Jean-François Marmontel,
Shepherdess of the Alps
(1840s)
“ It is incredible, said Adelaide. I thought so too, replied he, whilst listening to your voice, and now I am convinced of it: though sometimes nature and love will frolicsomely, bestow their choicest favours on the meanest objects, to shew there is no condition, be it ever so low, but what they can ennoble. Whilst they thus discoursed, advancing in the valley, Fonrose, animated by a small ray of hope, began to make it resound with rapturous notes that pleasure inspires.— Ah! cease, cried Adelaide, spare me the image of a sentiment I never more shall taste. This solitude is consecrated to grief ”

