fully; close their hands, and believe that they hold them fast. By and by, they open their hands and find nothing.]
"Trick after trick deludes the train.
He shakes his bag, and shews all fair,
His fingers spread, and nothing there,
Then bids it rain with showers of gold;
And now his ivory eggs are told.
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A purse she to a thief exposed;
At once his ready fingers closed.
He opes his fist, the treasure's fled,
He sees a halter in his stead."
Note 25.Page 119.
This is the twenty-sixth chapter in Warton's Analysis.
Note 26.Page 124.
The demon-hunter in Boccacio is brought to mind by this story. There the lady's apprehensions "grew so powerful upon her, that to prevent the like heavy doom from falling on her, she studied (and therein bestowed all the night season) how to
