That joined your names with mine! O my sweet lady,

He heard a voice distinctly; twas the youths,

Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it,

His love grew desperate; and defying death,

And whistled, as he were a bird himself:

All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk

FOSTER-MOTHER.

He had unlawful thoughts of many things:

And wander up and down at liberty.

With thistle-beards, and such small locks of wool

A fever seized him, and he made confession

Sobbed like a child--it almost broke his heart:

MARIA.

And though he prayed, he never loved to pray

I never saw the man whom you describe.

His rosy face b九九藏書esoiled with unwiped tears.--

With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam

He made that cunning entrance I described:

How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah,

And once as he was working in the cellar,

Tis a sweet tale:

Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye

Troubled with wilder fancies, than the moon

And once, as by the north side of the Chapel

A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood,

That the wall tottered, and had well-nigh fallen

When you two little ones would stand at eve

MARIA.

So he became a very learned youth.

Tis more like heaven to come than what _has_ been.

Which props the hangin九九藏書g wall of the old chapel?

The earth heaved under them with such a groan,

Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain,

Who sung a doleful song about green ?elds,

But Oh! poor wretch!--he read, and read, and read,

Till his brain turned--and ere his twentieth year,

O my dear Mother! this strange man has left me

With earth and water, on the stumps of trees.

Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened;

She gazes idly!--But that entrance, Mother!

Of all the heretical and lawless talk

The late Lord Velez neer was wearied with him.

They stood together, chained in deep dis九-九-藏-書course,

He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth,

He always doted on the youth, and now

But knew the names of birds, and mocked their notes,

He went on ship-board

With those bold voyagers, who made discovery

He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined

And neer was heard of more: but tis supposed,

The boy loved him--and, when the Friar taught him,

Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree

Now blessings on the man, whoeer he be,

Such as would lull a listening child to sleep,

On each side of my chair, and make me learn

And all the autumn twas his only play

With holy men, nor in a holy place--

Soon after they arrivｈtｔｐｓ://rｅad•９９ｃsw.cｏｍed in that new world,

A pretty boy, but most unteachable--

Lived chie?y at the Convent or the Castle.

In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat,

MARIA.

He lived and died among the savage men.

Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!

To get the seeds of wild ?owers, and to plant them

A grey-haired man--he loved this little boy,

He was a woodman, and could fell and saw

To hunt for food, and be a naked man,

Poor old Leoni!--Angels rest his soul!

But yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet,

Up a great river, great as any sea,

And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight

And never learnt a prayer, nor told a bead,

ｈｔtpｓ://ｒeａd•９９cｓw.ｃoｍAnd the young man escaped.

FOSTER-MOTHER.

FOSTER-MOTHER.

MARIA.

My husbands father told it me,

Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized

As mine and Alberts common Foster-mother.

FOSTER-MOTHER

And so the babe grew up a pretty boy,

As hang on brambles. Well, he brought him home,

And reared him at the then Lord Velez cost.

He soon could write with the pen: and from that time,

Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly

As often as I think of those dear times

In gentle phrase, then bid me sing to you--

Of golden lands. Leonis younger brother

No one.

And cast into that hole. My husbands father

And what became of him?