"FROM THAT DAY FORTH THE ISLE HAS BEEN
BY WANDERING SAILORS NEVER SEEN,

SOME SAY 'TIS BURIED DEEP
BENEATH THE SEA, WHICH BREAKS AND ROARS
ABOVE ITS SAVAGE ROCKY SHORES,

NOR E'ER IS KNOWN TO SLEEP.”

HERE was a certain island in the sea, the only inhabitants of

which were an old man, whose name was Prospero, and his daughter Miranda, a very beautiful young lady. She came to this island so young that she had no memory of having seen any other human face than her father's.

They lived in a cave or cell made out of a rock; it was divided into several apartments, one of which Prospero called his study ; there