- price, watching her countenance, and seeing
the pain these acrimonious lines had given her, reproved the friar "No, no," he cried "if she must hear her destiny, let me reveal it."
The task to tell thy fate, be mine,
And every bliss I wish thee, thine.
So heavenly fair, so pure, so blest,
Admired by all, by all carest.
The ills of life thou ne'er shalt know,
Or weep alone for others woe.
"For the honour of our tribe, cease Aaron" said a female gipsey advancing: "positively I will not hear any more of this flat parody. The friar's malice I could endure; but this will mar all."—Whatever the female gipsey might say, Aaron had a certain figure, and countenance which were sufficiently commanding and attractive. He had disengaged himself from his companions; and now approached Calantha, and asked her to allow him to take care of her through the crowd. "This is abominable trea-
