The Camden journal. [volume] (Camden, S.C.) 1836-1851, 1850-07-26


vulsivey as he left her, and, almost unconscious
of what she did, she resumed, in accents that
slightly fallered, the ballad of Brlerma," one
of her favorite songs, which she had probably
learned from purer source than that Of the
Zingali camp.
"Quanda VIC aquel corazon
Eslando en- el contemplate,
De nuevas gotas de sangre
Estaba tudo banado"
Which may be thus free ly rendered:
"When the precious heart before her
Lay all open TO her view,
As ii conscious Of her presence,
1t began 10 bleed anew"
The voice oil Velasquez-a voice that had once
been equally rich and powerlul-now feebly
Joined it, accents with hers, as he iotered forth
from The cabin, supported on the arm Of his
nephew, and sank into a seat which had been
prepared beside her. Her tones subsided into
silence as he approached.
May, stop not" said he "let me hear thee
Il come out only to hear thee, for feel not
SO well to.uigh.--not well, no, happy. Maria
mine. Thy voice will persuade me to a better
spirit, though it sounds more sadly than is thy
wont tonight and that ballad-Inehinks. beau.
ty mine, thou would'st never grieve over my
heart, as the lovely damsel, Belerlna, mourned
over that of Durandar,e." And he sang fee.
bly,
"Corazun de- mi senOr,
Duraudar,e muy preciado,
En- lts anlUrcs dichUSO,
en- baallas desdchado."
She continued silent
"Sing for rue, Maria-deny me not )" he
said enlrea,ingy. IL know not that shall
ever ask it ofihee again. feel as ifa sentence
had gone forth upon me. feel as | had done
the wrong! My heart tells me that | have
wronged lhpc. If thou wilt sing for me now, i
know that thou iorgivest me -
Thou should'st not give way TO such fancies,
uncle mine,' said The nephew; 'm"thinks, thou
art looking better to-day than thou hast done
for months pasr and know moi that thou hast
always been fond Of Donna Maria, even rs the
good knight, Durandar,e, was fond Of the true
maiden. Beern.a." "
"Ah Juan, hut Velasquez is no Durandarte,
TO find Lis. way to the heart of fair maiden.
These days bring forth no knighlhood such as
his. Whu is il walks behind Us? Melhought
heard foolstep?'
IL u none Dut tne paSt, NotiieL, eo'o VIC
nephew, in somewhat hurried accents.
\ thrill ran through the veins OF Maria, as
she remembered that The page. Gomez, was the
creature of Juan, aud the person who, as spy
upon her actions, first discovered The strong in.
limacy between herself and Lopez de Levya.
The tones Of Juan betrayed TO her something "t
his purpose, and she gathered from them the
conclusion that meditaled the performance of
his crime that very night. Her heart smo'e her,
She leIt her own cri'nnality; but she loalhed
The tyranny of Velasqlrz, as much as she cld
the cold and cruel spIlishness OF Juan; and II
was only in the death oI both that she could
possibly hope to cxtrcatc, from his desolule con-
dtion, the unhappy Lopez. whom, it she did
moi Ioa,he, and tnr whom every sentiment ol hu-
uIanily required that she should snier the bloody
game Of Juan to go OIL. But she looked round,
al the inquiry of Velasquez, and while she de.
tecled Gomez near them, she was also enabled
10 discover another and taller form, among
the shadows beyond him. In this person she
iancied she saw Linares, and suddenly she com.
menced The Hymn to the Virgin, plainlive and
touching, of the dying knight, Baldwin:
go Santa Maria Sonora,
NJ me quieras ovIdar,
a ii encumendo mi alma,
Pegate dc 10 guardar,
En- este trance nuerte,
Esilerzo me qIeriais dar.
Pues a les uisies consuelas
Oueras n mi cuIlsolar
a I'LL preciosa Hip,
Por mi ie p""p rOgaF,
Que perdone mis- pecado,
Mi alma a salvar."
Which in an English ido'a we may render
thus;
"Huly Mary, thee beseeching,
Lo! my soul in anguish cries.
Take it to thy holy keeping,
Grant thy mercy ere it dies
In lie deuth-rance quickly sinking,
To thy throne for help flee,
In my hour olerror drinking,
Consolation still from thee:
From lhy precious son entreatlng,