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Thou whose fair eyes Rouse in us painful joys and blissful sighs;

When on Bellona's ranks thy glance descends, All spears are

broken and each buckler bends: To-day soft Hymen conquers cruel

Mars; Thy gentle hand the hissing serpents tears } From Discord's

hydra front, emblem of dreadful wars- }

Thaddeus and Sophia began to clap vigorously, as if in applause,

but really because they did not wish to hear further. Now at the

Judge's bidding the parish priest mounted the table and

proclaimed Thaddeus's determination to the villagers.