Her Fathers wealth to him she sold,
But heav’d a bitter sigh;
And as she took the glittering gold,
A tear bedim’d her eye.
33
The Jew was gone! she rush’d with joy,
To seek the hollow tree;
Delighted that she’d soon destroy
His cares and set him free.
34
But fate denied her good intent,
Julianne came that way;
And stop’d her course, on virtue bent,
And caus’d a short delay.
35
Come hither child, the matron said,
I’ve business here for you;
’Tis fit the plate be instant laid,
Ere you your course pursue.
36
She counted o’er each massy spoon,
When dreadful to relate;
The one deficient, very soon,
She miss’d among her plate.