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** He calls Lois, My pretty little friend, fays 

 ** he to him, where wert thou when thou beheldefl 

 ** the lUanger, who gave ihee the fine ears of corn. 

 ** Lo'is, ap;irehending no evil, condufts him to the 

 " banks of the Seine. I was, fays he, under that 

 *^ filvcr- leaved willow; i wns running about over 

 " thole fnowy daifies: 1 flew to hide myfelf under 

 ** thefe reeds, becaufe I was naked. The treache- 

 " rous Druid fmiled : he feizes Lois, and plunges 

 *5 him into the depths of the ftreani. 



** The mother of Lo'is faw her beloved child no 

 ** more. She wanders thro igh the woods, calling 

 ** aloud; Lois I where art thou ? my darling child, 

 " Lois ! The echoes alone repeat, Lois, my dar- 

 ** ling child Lois ! She runs like one diftraded 

 ** along the hinks of the Seine. She perceives 

 " fbmething white by the edge of the water: He 

 " cannot be far off, faid (he; there are his beloved 

 ** flowers, there are his (nowy daifies. Alas ! it 

 " was Lois, her darling child Lois ! 



" She weeps, fhe groans, (he fighs ; (he takes 

 *' up in her trembling arms the clay-cold body of 

 *' Lois ; fhe fondly tries to re-animate him in her 

 ** bofom ; but the heart of the mother has no lon- 

 '* ger the power of communicating warmth to the 

 " body of the fon ; and the clay-cold body of 

 " the fon is already freezing the heart of a mo- 



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