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They entered, and for coffee called,—it came,
A beverage for Turks and Christians both, Although the way they make it's not the same.
Now Laura, much recovered, or less loth To speak, cries: « Bcppo ! what's your pagan name?
u Bless me ! your beard is of amazing growth! a And how came you to keep away so long? « Are you not sensible 'twas very wrong?
« And are you really, truly, now a Turk?
« With any other women did you wive? « Is't true they use their fingers for a fork?
« Well, that's the prettiest shawl—as I'm alive! •< You'll give it me ? They say you eat no pork.
<i And how so many years did you contrive « To—Bless me ! did I ever? No, I never « Saw a man grown so yellow I How's your liver? XCIII.
"Beppo ! that beard of yours becomes you not;
« It shall be shaved before you're a day older; •< Why do you wear it ? Oh! I had forgot—
« Pray don't you think the weather here is colder? « How do I look ? You shan't stir from this ?pot
« In that queer dress, for fear that some beholder « Should find you out, and make the story known. « How short your hair is ! Lord! how grey it's grown!
Is more than I know. He was cast away
Became a slave of course, and for his pay
Had bread and bastinadoes, till some bands
But he grew rich, and with his riches grew so
He thought himself in duty bound to do so,
Lonely he felt, at times, as Robin Crusoe,
Pound for Corfu; she was a fine polacca,
Manned with twelve hands, aud laden with tobacco.
Himself, and much (heaven knows how gotten) cash, He then embarked, with risk of life and limb,
And got clear off, although the attempt was rash;
For my part, I say nothing, lest we clash
Set sail, and kept her reckoning fairly on,
Except three days of calm when off Cape Bonn.
They reached the island, he transferred his lading, And self and live-stock, to another bottom,
And pass'd for a true Turkey-merchant, trading With goods of various names, but I've forgot 'em.
However, he got off by this evading,
Or else the people would perhaps have shot him;
And thus at Venice landed to reclaim
His wife, religion, house, and Christian name.
His wife received, the patriarch re-baptized hinv
He then threw off the garments which disguised him,
His friends the more for his long absence prized him, Finding he'd wherewithal to make them gay,
With dinners, where he oft became the laugh of them.
For stories,—but / don't believe the half of them.
Whatc'er his youth had suffered, his old age
With wealth and talking made him some amends;
Though Laura sometimes put him in a rage,
My pen is at the bottom of a page,
Which being fmished, here the story ends;
"Tis to be wished it had been sooner done,
But stories somehow lengthen when begun.
Alas! they had been friends in youth;
But never either found another
To free the hollow heart from paining—
They stood aloof, the scars remaining,
Like cliffs, which had been rent asunder;
A dreary sea now flows between,
But neither heat, nor frost, nor thunder,
Shall wholly do away, I ween,
The marks of that which once hath been.
FARE THEE WELL!
JT Are thee well! and if for ever,
Still for ever, fare thee well; Even though unforgiving, never
'Gainst thee shall my heart rebel. Would that breast were bared before thee
Where thy head so oft hath lain , While that placid sleep came o'er thee
Which thou ne'er can'st know again: Would that breast, by thee glanced over,
Every inmost thought could show! Then thou would'st at last discover
'Twas not well to spurn it so. Though the world for this commend thee—
Though it smile upon the blow, Even its praises must offend thee,
Founded on another's woe—
Could no other arm be found
To inflict a cureless wound?
Love may sink by slow decay, But by sudden wrench, believe not
Hearts can thus be torn away: Still thine own its life retaineth—
Still must mine, though bleeding, beat; And the undying thought which pniuctlv
Is—that we no more may meet.