Our shipwreck'd seamen thought it a good And then of these some part burst into tears,

But in his native stream, the Guadalquivir,
Juan to lave his youthful limbs was wont; He fell upon his side, and his stretch'd hand

Droop'd dripping on the oar (their jury-Light to the rocks that roof'd them, which

mast),

And, like a wither'd lily, on the land
His slender frame and pallid aspect lay,
As fair a thing as e'er was form'd of clay.

the sun

Had never seen, the maid, or whatsoe'er
She was, appear'd distinct, and tall, and

fair.

How long in his damp trance young Juan lay | Her brow was overhung with coins of gold,
He knew not, for the earth was gone for him, That sparkled o'er the auburn of her hair,
And Time had nothing more of night nor day Her clustering hair, whose longer locks
For his congealing blood, and senses dim;
were roll'd
And how this heavy faintness pass'd away In braids behind, and though her stature
He knew not,till each painful pulse and limb,
And tingling vein, seem'd throbbing back
to life,

For Death, though vanquish'd, still retired with strife.

His eyes he open'd, shut, again unclosed,
For all was doubt and dizziness; he thought
He still was in the boat, and had but dozed,
And felt again with his despair o'erwrought,
And wish'd it death in which he had reposed,
And then once more his feelings back were
brought,

And slowly by his swimming eye was seen
A lovely female face of seventeen.

'Twas bending close o'er his, and the small
mouth

Seem'd almost prying into his for breath;
And chafing him, the soft warm hand of youth
Recall'd his answering spirits back from
death;
And,bathing his chill temples, tried to soothe
Each pulse to animation, till beneath
Its gentle touch and trembling care, a sigh
To these kind efforts made a low reply.

were

Even of the highest for a female mould,
They nearly reach'd her heel; and in her air
There was a something which bespoke
command,

As one who was a lady in the land.

Her hair, I said, was auburn; but her eyes Were black as death, their lashes the same hue,

Of downcast length, in whose silk-shadow lies

Deepest attraction, for when to the view Forth from its raven-fringe the full glance flies,

Ne'er with such force the swiftest arrow flew; "Tis as the snake, late coil'd, who pours his length,

And hurls at once his venom and his strength.

Her brow was white and low, her cheek's pure dye

Like twilight rosy still with the set sun;
Short upper-lip-sweet lips! that make us
sigh

Ever to have seen such; for she was one
Fit for the model of a statuary
(A race of mere impostors, when all's done-

Then was the cordial pour'd, and mantle I've seen much finer women, ripe and real,

flung

Around his scarce-clad limbs; and the fair

arm

Raised higher the faint head which o'er it hung; -And her transparent cheek, all pure and

warm,

Pillow'd his death-like forehead; then she wrung

His dewy curls, long drench'd by every

storm; And watch'd with eagerness each throb that drew

A sigh from his heaved bosom—and hers too.

And lifting him with care into the cave,
The gentle girl. and her attendant,—one
Young, yet her elder, and of brow less
grave,

And more robust of figure,-then begun
To kindle fire, and as the new flames gave

Than all the nonsense of their stone-ideal).

I'll tell you why I say so, for 'tis just
One should not rail without a decent cause:
There was an Irish lady, to whose bust
I ne'er saw justice done, and yet she was
A frequent model; and if e'er she must
Yield to stern Time and Nature's wrinkling
laws,

They will destroy a face which mortal
thought

Ne'er compass'd, nor less mortal chisel wrought.

And such was she, the lady of the cave:
Her dress was very different from theSpanish,
Simpler, and yet of colours not so grave;
For, as you know, the Spanish women banish
Bright hues when out of doors, and yet,
while wave

Around them (what I hope will never | For wandering merchant-vessels, now and

They made a fire, but such a fire as they | And need he had of slumber yet, for none Upon the moment could contrive with such Had suffer'd more—his hardships were Materials as were cast up round the bay, comparative Some broken planks, and oars, that to the touch

To those relatedin my grand-dad's Narrative.