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me fee it: the bad folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril-on opening it, I sawan S marked in one of the corner.
She had since that, she told me, itrayed as far as Rome, and walked round St. Peter's once and returned back--that she found her way alone across the Apennines-had travelled over all Lombardy without money—and through the Ainty roads of Savoy without shoes : how she had borne it, and how she had got supported, the could not tell--but God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the shorn lamb.
Shorn indeed ! and to the quick, said I ; and wast thou in my own land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee; thou shouldst eat of my own bread, and drink of my own cup— I would be kind to thy Sylvioin all thy weakness and wanderings I would seek after thee, and bring thee back-when the sun went down I would say my prayers, and when I had done, thou shouldīt play thy evening fong upon thy pipe ; nor would the incense of my facrifice be worse accepted, for entering heaven along with that of a broken heart.
NATURE melted within me, as I uttered this ; and Maria observing, as I took out my handkerchief, that it was steeped too much already to be of use, would needs go wash it in the ftream-And where will you dry it, Maria ? faid 1-I will dry it in my bosom, said she—it will do me good. And is your
heart still so warm, Maria ? said I. I TOUCHED upon the string on which hung all her sorrows
The lookelt with wistful disorder for some time in my face; and then, without saying any thing, took her pipe, and played her service to the Virgin-The string I had touched ceased to vibrate-in-a moment or two Maria returned to herself let her pipe fail-and rose up.
And where are you going, Maria ? said I,-She faid, to Moulines. Let us go, said I, together.-Maria put her arm within mine, and lengthening the ftring to let the dog follow in that order we entered Moulines.
Though I hate falutations and greetings in the marketplace, yet when we got into the middle of this, I ftooped to take my
last look and last farewel of Maria. MARIA, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly still she was feminine :and so much was there about her of all that the heart wilhes,
eye looks for in woman, that could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of Eliza's out of mine, she should not only eat of my bread and drink of my own cup, but Maria should lie in my bosom, and be unto me as a daughter.
ADIEU, poor luckless maiden !imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journieth on his way, now pours into thy wounds--the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up for ever.
FT it has been my lot to mark
A proud, conceited, talking spark,
Returning from his finished tour,
Two travellers of such a cast,
« Hold there," the other quick replies, “ 'Tis green I saw it with these eyes, “ As late with open mouth it lay, « And warm'd it in the sunny ray ; " Streach'd at its ease the beast I view'd, 6 And saw it eat the air for food."
“ I've seen it, Sir, as well as you,
And must again affirm it blue " At leisure I the beast survey'd
Extended in the cooling shade.
« Tis green,
'tis green, Sir, I assure ye• Green !” cries the other, in a fury“ Why, Sir-d'ye think I've lost my eyes ?"
“ 'Twere no great loss,” the friend replies,
So high at last the contest rose,
“ Sirs,” cries the umpire, “ cease your pother-
“ Well then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the
" I'll turn him out : “ And when before your eyes I've set him, “ If you don't find him black, I'll eat him."
He said ; then full before their fight Produc'd the beast, and lo!-'twas white. Both star'd, the man look'd wond'rous wife
My children," the Camelion cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue) “ You all are right, and all are wrong :
“ When next you talk of what you view,
CH A P.
THE YOUTH AND THE PHILOSOPHER,
GRECIAN Youth, of talents rare,
Whom Plato's plıilosophic care
At length quite vain, he needs would shew
Howe'er, the youth, with forward air,