THE MAID OF SEVILLE.
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TRANSLATED FROM SPANISH. One eve of beauty when the sun

 Was setting on the GaudaIquiyer, To gold conyertihg-one by one

 The ripples of the mighty river; Beside me, on the bank, was seated,

 A Seville girl with auburn hair, And eyes that might the world have cheated A mild, bright, wicked, diamond pair. She stopped, and wrote upon the sand, Just as the setting sun was going, With such small soft shining hand,

 You would have sworn twas silver shining Her words were three, and not one more,- What could the maiden's motto be! The Syren wrote upon the shore,

 DEATH, not INCoNsTANcY." And then her two large languid eyes

 So turned on mine, that2devil take me- 1 set the air on fire with sghs,

 And was the fool she chose to make me. st. Francis would have been deceived By such an eye and such a hand; But one week more, and l belived

 As much the women as the sand.