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In truth he was a strange and ight,

Fond of each gentle, and each dreadful scene,

In darkness, and in storht;

Nor less than when on ocean-wave serene

The southern sun diffus'd his dazzling sheen

Even sad vicissitude ah would sometimes intervene,

And down his cheek a tear of pity roll,

A sigh, a tear, so sweet, he wish'd not to controul

THE MINSTREL

St Aubert awoke at an early hour, refreshed by sleep, and desirous to

set forward He invited the stranger to breakfast with hiain of the road, Valancourt said, that, some months past, he had

travelled as far as Beaujeu, which was a town of some consequence on the

way to Rousillon He recommended it to St Aubert to take that route,

and the latter determined to do so

'The road from this hamlet,' said Valancourt, 'and that to Beaujeu, part

at the distance of about a league and a half froive me leave, I will direct your muleteer so far I must wander

somewhere, and your company would make this a pleasanter ramble than any

other I could take' St Aubert thankfully accepted his offer, and they set out together, the

young stranger on foot, for he refused the invitation of St Aubert to

take a seat in his little carriage

The road wound along the feet of the ht with verdure, and varied with groves of dwarf oak,