The maid in her place did all others excel, That the lady took notice, and liked her so well; Said she was born of a noble degree, And took her, her own fair companion to be. The hard-hearted Knight unto this place he came, A little time after, with persons of fame, But was struck to the heart when he there did behold This charming young virgin in trappings of gold. Then he asked the lady to grant him a boon, And said ’twas to talk with that virgin alone; The lady consented, and the young maid, Who quickly agreed, but was sorely afraid. When he did meet her, you strumpet, said he, Pray did not I charge you to never meet me; This hour is your last, to the world bid good night, For being so bold as to appear in my sight. Said she, in the sea, sir, you flung your own ring, And bid me not see you, unless I could bring That ring unto you, and I have it, said she, Behold, ’tis the same that was thrown in the sea. When the Knight saw the ring he did fly to her arms He kissed her and swore she’d a million of charms, Said he, charming creature, I pray pardon me, Who so often contrived the ruin of thee. ’Tis in vain for to alter what fate does decree, For I find thou wast born my dear bride to be; Then married they were, as I hear people say, And now she’s a lady both gallant and gay. Then quickly he to her parents did haste, Where the Knight told the story of all that was past, But asked both their pardons upon his bare knee, Which they gave, and rejoiced their daughter to see. Then he for the fisherman and his wife sent, And for their past trouble did give them content, But there was great joy by all those that did see, The farmer’s young daughter a lady to be. W. & T. FORDYCE, PRINTERS, 48, DEAN STREET, NEWCASTLE. A FULL, TRUE, REMARKABLE, & PARTICULAR ACCOUNT OF THE FAITHFUL LOVERS. [Illustration] ““Will you remember me, Jane?” “Yes!” “Will you keep your hand for me for a year?” “Yes!” “Will you answer me when I write to you?” “Yes!” “One request more--O Jane, reflect that my life depends upon your acquiescence--should I succeed, will you marry me, in spite of your uncle?” “Yes!” answered Jane. There was no pause--reply followed question, as if it were a dialogue which they had got by heart--and by heart indeed they had got it; but I leave you to guess the book they had conned it from.