talked of Giants, Savages, Ship-wrecks, and
Islands inhabited

'By Anthropophagi, and Men whose heads
Do grow beneath their shoulders,'

With many other circumstances to the full as remarkable. He said, that
He was born in Terra Incognita, was educated at an Hottentot
University, and had past two years among the Americans of Silesia.

'For what regards the loss of my eye' said He, 'it was a just
punishment upon me for disrespect to the Virgin, when I made my second
pilgrimage to Loretto. I stood near the Altar in the miraculous
Chapel: The Monks were proceeding to array the Statue in her best
apparel. The Pilgrims were ordered to close their eyes during this
ceremony: But though by nature extremely religious, curiosity was too
powerful. At the moment ..... I shall penetrate you with horror,
reverend Ladies, when I reveal my crime! .... At the moment that
the Monks were changing her shift, I ventured to open my left eye, and
gave a little peep towards the Statue. That look was my last! The
Glory which surrounded the Virgin was too great to be supported. I
hastily shut my sacrilegious eye, and never have been able to unclose
it since!'

At the relation of this miracle the Nuns all crossed themselves, and
promised to intercede with the blessed Virgin for the recovery of his
sight. They expressed their wonder at the extent of his travels, and
at the strange adventures which He had met with at so early an age.
They now remarked his Guitar, and enquired whether he was an adept in
Music. He replied with modesty that it was not for him to decide upon
his talents, but requested permission to appeal to them as Judges.
This was granted without difficulty.

'But at least,' said the old Porteress, 'take care not to sing any
thing profane.'

'You may depend upon my discretion,' replied Theodore: 'You shall hear
how dangerous it is for young Women to abandon themselves to their
passions, illustrated by the adventure of a Damsel who fell suddenly in
love with an unknown Knight.'

'But is the adventure true?' enquired the Porteress.

'Every word of it. It happened in Denmark, and the Heroine was thought
so beautiful that She was known by no other name but that of "the
lovely Maid".'

'In Denmark, say you?' mumbled an old Nun; 'Are not the People all
Blacks in Denmark?'

'By no means, reverend Lady; They are of a delicate pea-green with
flame-coloured hair and whiskers.'

'Mother of God! Pea-gree