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La rara sua belta ;
" If thus he charms in slumber laid,
The sun is high, the day wears late;
We proceed to close the brief me. What change since morn hath o'er me moir of Sá de Miranda. He enjoyed, pass'd!
in his literary retirement, many years Ah! what shall be my future fate?
of true happiness; though he achieved Blest, if my lot with his be cast.
no brilliant success in the paths of Why have I risk'd, poor foolish maid !
wealth or ambition, in which alone so Such words to breathe, such form to see
many conceive felicity to exist. But If thus he charms in slumber laid,
he possessed what he preferred_indeWhat shall his waking beauty be!
pendence, a rural home, and domestic Why came I here? far, far away
love. Yet what man shall go to his Would I had fled, or clos'd my eyes !
rest without tasting the cup of sorrow ? Too late I think how sages say,
that cup which, if received with a right “ 'Tis in beginnings danger lies."
feeling, is, though bitter, medicinal to
the spirit. The time at length came, The little Italian ballad—“ Sul mar- when it should be drank in the pleagine d' un rio”— that lay so long on sant retreat of Tapada. the pianos of the musical world an es- Since the expulsion of the Moors tablished favourite, seems to have been from Portugal, the Portuguese had taken from the above (changing the carried the war against that people sleeper, however, from a shepherd to into Africa, and fought them on their a nymph). The refrain of the ballad
own ground, in frequently-recurring (" Ahi! se quanto a me piace
contests, partly inspired by their re.
ligious zeal against Mahometanism, Io perdero la pace
and partly by their political interest ; Quando si svegliara,")
fully alive to the importance of pos18 nearly identical with the lines sessing ports and territories along the above
southern shores of the Mediterranean.
The Portuguese troops — then brave What shall bis waking beauty be ?"
and well-trained soldiers - contended We give a Villancico (i.e., a Spanish nobly with the disadvantages under
which they necessarily laboured in the popular song), in which Sá de Miranda has described with nature, simplicity,
country of a powerful, determined, and and feeling, the sorrow of a Spanish
valiant enemy; but their brilliant sucgirl deserted by her Gallician "lover.
cesses were checquered by reverses. The Gallicians are the water-carriers,
In a great battle before Ceuta, in porters, bullock-drivers, and general
April, 1553, a vast slaughter was made fags of the peninsula ; a laborious but
of the Portuguese forces; and one of erratic tribe :
their most gallant leaders, Don Anto
nio de Noronha, son of the Count de VILLANCICO.
Linhares, lost his life, in the flower of his age. His death is the subject of an
eclogue by Camoens, entitled, “UmGallician! fickle rover !
brano and Frondelio," in which he is Ah! wherefore art thou flown ? Thou'st left me, faithless lover,
lamented, with patriotic grief, under Forlorn and all alone.
the name of Tionio. But to Sá de
Miranda the battle of Ceuta brought I go, I know not whither ;
a heavier affliction than merely that of In search of thee I.fly.
a patriot. Among the slain was his Vainly I call thee hither
eldest son, Gonzalo Mendes de Sá, 'Tis but the rocks reply.
who fell in the bloom of his youth, to I've wept, ah me, poor maiden !
the deep sorrow of his parents. His Till I no more can see ;
father, however, imbued with the en. Weary and sorrow-laden
thusiasm of the times, found consola. 'Tis cruel sport to thee.
tion in considering his son a Christian
martyr, as he had died fighting against Rude wastes I wander over
infidels; and he gave vent to his feel. I sigh, lament, and pine ; But, with Gallician lover,
ings in an elegy on the memory of his Could better fate be mine?
soldier-son ; an extract from which we Mine eyes with water streaming,
translate, but using the common Eng. Fire in my breast and brain;
lish elegiac measure, as more conge. Eyes ! heart! with anguish teeming ! nial to the English ear than the tercets Can ye have peace again ?
in which the original is written. The
FROM THE SPANISH
terza rima is universally admitted to to naturalise it have not been very be difficult of management in our lan- successful. guage; and the attempts hitherto made EXTRACT FROM THE PORTUGUESE ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF GONZALO DE SA.
Lamb, that before the Lamb's high throne hast sped,
Bathed in thine own young blood, how willingly
Would I were now associate with thee.
