BUT when the mother saw her daughter's case, She made her thank the monk, and leave the place. The hermit blessed the Lord for what was done; A pleasant course his humble slave had run. He told the mother and her daughter fair, The child, by God's permission, gifts would share. Howe'er, be careful, said the wily wight, That with your infant ev'ry thing goes right; To you, from thence, great happiness will spring: You'll reign the parent of what's more than king; Your relatives to noble rank will rise: Some will be princes; others lords comprise; Your nephews cardinals; your cousins too Will dukes become, if they the truth pursue; And places, castles, palaces, there'll be, For you and them of every high degree; You'll nothing want: eternal is the source, Like waters flowing in the river's course. This long prediction o'er: with features grave, His benediction to them both he gave. WHEN home returned, the girl, each day and night, Amused her mind with prospects of delight; By fancy's aid she saw the future pope, And all prepared to greet her fondest hope; But what arrived the whole at once o'erthrew Hats, dukedoms, castles, vanished from the view: The promised elevation of the NAME Dissolved to air:-a little female came! THE CONVENT GARDENER OF LAMPORECHIO