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A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT.
MARIA. 'Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother.
Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be,
In gentle phrase, then bid me sing to you 'Tis more like heaven to come than what has been.
MARIA. O my dear Mother ! this strange man has left me Troubled with wilder fancies, than the moon Breeds in the love-sick maid who gazes at it, Till lost in inward vision, with wet eye She gazes idly !—But that entrance, Mother!
FOSTER-MOTHER. Can no one hear? It is a perilous tale!
MARIA. No one.
My husband's father told it me,. Poor old Leoni !--Angels rest his soul ! He was a woodman, and could fell and saw With lusty arm. You know that huge round beam Which props the hanging wall of the old chapel ? Beneath that tree, while yet it was a tree..
He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined
He had unlawful thoughts of many things: . And though he prayed, he never loved to pray With holy nien, nor in a holy placeBut yet his speech, it was so soft and sweet, The late Lord Velez ne'er was wearied with him. And once, as by the north side of the Chapel They stood together, chained in deep discourse, The earth heaved under them with such a groan, That the wall tottered, and had well-nigh fallen Right on their heads. My Lord was sorely frightened ; A fever seized him, and he made confession : Of all the heretical and lawless talk : . Which brought this judgment: so the youth was seized And cast into that hole. My husband's father Sobbed like a child—it almost broke his heart : And once as he was working in the cellar, He heard a voice distinctly; 'twas the youth's, Who sung a doleful song about green fields, How sweet it were on lake or wild savannah, To hunt for food, and be a naked man,