Spake Paul, in whom Faith's beacon we behold:
Mondego, Tagus, with his sands of gold,
To meet and mingle with the ocean's tide.
“I came, saw, conquered.” Truly mayest thou chide
Thy hand; for now in safety dost thou dwell.
Thou leay'st behind, dark as in prison cell.
For all is consolation, all is rest.
Bearing like thee th' acceptance of the blest.
The wounded heart of the affection- Minister of the Council to King Sebas. ate mother was not to be solaced by tiang (son of Prince John, who had song for the untimely death of her son. predeceased his father, John III.) On Donna Briolanja drooped in a gradual the tomb was engraved a Latin epidecline, and died in 1555, having sur- taph, the sense of which we give in vived her child but two years, and the following paraphrase :with her died all the energies of her devotedly-attached husband. On the death of his gentle, loving, and intel- Miranda's muse, that now amid the woods lectual companion, he lost all pleasure
In shy concealment rural pleasures sang, in every thing that had pleased before.
And now to courtly themes poured forth the He gave up his rural occupations and lay, exercises, never left his house but to With skill divine could blend the gay, the attend public worship, suffered his grave, beard to grow, neglected his dress and The simple song, the high religious strain. person, secluded himself from his With his good sword he might have far surfriends, and abandoned all his former
The fame his gallant sires achieved of yore; pursuits, even his favourite poetry.
But better loved the peaceful rivalry One sonnett he consecrated to his
Of pastoral pipes. He heeded not the pride wife's memory. It was his last effu
Of place, nor listed Flattery's empty praise, sion: he wrote no more. After three
But taught the lyre new barmony to yield. years of profound and listless melan- Admired Miranda! in the dust he lies choly, during which he merely existed His country's glory in this dust is writ. rather than lived, the poet expired, on the 15th March, 1558, and was buried Many poets of the Peninsula have in a chapel dedicated to St. Margaret, celebrated Sa de Miranda in verse, within the Church of St. Martin of commemorating not only his poetic taCanazedo, in the archdiocese of Braga; lents, but also his amiable disposition, where a handsome tomb was erected his spirit of independence, and his love over him by order of Martin Gonzales, of rural life. And Lope de Vega, the
• See 2 Cor. xii. 14. The allusion is obscure, but the poet means that in the course of of nature parents expect their children to survive them,
+ Obscure ; but he means that his son need no longer keep his hand closed on a weapon of war
We have not been able to procure more than the first four lines of this sonnet.
poet of a rival nation, honoured him as received proportionably more honours à Spanish bard (on account of his than many men of higher genius: but Spanish eclogues), in his “ Laurel of he was regarded as an improver and a Apollo," wherein the Castilian votaries reformer at a time when Portuguese of the muses are represented as candi- and Spanish poetry were but emerging dates for a laurel wreath, to be be- from their infancy, and when there stowed by the God of Song. This were none to rank before or even be
Laurel of Apollo" is, however, but side him. Besides, the worthiness of an indifferent production, heavy and his character as a man greatly enprolix; and if on it alone its author's hanced the esteem in which he was held fame depended, it would never have
as a poet. advanced his claim to the laureate Sá de Miranda's second son, Jero. crown.
nymo de Sa de Azevedo,' married Considering that the talents of Sá de Donna Maria de Menezes, of a noble Miranda were neither sublime nor family, and carried on the line of De brilliantly original, he seems to have Sá.
M. E. M.
THE COW HUNT.
A TALE OP FORMER TIMES IN IRELAND
“Though wintry waves and stormy sea natives in the more remote districts, May sever me for aye from thee."
but I rejected this, as it seemed pusilSuch were the concluding lines of a lanimous. short poem which I wrote in an album, To one fond of snipe-shooting, few where I have reason to believe it is places offer a more eligible retreat still regarded with some admiration, than the village of Kilmaskulla, to which it shares in common with four- which I was ordered with a captain teen “ Forget thee! No - first shall and a company of soldiers. For miles this heart;" and five bearing reference round, the country presented a wide to India's burning shore, all written expanse of rich bog, diversified with by young officers under the same cir. cottiers' huts; and from our back-win. cumstances as myself. I chose the dows we might easily have bagged a above, not that I was going to make brace or two, without leaving the a long voyage, but because I thought house. Our front ones looked upon a it poetical and novel.
more animated scene. Before each of I was ordered to join my regiment the houses was a small pond, stocked in Ireland. I know that she for whom with duck, heaps of potato-skins, amid I wrote the lines thought me a mar- which the children played with the tyr; and I packed my, portmanteau pigs and cur-dogs, while the old grandwith the feelings of Quintus Curtius, mothers chatted at the doors, smoking feeling at the same time that, unlike short black pipes ; occasionally the him, my departure would leave blank stillness was broken by a pig. hunt, or a chasm in more than one circle. a dog with a kettle tied to his tail.
