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'Iwas thus, Granada's fountain by, spoke Albuharez' daughter.
My ear-rings! my ear-rings! they were pearls in silver set, That when my Moor was far away, I ne'er should him forget; That I ne'er to other tongue should list, nor smile on other's tale, But remember he my lips had kissed, pure as those ear-rings pale. When he comes back, and hears that I have dropped them in the well, Oh! what will Muça think of me, I can not, can not tell!
"My ear-rings! my ear-rings! he'll say they should have been
"He'll think, when I to market went, I loitered by the way;
My pearls fell in :--and what to say, alas! I can not tell.
"He'll say I am a woman, and we are all the same;
"I'll tell the truth to Muça, and I hope he will believe
These ballads are all from Mr. Lockhart's delightful book. I add one or two extracts from the probably more literal version of Mr. Ticknor. The first is the "Lament of the Count de Saldaña," who, in his solitary prison, complains of his son, who he supposes must know his descent, and of his wife, the Infanta, whom he presumes to be in league with her royal brother. After a description of the castle in which he is confined, the Count says:
The tale of my imprisoned life
My hoary hair recalls;
For when this castle first I saw
My beard was scarcely grown,
Thy mother's blood is thine;
Some of these old songs are sufficiently shrewd and humorous; witness the following, "in which an elder sister is represented lecturing a younger one on first noticing in her the symptoms of love :"
Her sister Miguela,
Once chid little Jane,
And the words that she spake
"You went yesterday playing,
A child like the rest,
"You take pleasure in sighs,
But I fear he is fickle,
"He is gone of free choice,
"Nay, pray morn and night
And again you should love,"
(Said Miguela in jest,
As she answered poor Jane ;)
"What hope is there, sister,
Unless the soul part,
"As your years still increase,
So increase will your pains;
From the proverb's old strains :
"That if, when but a child,
Love's dominion you own,
This dialogue is three hundred years old at the very least. I do not think it would be quite impossible to match it now, with a little change of names and of costume. Perhaps I may have myself altered some of the lines, since I quote from memory, and have not the book to refer to.
It is not the least gratifying tribute to Mr. Ticknor's valuable work, that it was recommended for perusal by Mr. Macaulay to the Queen of England.
MISS BLAMIRE.-MRS. JAMES GRAY.
THE name of Blamire has always a certain interest for me, in consequence of a circumstance, which, as it took place somewhere about five-and-forty years ago, and has reference to a flirtation of twenty years previous, there can not now be much harm in relating.
Being with my father and mother on a visit about six miles from Southampton, we were invited by a gentleman of the neighborhood to meet the wife and daughters of a certain Dr. Blamire "An old friend of yours and mine," quoth our inviter to my father "Don't you remember how you used to flirt with the fair lady when you and Babington were at Haslar? Faith, if Blamire had not taken pity on her, it would have gone hard with the poor damsel! However, he made up to the disconsolate maiden, and she got over it. Nothing like a new love for chasing away an old one. You must dine with us to-morrow. I shall like to see the meeting."
My father did not attempt to deny the matter. Men never do. He laughed, as all that wicked sex do laugh at such sins twenty years after, and professed that he should be very glad to shake hands with his old acquaintance. So the next day we met.
I was a little curious to see how my own dear mother, my mamma that was, and the stranger lady, my mamma that might have been, would bear themselves on the occasion. At first, my dear mother, an exceedingly ladylike, quiet person, had considerably the advantage, being prepared for the rencontre and perfectly calm and composed; while Mrs. Blamire, taken, I suspect, by surprise, was a good deal startled and flustered. This state of things, however, did not last. Mrs. Blamire having got over