"Jest!" quoth Milor; "why, Adeline, you know

That we ourselves—'twas in the honey moon

Saw——"—"Well, no matter, 'twas so long ago;

But, come, I'll set your story to a tune."

Graceful as Dian when she draws her bow,

She seized her harp, whose strings were kindled soon

As touched, and plaintively began to play

The air of "'Twas a Friar of Orders Gray."[NZ]