I was prepared for the worst, but Our society was small and select, like a philosopher, made the best ar- being limited to a Mr. Cuppage, an rangements in my power — viz., four inspector of public works — a small boxes of full-flavored Havannah cigars; sandy-haired ‘man, with just enough six volumes of Bulwer's novels; two chin to grow an imperial on (it has of Byron; a small wiry-haired terrier always struck me as a strange fact, dog. With these, an army-list, and a that sandy-haired men should have good deal of sleep, I calculated on such a fondness for imperials; and being able to pass the time. A friend that in cavalry regiments three out of who had been reading Cooke's Voyages, every four moustaches should be red). recommended me to bring some glass He had also a strong predilection for beads and cheap cutlery to pacify the punch, and out shooting was not a
• Azevedo was the surname of his mother, Donna Briolanja.
very safe companion, as he once pep- ed Cuppage in a tone of rapture, and pered me with small shot.
As far as you'll say you never tasted punch bewe could learn from him, his great fore." He swallowed his own at a object was to do as little as possible, gulp, as if the recollection was too and to run up a heavy bill at the end much for him, and immediately proof the month for travelling expenses.
ceeded to brew a fresh one. He informed us that as it was near “So the present man is not equal the end of the month, he had taken a to the late one?” said my brothertour of all the posts under his charge, oflicer, Captain Moore. to swell his bill, which he lamented “ He's not a bad fellow," said Mr. was very small, remarking with some Cuppage, contemptuously; "he means indignation, that it was quite impossi- well; but poor Dick! there were not ble to charge for a journey he did not many like him. He was president of take, as they kept a strict watch upon a club he established, who called themhim.
selves the Good Samaritans,' who sat His friend Mr. Finny, who also up drinking all night, and slept all honoured us with his society, was dis- day; but they are all dead now; and tinguished by a seeming invulnera- I think you would find it difficult to bility; he had been attacked four establish one like it." times, and fired at three, and had come He said this in a tone of extreme off unhurt. He was particularly useful disgust at the degeneracy of the huin the present state of the country.
Almost every evening our friends “ Did you ever hear of him at the dropped in after dinner, to tell us subscription ball at Limerick?" said he, some bit of news, chiefly professional. turning to Finny. There was no want of moderate ex. Mr. Finny replied, that he should citement at least in our village, for the never forget it, but begged that it people were always firing at a pay- might be related for our benefit. clerk, or shooting a steward, or burn- “ Poor Dick was seldom in the ing down a haggard, on all of which habit of attending balls; it was one they expatiated with a good deal of hu- of his sayings, that he could never un
Their visits were chiefly re- derstand why people went out at night, markable for the extreme quantity of if they could have a snug tumbler of whisky-punch consumed; but agreeable punch at home. But he was induced as their society was, we were not sorry to go to this one, by hearing that the when a Mr. Ormsby, who owned a landlord gave an unlimited supply of place near, called on us, and invited sherry negus. The first thing he did, us to dine and spend the day with when he came to the ball-room, was him.
to go to the refreshments, to satisfy Mr. Cuppage and Finny were also himself that the report about the negus invited, and kindly offered us seats on was correct; but as the room was their car, which we accepted, but in very full, and Dick was always modest their multitudinous duties they must among ladies, he did little in that way, have forgotten to pay for it, as the bill and merely finished all the glasses was brought to us some months within his reach, and then went to after.
look at the dancing. He used to tell “Poor Dick," said Mr. Cuppage, afterwards, that when first he saw the alluding to the eldest brother of Mr. people waltzing, he remarked to a Ormsby—“poor Dick, he was a plea- friend next him, that he thought they sant fellow; he never went to bed must have poor heads indeed, to go on without his thirteen tumblers — hot, in such a way, on such weak negus. strong, and sweet, was his motto_and After remaining a short time, and exevery drop of water you put in after claiming that from what he could see, the whisky spoils iti
balls were the stupidest things in the man is not a bad fellow," he continued world, he went to the refreshmentin an apologetic tone, “but he never room, which was now empty, and pregets beyond his third.”
