Las que engañas y entretienes Con maldiciones te ayuden, Y de tu muerte se huelguen. Piensa Gazul que se burla, Que es proprio del inocente, Y alçandose en los estribos Tomarle la mano quiere. Miente le dize Señora El Moro que me rebuelve, A quien estas maldiciones Le vengan porque me venguen. Mi alma aborrece Zayda De que la amo se arrepiente, Malditos sean los anos Que la servi por mi suerte. Dexome a mi por un Moro Mas rico de pobres bienes : Esto que oye Lindaraxa Aqui la paciencia pierde. A este punto passo un page Con sus cavallos ginetes,1 Que los llevava gallardos De plumas y de jaezes, La lança con que ha de entrar La toma, y fuerte arremete Haziendola mil pedaços Contra las mismas paredes. Y manda que sus cavallos Jaezes y plumas truequen, Los verdes truequen leonados Para entrar leonado en Gelues.

From LUPERCIO LEONARDo.

THE Sun has chased away the early shower, And on the misty mountains' clearer height Pours o'er the clouds aslant his growing light.

The husbandman, loathing the idle hour, Starts from his rest, and to his daily toil Light-hearted man goes forth, and patient now

As the slow ox drags on the heavy plough, With the young harvest fills the reeking soil.

See Third Series, p. 538. Our word "Jennet."-J. W. W.

Domestic love his due return awaits

With the clean board bespread with coun

try care.

And clust'ring round his knee his children play.

His days are pleasant and his nights secure. Oh, cities haunt of power and wretch

edness,

Who would your busy vanities endure!”
June 10th, 1797, at W. Millers,
Christ Church.

BARTOLOME LEonardo.

Extract from an Epistle.

"EVEN as the river swift and silent flows
Towards the ocean, I am borne adown
The quiet tide of time. Nought now remains
Of earlier years; and for the years to come,
Their dark and undiscoverable deeds
Elude the mortal eye. Beholding thus
How daily life wains on, so may I learn
Not with an unprovided mind to meet
That hour when death shall gather up the
old

And wither'd plant, whose season is gone by. The spring flowers fade, the autumnal fruits decay,

And grey old Winter, with his clouds and storms,

Comes on the leaves, whose calm, cool murmuring

Made pleasant music to our green-wood walks,

Now rustle dry beneath our sinking feet.
So all things rise and perish; we the while
Do with a dull and profitless eye behold
All this, and think not of our latter end.
My friend! we will not let that soil, which oft
Impregnate with the rains and dews of
Heaven,

Is barren still and stubborn to the plough,
Emblem our thankless hearts, nor of our

God

Forgetful, be as is the worthless vine
That in due season brings not forth its fruit.
Thinkest thou that God created man alone
To wander o'er the world and ocean waste,

Or for the blasting thunderbolt of war? Was this his being's end? Oh, how he errs Who of his godlike nature and his God Thus poorly, basely, blasphemously deems! For higher actions and for nobler ends, Our better part, the deathless and divine, Was made. The fire that animates my breast

May not be quenched. And when that

breast is cold

The unextinguishable fire shall burst
With brighter splendour. Till that hour
arrive,

Obedient to my better part, my Friend,
Be it my lot to live, and thro' the world
Careless of human praise, pass quietly.
The Eastern Despot, he whose silver towers
Shot back an emulous splendour to the sun,
He was too poor for Sin's extravagance.
But Virtue, like the air and light of Heaven,
To all accessible, at every heart

Intreats admittance. Wretched fool is he,
Who thro' the perils of the earth and waves
Toils on for gold! a little peaceful home
Bounds all my wants and wishes, add to this
My book and friend-and this is happiness."
June 14th, Christ Church.

Me menéo,

Me paseo,
Yo trabajo
Subo y
baxo;

No me estoi quieta jamas.
"El paso detiene entonces
El buen Potro, y mui formal,
En los terminos siguientes
Respuesta a la Ardilla da :
"Tantas idas,
Y venidas,
Tantas vueltas
Y revueltas,
(Quiero amiga
Que me diga)

Son de alguna utilidad ?
"Yo me afano;
Mas no en vano.
Sé mi oficio;
Y en servicio
De mi Dueno
Tengo empeno,
De lucir mi habilidad.
"Con que algunes escritores
Ardillas tambien seren,
Si en obras frivolas gastan
Todo el calor natural.”

La Ardilla y el Caballo.-YRIARTE.
"MIRANDO estaba una Ardilla
A un generoso Alazan,

Que docil à espuela y rienda
Se adestraba en galopar.
"Viendole hacer movimientos
Tan veloces, y a compas,
Con mui poca cortedad
De aquesta suerte le dixo;
"Senor mio

De ese brio,
Ligereza
Y destreza,
No me espanto;
Que otro tanto

Suelo hacer, y acaso mas.

"Yo soi viva
Soi activa;

Translation.

A SQUIRREL sat and eyed a horse,
Who answering to the rein,
Stept stately, or with rapid course
Went thundering o'er the plain.

The squirrel marked his varied pace,
His docile strength and speed,
Then, with a pert conceited face,
He thus address'd the steed.

"Your swiftness, and form,
Your grace, Mr. Horse,
And your state that I see,
Astonish not me,
Because I can equal your best.

"So active am I,

I can run, I can fly,