XXXVIII.

"Jest!" quoth Milor; "why, Adeline, you know That we ourselves--'twas in the honey moon Saw----"--"Well, no matter, 'twas so long ago; But, come, I'll set your story to a tune." Graceful as Dian when she draws her bow, She seized her harp, whose strings were kindled soon As touched, and plaintively began to play The air of "'Twas a Friar of Orders Gray."[nz]