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Rh The beggar has borne me a beggarly race"— The children still list with displeasure.

"And if thus the husband, the father rejects You, rashly the most sacred ties disconnects, You'll find in your grandsire a father! The beggar your father so little respects Will honour and wealth for you gather. This castle is mine! Thou didst rob me of it; I know where I've hid ev'ry treasure; I bear with me warrant by royal hand writ!"— The children are list'ning with pleasure.

"Legitimate king has returned to his land, Gives back what was taken from true followers' band, Laws gentle and mild is proclaiming." The old man thus spoke with a look kind and bland, "My son, thee no longer I'm blaming; Return to thyself from thy fury's wild flood, I'll loosen the seals of each treasure, Thy princess has borne thee a true princely blood"— The children are list'ning with pleasure.

 THE FAITHLESS BOY.

was a wooer blithe and gay,— A son of France was he,— Who in his arms for many a day, As though his bride were she, A poor young maiden had caressed, And fondly kissed, and fondly pressed, And then at length deserted.

When this was told the nut-brown maid, Her senses straightway fled; 