the innocence and sincerity of childhood. Our parents were aware of

our feelings, and were not sorry to perceive them, for they saw

clearly that as they ripened they must lead at last to a marriage

between us, a thing that seemed almost prearranged by the equality

of our families and wealth. We grew up, and with our growth grew the

love between us, so that the father of Luscinda felt bound for

propriety's sake to refuse me admission to his house, in this

perhaps imitating the parents of that Thisbe so celebrated by the