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Oh! could I worship aught beneath the skies / That earth hath seen or fancy could devise, / Thine altar, sacred liberty, should stand, / Built by no mercenary vulgar hand, / With fragrant turf, and flowers as wild and fair, / As ever dressed a bank, or scented summer air. / Cowper
His whole attention bent upon bringing to justice the assassins of his sister, Lorenzo little thought how severely his interest was suffering in another quarter. As was before mentioned, he returned not to Madrid till the evening of that day on which Antonia was buried. Signifying to the Grand Inquisitor the order of the Cardinal-Duke (a ceremony not to be neglected, when a member of the church was to be arrested publicly) communicating his design to his uncle and Don Ramirez, and assembling a troop of attendants sufficiently to prevent opposition, furnished him with full occupation during the few hours preceding midnight. Consequently, he had no opportunity to enquire about his mistress, and was perfectly ignorant both of her death and her mother's.