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A Narration in Dramatic Blank Perse. .
But that entrance, Mother'.
Can no one hear 2 It is a perilous tale !
MARIA. No one.
FOSTER-MOTHER. 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
To gather seeds of wild flowers, and to plant them
But Oh! poor wretch—he read, and read, and read,
He had unlawful thoughts of many things:
Leonidoted on the youth, and now
He made that cunning entrance I described:
And the young man escaped.
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 among the savage men.