"Thus, on deceitful Aetna's Flow'ry side Unfading verdure glads the roving eye, While secret flames with unextinguish'd rage Insatiate on her wafted entrails prey, And melt her treach'rous beauties into ruin.

To Holdin of Flanders and Guitard the Poitivin were committed another companyright glad were they of their trust.

mortal glad, I be,as 'tis you, Mr. Belloo sir.

Soon, like the same lovely heroine, "We reached the placeright glad we were," and, without further delay, we were again on board our little boat and skimming over the now placid waters.