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She was dressed in white, and much as my friend described her, except that her hair hung loose, which before was twisted within a filk net. She had, fuperadded likewise to her jacket, a pale green riband which fell across her shoulder to the waist; at the end of which hung her pipe. Her goat had been as faithless as her lover; and she had got a little dog in lieu of him, which she had kept tied by a string to her girdle; as I looked at her dog, she drew him towards her with the ftring - Thou shalt not leave me, Sylvio,” said she. Į looked in Maria's eyes, and faw she was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat; for as the uttered then, the tears trickled down her cheeks,
I sat down close by her; and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell, with my handkerchief. I then steeped it in my own-and then in her's and then in mine--and then I wiped her's again--and as I did it, I felt fuch undefcribable emotions within me, as I am sure could not be accounted for from
combinations of matter and motion. I AM positive I have a soul; nor can all the books with which materialists lave pestered the world ever convince me
of the contrary.
When Maria had come a little to herself, I aked her if The remembered pale thin person of a man who had fat down betwixt her and her
before? She faid, she was unsettled much at that time, but remembered it upon two accounts--that ill as she was, she saw the person pitied her; and next, that her goat had stolen his handkerchief, and she had beat him for the theft he had washed it, she said, in the brook, and kept it ever since in her pocket, to restore it to him in cafe she should ever see him again, which, she added, he had half promised her, As she told me this, she took the handkerchief out of her pocket to let
me fee it: she had fokled it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril on opening it, I saw an S marked in one of the corners.
She had since that, she told me, ftrayed as far as Rome, and walked round St. Peter's once and returned back that The found her way alone across the Apennines-had travelled over all Lombardy without money—and through the finty roads of Savoy without fhoes : how she had borne it, and how she had got supported, she could not tell--but God tempers the wind, said Maria, to the fhorn lamb.
Shorn indeed! and to the quick, said I; and waft thou in my own land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee; thou fhouldst eat of my own bread, and drink of my own cup- I would be kind to thy Sylvioin all thy weakness and wanderings I would seek after thee, and bring thee back-when the fun went down I would say my prayers, and when I had done, thou shouldst play thy evening fong upon thy pipe; nor would the incense of
my facrifice be worse accepted, for entering heaven along withi that of a broken heart.
NATURE melted within me, as I uttered this; and Maria observing, as I took out my handkerchief, that it was steeped too much already to be of use; would needs go wash it in the stream-And where will you dry it, Maria? faid I-I will dry it in my bosom, said she-it will do me good.
And is your heart still so warm, Maria ? said I.. I TOUCHED upon the string on which hung all her sorrows -The looked with wistful disorder for some time in my face ; and then, without saying any thing, took her pipe, and played: her service to the Virgin—The string I had touched ceased to vibrate-in a moment or two Maria returned to herself let her pipe fall--and rose up.
AND where are you going, Maria ? faid I.-She said, to Moulines.--Let us go, said I, together.--Maria pat her arın within mine, and lengthening the string to let the dog follow - in that order we entered Moulines.
THOUGH I hate falutations and greetings in the marketplace, yet when we got into the middle of this, I stopped to take my last look and last farewel of Maria.
MARIA, though not tall, was nevertheless of the first order of fine forms-affliction had touched her looks with something that was scarce earthly—Atill she was feminine : and so much was there about her of all that the heart wishes,
eye looks for in woman, that could the traces be ever worn out of her brain, and those of Eliza's out of mine, The hould not only eat of my bread and drink of my own cup, but Maria should lie in my bosom, and be unto me as a daughter.
luckless maiden !--imbibe the oil and wine which the compassion of a stranger, as he journieth on his way, now pours into thy wounds—the Being who has twice bruised thee can only bind them up
Returning from his finith'd tour,
Two travellers of such a caft,
* Hold there," the other quick replies, “ 'Tis green--I faw it with these eyes, “ As late with open mouth it lay, or And warm'd it in the funny ray; "Stretch'd at its ease the beast I view'd, • And saw it eat the air for food."
" I've seen it, Sir, as well as you, * And must again affirm it blue; 56 At leisure I the beast furvey'd« Extended in the cooling shade.
" 'Tis green, 'tis green, Sir, I assure ye « Green!” cries the other, in a fury
Why, Sir--d'ye think I've lost my eyes ?”
“ 'Twere no great loss,” the friend replies.
So high at last the contest rose,
" Sirs," cries the umpire, “ cenfe your potherm
“ Well then, at once to ease the doubt," Replies the man,
6. l'll turn him out : " And when before your eyes I've set him, « If you don't find him black, I'll eat him."
He faid; then full before their fight Produc'd the beast, and lo!-'twas white, Both star'd, the man look'd wond rous wise
My children,” the Camelion cries, (Then first the creature found a tongue) " You all are right, and all are wrong: