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“ Before I left Domremi's pleasant home,
I sate beside the brook, my labouring soul

Full, as inebriate with Divinity.
« Then Conrade! I beheld the ruffian herd

“ Circle a flaming pile, where at the stake “ A female stood; the iron bruised her breast, “ And round her limbs un garmented, the fire o Curl'd its fierce Aakes. I saw her countenance,

I knew * MYSELF." Then, in subdued tones Of calmness, “ there are moments when the soul From her own impulse with strange dread recoils, “ Suspicious of herself : but with most full And perfect faith I know this vision sent “ From Heaven, and feel of its unerring truth,

* Hæc igitur Janna Pulcella virgo, cum magnam gloriam in armis esset adepta, et regnum Francorum magnâ ex parte deperditum, e manibus, Anglorum pugnando eripuisset, in suâ florente ætate constituta, non solum se morituram, sed et genus suæ mortis cunctis prædixit.

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As that God liveth, that I live myself,
" The feeling that deceives not.”

By the hand
Her Conrade held and cried, Ill-fated Maid,
“ That I have torn thee from Affe&tion's breast,
My soul will

groan
in anguish.

Thou wilt serve
“ Like me, the worthless Court, and having servid,
“ In the hour of ill abandon'd, thou shalt curse
The duty that deluded. Of the world
“Fatigued, and loathing at my fellow men
« I shall be seen no more. There * is a path
“ The eagle hath not mark'd it, the young wolf
“ Knows not its hidden windings : I have trod
“ That path, and mark'd a melancholy den,
« Where one whose jaundiced soul abhors itself,

There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen : The lion's whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.

Job. xxviii. 7. 8.

“May pamper him in compleat wretchedness.
“There sepulchred, the ghost of what he was,

Conrade shall dwell, and in the languid hour,
“ When the jarr'd senses sink to a sick calm,
“ Shall mourn the waste of frenzy ?"

Then the Maid Fix'd upon Conrade her commanding eye, I pass'd the fertile Auxerrois," she cried, The vines had spread their interwoven shoots “ Over the unpruned vineyards, the rich grapes “ Rotted beneath the leaves, for there was none To tread the vintage, and the birds of Heaven “ Had glutted them. I saw the cattle start As they did hear * the loud alarum bell

*" In sooth the estate of France was then most miserable. There appeared nothing but a horrible face, confusion, poverty, desolation, solitarinesse and feare. The lean and bare labourers in the country did terrifie even theeves themselves, who had nothing left them to spoile but the carkasses of these poore miserable creatures, wandering up and down like ghostes drawne out of their graves. The least farmes and

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“ As that God liveth, that I live myself, " The feeling that deceives not.”

By the hand Her Conrade held and cried, « Ill-fated Maid, “ That I have torn thee from Affection's breast,

My soul will groan in anguish. Thou wilt serve “ Like me, the worthless Court, and having servid, “ In the hour of ill abandon'd, thou shalt curse The duty that deluded. Of the world “Fatigued, and loathing at my fellow men « I shall be seen no more. There * is a path ~ The eagle hath not mark’d it, the young wolf “ Knows not its hidden windings : I have trod “ That path, and mark'd a melancholy den, Where one whose jaundiced soul abhors itself,

* There is a path which no fowl knoweth, and which the vulture's eye hath not seen : The lion's whelps have not trodden it, nor the fierce lion passed by it.

Job. xxviii. 7. 8..

“May pamper him in compleat wretchedness.
“ There sepulchred, the ghost of what he was,
« Conrade shall dwell, and in the languid hour,
When the jarrd senses sink to a sick calm,
“ Shall mourn the waste of frenzy !"

Then the Maid Fix'd upon Conrade her commanding eye, I pass'd the fertile Auxerrois," she cried, “ The vines had spread their interwoven shoots " Over the unpruned vineyards, the rich grapes • Rotted beneath the leaves, for there was none “ To tread the vintage, and the birds of Heaven “ Had glutted them. I saw the cattle start As they did hear * the loud alarum bell

*" In sooth the estate of France was then most miserable. There appeared nothing but a horrible face, confusion, poverty, desolation, solitarinesse and feare. The lean and bare labourers in the country did terrifie even theeves themselves, who had nothing left them to spoile but the carkasses of these poore miserable creatures, wandering up and down like ghostes drawne out of their graves. The least farmes and

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