The Arkansas advocate., 1833-09-18
THE OI.EO.
WRITTEN FOR THE ADVOCATE
 LOS TIE MPOS.
 CANTo VIII.

 Thou art before me as of olden time, ] see thee sitting thy gray hills between, Aud shading with thy pride the sea's
 abyme, see thy courtly sons-thy daughters
 sheen,
 Thy votaries of lucre and of rhyme hear their church-bells ring thelr merry
 peal,
 see thy gray and famous Faneuil. And have many fine remembrances Of thee and of thy children, mother mine! Of enyirons shaded by gorgeous trees, Where l have lain of summer days lang
 syne'-
 Of luxury and happiness and ease-- Of pleasant suppers, and delicious wine, Of busy streets and of seclude ed places, And ancient friends smiling with welcome
 faces.
 Thy atneneum, with its kingly store fprlncely paintings, sculptures and rare
 books
 Thy angel women that bowed hefore, And drew my inspiration from their looks Thy students with thy rich and mighty Thy gas lights, and thy never-ending Thy theatres, with all their merry din, Where have flashed with Cooper laugh
 ed with Finn, And since saw thy famous Master Burke lie that was twelve years old nine years Ape the proud Scot, and the mustaohio'd
 Turk,
 And saw Celeste and Constance, in their Of hidden things, with many wantou
 quirk-- Heard Glare the Kitohen--Logely Rose
 Jim Crow Those splendid ditties that great men in-
 dite,
 So pleasant unto lady ears polite. Since then indiferently have sped, And fate has given me a fatiguing dance: Ihro' many scene my weary way has In regions whose existence seems TO- The ground for many month has been my
 bed,
 Black eyes have on me cast their fiery
 glance, And many tongues have spoke their mer-
 " train, oflove-words in the language of old Spain. And have starved a day or two--and Atsundry times, and eaten horsemeat too Nor ever while I gnaWed and gnawed have
 eureed it, For hunger tames sis all-Gentile or , jew-- Drunken from sands with glaubers salts
 encrusted, And on the tops of mountains high and
 blue,
 Have waded to my middle in the snow; But that ETs.s eieee upon New irieAioo. Flung up by earthquake shocks into the When the fro-gods that had till then been
 pent, Within the rocks, arose and left their lair, And then thro' narrow yales below, |
 went And dusky villages which nestle there, And on each puny stream are seen to 1
 stand, Whence they can bring some water for
 their land. ss ,e s :sT=5-
 lay,
 And eyes askance the light and foreign The priesthood there hath still it's merry l Still the guitar chords with the lover's
 strain And though the shout be not Viva el
 Rei!
 In shout as hollow and likewise as glad, Rises from all, Viva Ia Libertad!' 'iThe crufix of stone, or mouldering lath, Is frequent there as in the parent land. Above the bones of those that by the
 wrath Of some assassiH--iHtdian--or brigand, Have fallen near the mountains rocky
 path Here the cuchillo knows full we'll the hand, And virtue too as rare jewel is, As with the amoruus danes ui fair Cadix. Shading black eyes, and raven-shaming
 tresses, Hangs the mantilla as in old Seville And of set days each fair her sins confess And, but more rarey-perohance doth full
 fl,
 The Pope still exeommunioates and bless
 es--
 Rascality makes up for want of skill Grimace is all-to priests as to Grimaldi-- The greatest villain Is the best Alcalde. Their music emulates the dulcet tones Of their own mules-their poetry. like
 Clarke's Run mad, both rhyme and reasons curb
 disowns-- Their generals, those most eyanescent
 sparks,
 Choose shattered laurels and not broken
 bones-
 The vulgar herd that now so loudly barixs,