THE OI.EO.

WRITTEN FOR THE ADVOCATE

 LOS TIE MPOS.
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 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,