The proofs of what I tell you. The old hag, Who stole you in your childhood, has confess’d; And probably they’ll hang her for the crime, To make the celebration more complete. _Vic._ No; let it be a day of general joy; Fortune comes well to all, that comes not late. Now let us join Don Carlos. _Hyp._ So farewell The Student’s wandering life! Sweet serenades, Sung under ladies’ windows in the night, And all that makes vacation beautiful! To you, ye cloister’d shades of Alcalá, To you, ye radiant visions of Romance, Written in books, but here surpass’d by truth, The Bachelor Hypolito returns And leaves the gipsy with the Spanish Student. THE END. NOTES. _Act II. Scene I._—Busné, or gentiles, is the name given by the gipsies to all who are not of their race. Calés is the name they give themselves. _Act III. Scene V._—The scraps of song in this scene are from Borrow’s “Zincali; or an Account of the Gipsies in Spain.” The gipsy words in the same scene may be thus interpreted: _Juan-Dorados_, pieces of gold. _Pigeon_, a simpleton. _In your morocco_, robbed, stripped. _Doves_, sheets. _Moon_, a shirt. _Chirelin_, a thief. _Murcigalleros_, those who steal at night-fall. _Rastilleros_, foot-pads. _Hermit_, highway robber. _Planets_, candles. _Commandments_, the fingers. _Saint Martin asleep_, to rob a person asleep. * * * * * THE CHILD’S PRAYER. BY ROBERT MORRIS. Great Being! whose eternal home Is in the far-off skies, Permit a little child to kneel And heavenward turn her eyes! They tell me that our lower world Is not a world of bliss, And that there is a realm beyond More beautiful than this! That there are seen angelic throngs Constant in songs of praise, That brothers, sisters, never part, And years are but as days— That smiles illumine every face, And joy cheers every breast, That sighs and sorrows are unknown, And all alike are blest! Oh! I would, when my life shall close, Soar to that happy land, And mingle with the good and fair, And join the angel band— Wings for my spirit I would have, That like a bird at last Upward and on my soul should soar, Rejoicing as it passed! But oh! I would not go alone, I would not leave behind A mother fond and dear as mine, A father, too, so kind— Oh! no, may these, when Death shall come To close these fading eyes, Soar with me to my heavenly home, Or meet me in the skies!