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Ποίας δ' αποσπασθείσα φύτλας
Sprung from what line, adorns the maid
Pind. Pyth. IX.
MR. CHAINMAIL forgot the Captain and the route of Giraldus de Barri. He became suddenly satisfied that the ruined castle in his present neighbourhood was the best possible specimen of its class, and that it was needless to carry his researches further.
He visited the farm daily : found himself always welcome; flattered himself that the young lady saw him with pleasure, and dragged a heavier chain at every new parting
from Miss Susan, as the children called his nymph of the mountains. What might be her second name, he had vainly endeavoured to discover.
Mr. Chainmail was in love: but the determination he had long before formed and fixed in his mind, to marry only a lady of gentle blood, without a blot in her escutcheon, repressed the declarations of passion which were often rising to his lips. In the meantime, he left no means untried, to pluck out the heart of her mystery.
The young lady soon divined his passion, and penetrated his prejudices. She began to look on him with favorable eyes; but she feared her name and parentage would present an insuperable barrier to his feudal pride.
Things were in this state when the Captain
returned, and unpacked his maps and books in the parlour of the inn.
MR. CHAINMAIL. Really, Captain, I find so many objects of attraction in this neighbourhood, that I would gladly postpone our purpose.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME. Undoubtedly, this neighbourhood has many attractions; but there is something very inviting in the scheme you laid down.
No doubt, there is something very tempting in the route of Giraldus de Barri. But there are better things in this vicinity even than that. To tell you the truth, Captain, I have fallen in love.
CAPTAIN FITZCHROME. The plunge must have been very sudden, if you are already over head and ears.
And what may that be?
MR. CHAINMAL. A pool not far off: a resting-place of a mountain stream, which is said to have no bottom. There is a tradition connected with it; and here is a ballad on it, at your service.
THE POOL OF THE DIVING FRIAR.
GWENWYNWYN withdrew from the feasts of his hall :
He found it at length, and he made its first proof
With these, on the plains like a torrent he broke;
He took castles and towns; he cut short limbs and lives;
When, at last, he had gained all for which he had striven,
He sought the grey friars, who, beside a wild stream,