Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: CHAPTER II. Ah, my swete swetyng ! My lytyl prety swetyng, My swetyng vvyl l love wherever J go ; She ia so proper and pure, Full stedf'ast, stabill and demure, There is none such ye may be sure, As my swete swetyng. Old Song. Fly away ! Let my command force thee to that, which shame Would do without it. If thou understoodst The loathed office thou hast undergone, Why, thou wouldst hide thee under heaps of hills, Lest men should dig and find the. Beaumont And Fletcher. Is this the place where virtue is to suffer? Massinger. Mabel awoke in a feverish uneasy state the morning after her abduction, and found herself in a strange bed, having to it hangings of the costliest description. By degrees, the adventures of the preceding night came upon her memory. She could distinctly remember the treacherous gallant of her former acquaintance, and the forbidding features of his servile companion ; and then she had some faint remembrance of a courteous lady, who had assured her of her safety, and after a wondrous show of kindness and protection, bad made her take such refreshment as she needed, and then conducted her, as she said, to her own chamber, that she might sleep with a full sense of security. Sometime passed whilst the poor foundling endeavored to collect her scattered thoughts, to find out the reason she had been forcibly taken from her home. After wandering from one topic to another with no other result than to get more bewildered than she was at first, she resolved to dress herself forthwith, believing it to be far beyond her usual hour for so doing ; but whenshe sought her clothes, not a vestige was to he seen in any part of the chamber. This seemed stranger than all. She remembered the kind lady helping her to undress with manifold assurances of her per...