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THE

FOSTER-MOTHER'S TALE,

A DRAMATIC FRAGMENT.

Foster-MOTHER.
I never saw the man whom you describe.

MARIA. 'Tis strange! he spake of you familiarly As mine and Albert's common Foster-mother. of

Foster-Mother.
Now blessings on the man, whoe'er he be,
That joined your names with mine! O my

sweet lady,
As often as I think of those dear times
When you two little ones would stand at eve
On each side of my chair, and make me learn
All you had learnt in the day; and how to talk
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!

FOSTER-MOTHER.
the · 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 trée, while yet it was a tree,
He found a baby wrapt in mosses, lined
With thistle-beards, and such small locks of

wool ;
As hang on brambles. Well, he brought him.

home, And reared himn at the then Lord Velez' cost..

And so the babe grew up a pretty boy,
A pretty boy, but most unteachable-
And never learnt a prayer, nor told a bead,
But knew the names of birds, and mocked

their notes,
And whistled, as he were a bird himself:
And all the autumn 'twas his only play
To get the seeds of wild flowers, and to plant

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.

MARIA.

'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?

FOSTER-MOTHER.

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.

VOL. I

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