I never sahe man whom you describe.

        MARIA.

        tis strange! he spake of you familiarly

        As mine and Alberts on 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

        Ile po you--

        tis more like o e t _has_ been.

        MARIA.

        O my dear Me man    me

        troubled he moon

        Breeds in t it,

        till lost in in eye

        S t entrance, Mother!

        FOStER-MOthER.

        o 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?

        Beree,    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, ed in deep discourse,

        th such a groan,

        t tottered, and had well-nigh fallen

        Rigened;

        A fever seized him, and he made fession

        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 defyih,

        irance I described:

        And the young man escaped.

        MARIA.

        tis a s tale:

        Sug 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.
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