of which hung her pipe.-Her goat had been as faithlefs as her lover; and he had got a little dog in lieu of him, which fhe had kept tied by a ftring to her girdle; as I look'd at her dog, fhe drew him towards her with the ftring.-" Thou shalt not "leave me, Sylvio," faid fhe. I look'd in Maria's eyes, and faw fhe was thinking more of her father than of her lover or her little goat; for as fhe utter'd them the tears trickled down her cheeks.

I fat down close by her; and Maria let me wipe them away as they fell with my handkerchief.-I then fteep'd it in my own-and then in hers-and then in mine-and then

I wip'd

I wip'd hers again and as I did it, I felt fuch undescribable emotions within me, as I am fure could not be accounted for from any combinations of matter and motion.

I am pofitive I have a foul; nor can all the books with which materialists have pester'd the world ever convince me of the contrary.

MARIA.

W

HEN Maria had come a little to herself, I ask'd her if the remember'd a pale thin perfon of

a man who had fat down betwixt her and her goat about two years before? She faid, fhe was unfettled much at that time, but remember'd it upon two accounts-that ill as she was she faw the perfon pitied her; and next, that her goat had ftolen his handkerchief, and fhe had beat him for the theft-she had wash'd it, fhe faid, in the brook, and kept it ever fince in her pocket to restore it to him in cafe she should ever see him again, which,

the added, he had half promised her. As fhe told me this, fhe took the handkerchief out of her pocket to let me fee it; fhe had folded it up neatly in a couple of vine leaves, tied round with a tendril-on opening it, I faw an S mark'd in one of the corners.

She had fince that, fhe told me, ftray'd as far as Rome, and walk'd round St. Peter's once-and return'd back-that the found her way alone across the Appenines-had travell❜d over all Lombardy without money-and through the flinty roads of Savoy without fhoes-how fhe had borne it, and how fhe had got fupported, fhe could not tell-but God tempers

tempers the wind, faid Maria, to the

fhorn lamb.

Shorn indeed! and to the quick, faid I; and wast thou in my own' land, where I have a cottage, I would take thee to it and shelter thee: thou shouldst eat of my own bread, and drink of my own cup-I would be kind to thy Sylvio-in all thy weakneffes and wanderings I would feek after thee and bring thee back-when the fun went down I would fay iny prayers; and when I had done thou shouldft play thy evening fong upon thy pipe, nor would the incense of my facrifice be worfe accepted for entering heaven along with that of a broken heart.

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