Father； before He knew her； Julian had already plighted his vows to a Bride most fair； most heavenly！ Yet still my Sister loved； and for the Husband's sake She doted upon the Wife。 One morning She found means to escape from our Father's House： Arrayed in humble weeds She offered herself as a Domestic to the Consort of her Beloved； and was accepted。 She was now continually in his presence： She strove to ingratiate herself into his favour： She succeeded。 Her attentions attracted Julian's notice； The virtuous are ever grateful； and He distinguished Matilda above the rest of her Companions。'
'And did not your Parents seek for her？ Did they submit tamely to their loss； nor attempt to recover their wandering Daughter？'
'Ere they could find her； She discovered herself。 Her love grew too violent for concealment； Yet She wished not for Julian's person； She ambitioned but a share of his heart。 In an unguarded moment She confessed her affection。 What was the return？ Doating upon his Wife； and believing that a look of pity bestowed upon another was a theft from what He owed to her； He drove Matilda from his presence。 He forbad her ever again appearing before him。 His severity broke her heart： She returned to her Father's； and in a few Months after was carried to her Grave。'
'Unhappy Girl！ Surely her fate was too severe； and Julian was too cruel。'
'Do you think so； Father？' cried the Novice with vivacity； 'Do you think that He was cruel？'
'Doubtless I do； and pity her most sincerely。'
'You pity her？ You pity her？ Oh！ Father！ Father！ Then pity me！'
The Friar started； when after a moment's pause Rosario added with a faltering voice；'for my sufferings are still greater。 My Sister had a Friend； a real Friend； who pitied the acuteness of her feelings； nor reproached her with her inability to repress them。 I 。 。 。！ I have no Friend！ The whole wide world cannot furnish an heart that is willing to participate in the sorrows of mine！'
As He uttered these words； He sobbed audibly。 The Friar was affected。 He took Rosario's hand； and pressed it with tenderness。
'You have no Friend； say you？ What then am I？ Why will you not confide in me； and what can you fear？ My severity？ Have I ever used it with you？ The dignity of my habit？ Rosario； I lay aside the Monk； and bid you consider me as no other than your Friend； your Father。 Well may I assume that title； for never did Parent watch over a Child more fondly than I have watched over you。 From the moment in which I first beheld you； I perceived sensations in my bosom till then unknown to me； I found a delight in your society which no one's else could afford； and when I witnessed the extent of your genius and information； I rejoiced as does a Father in the perfections of his Son。 Then lay aside your fears； Speak to me with openness： Speak to me； Rosario； and say that you will confide in me。 If my aid or my pity can alleviate your distress。 。 。 。'
'Yours can！ Yours only can！ Ah！ Father； how willingly would I unveil to you my heart！ How willingly would I declare the secret which bows me down with its weight！ But Oh！ I fear！ I fear！'
'What； my Son？'
'That you should abhor me for my weakness； That the reward of my confidence should be the loss of your esteem。'
'How shall I reassure you？ Reflect upon the whole of my past conduct； upon the paternal tenderness which I have ever shown you。 Abhor you； Rosario？ It is no longer in my power。 To give up your society would be to deprive myself of the greatest pleasure of my life。 Then reveal to me what afflicts you； and believe me while I solemnly swear。 。 。 。'
'Hold！' interrupted the Novice； 'Swear； that whatever be my secret； you will not oblige me to quit the Monastery till my Noviciate shall expire。'
'I promise it faithfully； and as I keep my vows to you； may Christ keep his to Mankind。 Now then explain this mystery； and rely upon my indulgence。'
'I obey you。 Know then。 。 。 。 Oh！ how I tremble to name the word！ Listen to me with pity； revered Ambrosio！ Call up every latent spark of human weakness that may teach you compassion for mine！ Father！' continued He throwing himself at the Friar's feet； and pressing his hand to his lips with eagerness； while agitation for a moment choaked his voice； 'Father！' continued He in faltering accents； 'I am a Woman！'
The Abbot started at this unexpected avowal。 Prostrate on the ground lay the feigned Rosario； as if waiting in silence the decision of his Judge。 Astonishment on the one part； apprehension on the other； for some minutes chained them in the same attitudes； as had they been touched by the Rod of some Magician。 At length recovering from his confusion； the Monk quitted the Grotto； and sped with precipitation towards the Abbey。 His action did not escape the Suppliant。 She sprang from the ground； She hastened to follow him； overtook him； threw herself in his passage； and embraced his knees。 Ambrosio strove in vain to disengage himself from her grasp。
'Do not fly me！' She cried； 'Leave me not abandoned to the impulse of despair！ Listen； while I excuse my imprudence； while I acknowledge my Sister's story to be my own！ I am Matilda； You are her Beloved。'
If Ambrosio's surprise was great at her first avowal； upon hearing her second it exceeded all bounds。 Amazed； embarrassed； and irresolute He found himself incapable of pronouncing a syllable； and remained in silence gazing upon Matilda： This gave her opportunity to continue her explanation as follows。
'Think not； Ambrosio； that I come to rob your Bride of your affections。 No； believe me： Religion alone deserves you； and far is it from Matilda's wish to draw you from the paths of virtue。 What I feel for you is love； not licentiousness； I sigh to be possessor of your heart； not lust for the enjoyment of your person。 Deign to listen to my vindication： A few moments will convince you