—niversity of Gottingen—

—niversity of Gottingen.

[At the repetition of this line Rogero clanks his chains in cadence.

III.

Barbs! Barbs! alas! how swift you flew

Her neat post-waggon trotting in!

Ye bore Matilda from my view;

Forlorn I languish’d at the U—

—niversity of Gottingen—

—niversity of Gottingen.