mplied.

7

In mutual flame, their bosoms burn,
He steals a rapt'rous kiss;
When soon old Juliannes return,
Distroy'd the lovers bliss.

8

By Farm-house door in wicker cage,
A Magpie hung to view;
Whose prattling tongue would oft assuage,
The melancholy few.

9

Julianne now strict orders made,
To clean up all the plate;
Annette her orders quick obey'd
And sought the outer gate.

10

Her Father who was sadly poor,
And wander'd heedless were;
Just at the moment reach'd the door,
In wild, and deep dispair.

11

His wretched form, she knew full well,
His voice she knew as soon;
Her feelings now what pen can tell,
She dropt both fork and spoon.

12

She rush'd distracted to his arms,
In extacy of joy;
Nor dreamt that scoffs and rude alarms
Would e'er her peace destroy.

13

When at this moment from his hold,
The Magpie swiftly flew;
He seiz'd the spoon: ah! wretch so bold,
And dragg'd it from their view.

14

Swift to the Abbey then he sped,
Borne on the buoyant air;
Nor ever thought that as he fled,
Annette his guilt would bear.

[Illustration: _Verse 32_]

15

Look up my child and view me here,
One lost to all his clan;
My enemies, alas! are near,
To claim a wretched man.

16

Then on his neck the fair one fell,
A victim to dispair;
He strove her fondness to dispell,
Her grief he could not bear.

17

Just at this moment past the door,
A wretch to feelings blind;
He view'd the guest, and saw him poor,
And therefore prov'd unkind.

18

What wretched man is that I see
In garb so sad and torn?
A weary traveller, said she,
Who wanders here forlorn.

19

Come hither girl,----come hither lass,
Said justice with a smile;
Come cheer your spirits with a glass,
Each anxious hour beguile.

20

She saw his motive, knew his aim,
Her heart was elsewhere plac'd;
Her Blaisot's form, her Blaisot's name,
Was no where to be trac'd.

21

Just at this pause, there enter'd straight,
His worships clerk with speed;
With papers relative to fate,
Or some foul bloody deed.

22

Read this my child, the justice said,
And tell me what they say;
Judge what she felt; ah! luckless maid,
Now think of her dismay.

[Illustration: _Verse 44_]

23

Her Fathers name was couple'd there,
With death and sore disgrace;
"Desertion" was his crime,--dispair
Was written in her face.

24

She urg'd the justice from the spot,
And he at length compli'd