Chapter 162 DE WILTON'S HISTORY.

"Forget we that disastrous day,

When senseless in the lists I lay.

Thence dragged-but how I cannot know,

For, sense and recollection fled,

I found me on a pallet low,

Within my ancient beadsman's shed.

Austin-remember'st thou, my Clare,

How thou didst blush, when the old man,

When first our infant love began,

Said we woul