2060The air was frighted with the powder-thunder,
The bellowing noise did split the rocks in sunder.
Affrighted thus, the matron bid them gang,
And to Bellama gave a sad adieu;
Yet in her heart she griped with Envy's fang,
And o'er her looks a veil of sorrow drew.
The joyful parents, having got their daughter,
Gave a farewell unto the house with laughter.
Leaving the coach and cloister, we'll take part
With poor Albino in his woe and grief,