The Investigation.

Whereon to ground those doubts but just exprest;— Doubts, which must interest the feeling breast: 'Her Brother wert thou, George?—how; prithee say: Canst thou forego, or cast that name away?'

'No living proofs have I,' the Youth reply'd, That we by closest ties are not allied; But in my memory live, and ever will, A mother's dying words......I hear them still: She said, to one who watch'd her parting breath, "Don't separate the Children at my death; They're not both mine: but—" Here the scene was clos'd; She died, and left us helpless and expos'd; Nor Time hath thrown, nor Reason's opening power, One friendly ray on that benighted hour.'

Ne'er did the Chieftains of a Warring State Hear from the Oracle their half-told fate With more religious fear, or more suspense, Than Phoebe now endur'd:—for every sense