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Lo! here are charms of mighty power!
This makes secure an husband's truth;
And this, composed at midnight hour,
Will force to love the coldest youth.
This makes secure an husband's truth;
And this, composed at midnight hour,
Will force to love the coldest youth.
If any maid too much has granted,
Her loss this philtre will repair.
This blooms a cheek where red is wanted,
And this will make a brown girl fair;
Her loss this philtre will repair.
This blooms a cheek where red is wanted,
And this will make a brown girl fair;
Then silent hear, while I discover
What I in fortune's mirror view;
And each, when many a year is over,
Shall own the Gipsy's sayings true.
What I in fortune's mirror view;
And each, when many a year is over,
Shall own the Gipsy's sayings true.
"Dear aunt!" said Antonia when the stranger had finished. "is she not mad?"
"Mad? Not she, child; she is only wicked. She is a gipsy, a sort of vagabond, whose sole occupation is to run about the country telling lyes, and pilfering from those who come by their money honestly. Out upon such vermin! If I were king of Spain, every one of them should be burnt alive, who was found in my dominions after the next three weeks."
These words were pronounced so audibly, that they reached the gipsy's ears. Sheimme-
