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A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT.
MARIA. 'Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother. of
Poor old Leoni!-Angels rest his soul!
home, And reared himn at the then Lord Velez' cost..
And so the babe grew up a pretty boy,
them in. With earth and water, on the stumps of trees. A Friar, who gathered simples in the wood, A grey-haired man-he loved this little boy, The boy loved him--and, when the Friar
· taught him, He soon could write with the pen; and from
that time, Lived chiefly at the Convent or the Castle. So he became a very learned youth. But Oh! poor wretch !-he read, and read,
and read, 'Till his brain turned-and ere his twentieth
vear, He had unlawful thoughts of many things: And though he prayed, he never loved to pray With holy men; nor in a holy place ;-But-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, And wander up and down at liberty. He always doted on the youth, and now His love grew desperate; and defying death, He made that running entrance. I described: And the young man escaped.
'Tis a sweet tale: ini, Such as would lull a listening child to sleep, His rosy face besoiled with unwiped tears... And what became of him?
He went on ship-board With those bold voyagers, who made discovery Of golden lands. Leoni's younger brother Went likewise, and when he returned to Spain, He told Leoni, that the poor mad youth, Soon after they arrived in that new world, In spite of his dissuasion, seized a boat, And all alone, set sail by silent moonlight Up a great river, great as any sea, And ne'er was heard of more; but ’tis supposed, He lived and died aniong the savage men.