I never sahe man whom you describe.

    MARIA.

    tis strange! he spake of you familiarly

    As mine and Alberts common Foster-mother.

    FOStER-MOthER.

    Nohe man, whoeer he be,

    t joined your names  lady,

    As often as I times

    tle ones and at eve

    On each side of my chair, and make me learn

    All you  in to talk

    In gentle po you--

    tis more like o come t _has_ been.

    MARIA.

    O my dear Motrange man  me

    troubled he moon

    Breeds in t it,

    till lost in in eye

    S t entrance, Mother!

    FOStER-MOthER.

    Can no one  is a perilous tale!

    MARIA.

    No one.

    FOStER-MOthER

    My old it me,

    Poor old Leoni!--Angels rest his soul!

    he was a woodman, and could fell and saw

    ity arm. You kno huge round beam

    he old chapel?

    Beneat tree,  ree

    in mosses, lined

    itle-beards, and such small locks of wool

    As  him home,

    And reared  t.

    And so tty boy,

    A pretty boy, but most unteachable--

    And never learnt a prayer, nor told a bead,

    But knees,

    And wled, as he were a bird himself:

    And all tumn twas his only play

    to get to plant them

    iter, on tumps of trees.

    A Friar, whe wood,

    A grey-tle boy,

    taught him,

    e  time,

    Lived c t or tle.

    So h.

    But Och!--he read, and read, and read,

    till urned--and ere ieth year,

    s of many things:

    And to pray

    ith holy men, nor in a holy place--

    But yet   and s,

    te Lord Velez neer h him.

    And once, as by the Chapel

    tood together, chained in deep discourse,

    th such a groan,

    t tottered, and had well-nigh fallen

    Rigened;

    A fever seized him, and he made confession

    Of all tical and laalk

    t: so th was seized

    And cast into t her

    Sobbed like a c almost broke :

    And once as he cellar,

    inctly; ths,

    green ?elds,

    it were on lake or wild savannah,

    to  for food, and be a naked man,

    And  liberty.

    ed on th, and now

    e; and defying death,

    cunning entrance I described:

    And the young man escaped.

    MARIA.

    tis a s tale:

    Sucening co sleep,

    ears.--

    And w became of him?

    FOStER-MOthER.

    on ship-board

    ithose bold voyagers, who made discovery

    Of golden lands. Leonis younger brother

    ent likeo Spain,

    old Leoni, t th,

    Soon after t new world,

    In spite of ,

    And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight

    Up a great river, great as any sea,

    And neer is supposed,

    he savage men.