Tell me, then, who is the fortunate virgin ?' 'You shall hear, my Clodius.

Several months ago I was sojourning at Neapolis, a city utterly to my own heart, for it still retains the manners and stamp of its Grecian origin--and it yet merits the name of Parthenope, from its delicious air and its beautiful shores.

One day I entered the temple of Minerva, to offer up my prayers, not for myself more than for the city on which Pallas smiles no longer.

The temple was empty and deserted.

The recollections of Athens crowded fast and meltingly upon me: imagining myself still alone in the temple, and absorbed in the earnestness of my devotion, my prayer gushed from my heart to my lips, and I wept as I prayed.