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 han九-九-藏-書ging 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 i九_九_藏_書n deep discourse,

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 theyhttps://read.99csw.com arrived 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 be九九藏書ad,

And 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?