pared to set to work seriously. The “Nice girls though,” said Mr. Fin. waiter had just left a large tray conny;
“only see Emily cross a country, taining eight-and-twenty long glasses she is a regular Die Vernon.”
of sherry-negus, and had left the room. “Ay, but only taste a tumbler of Dick, who was always a methodical punch made by Miss Strong,"interrupt- fellow, commenced taking them by
platoons, beginning on the right hand, happened to be police near, and the and finishing the first row, and then perpetrator was taken in the act, which going from left to right along the he did not deny. Upon being expostusecond, putting each glass in its place, lated with by the gentleman for having as he finished it. He had just finished fired at him, when he had never seen the twenty-fifth glass, when the waiter him, or known anything about him, came into the room, to lay them along Pat replied, scratching his headthe table. “Waiter,' said Dick, tell “Begorra, yer honour, it was not my the landlord with my compliments, to fault; but when I see ye going so fast, put more nutmeg and sherry, and less I couldn't for the bare life help having water into his negus, or the devil ano- a slap at ye.” ther ball of his will I patronise.' With Indeed, as Finny himself remarkthat, he finished the remaining three ed, “take them for all in all, they glasses, and left the room; and the were a harmless set of fellows." X waiter was discovered about half-an- few days before, he informed me, that hour afterwards, speechless with hor- about forty of the labourers on the ror."
public works had, with pickaxes and “ I remember a story they used to shovels, attacked two gentlemen retell of him in Dublin,” said Finny. turning from shooting, and taken their "He belonged to the Friendly Bro- guns; but as we were four, with each thers' Club in Sackville-street, and had a double-barrelled gun, we proceeded his lodgings near for convenience; and in high spirits. Our way now led every night at three he left the club, through a dangerous defile, tall banks guiding himself, hand over hand, along of mud rearing themselves up at either the railings, until he reached his lodg- side, and a little further on we passed ings : but one night by mistake he a body of the workmen employed to crossed the road, and caught the rail- cut down a small hill. They had a ings which were then round Nelson's gipsy appearance, most of them being Pillar. On he went, round after round, employed in cooking their breakfasts ; thinking that he was going straight to others were lying stretched at full his lodgings, and never letting go the length near the fires; while small parrailings. •Deuce take these railings— ties were smoking their pipes and will I never reach home?' said Dick, at playing with greasy packs of cards, on the tenth round; I believe it is near the tops of empty beer-barrels. I the Green I am. With that he turned passed them numerous times afterback, and went on, round after round, wards, and always found them cooking searching for the hall-door every now and playing cards, so much so that it and then, until he was discovered by quite astonished me to know how they the watchman at half-past six, still found time to commit the numerous holding fast by the railings."
attacks on the pay-clerks. With such pleasant stories they be- They seemed to have an innate guiled the evening, and it was not knowledge that our guns were loaded, until the low state of the bottle be- as they only gave us a lazy stare, and tokened the lateness of the hour that resumed their occupations. Just as they retired.
we came in sight of Loughlinstown we The next morning we set out for had to turn down a by-road, as the Loughlinstown, on an outside car, carry- highway here became impassable, and ing our guns loaded in our hands, as after two miles round again reached the peasantry were just then seizing
at that time arms, in the anticipation of a rebellion, more ornamental than useful, as the or some other piece of excitement, as hill had been cut away below it, and Mr. Finny, who was a thorough Irish- the piers were left standing about ten man, told me.
feet above the road. Mr. Cuppage " The fact of the matter is, it is not said, that it was one comfort for Mr. generally from any desire to harm you Ormsby that he was not worse off than that a fellow takes a shot at you, but Mr. O'Farrell, whose gate stood in a merely from a love of excitement;” in hollow which had been filled up to a corroboration of which he informed level with the two phanixes which orme, that a friend of his, who was quite namented the top of it. We were rea stranger in the country, had been ceived most hospitably by Mr. Ormsby, riding at a tremendous pace to catch or "Jack," as Cuppage used to call a mail-car, when he was fired at. There him, but not to his face, and intro
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