FELIX AND MARIAQUITA. AN EPISODE. From the "War of the Isles," a Poem, in Ten Cantos, now in the WHERE Guadalquiver rolls its limpid stream, The fairest of the land, where beauty twirls Sweet are the days of youth, and sweet the hours " Into the pores where care with age soon creeps- As the brisk bee from flower to flower, and steeps Such were the hours that Mariaquita knew; And had infused his sweets without his sting, Pure as the orison of childhood's prayer; And, Oh! the blushing half-averted cheek, Timidly tender. Then would its glance speak Which o'er the aspect of the features fly More strong than all that language could express ;→ Nor did the heart of Felix marvel, "why?" At those soft tell-tales of her tenderness, He too had questioned love, whose soft reply was "yes.” press. * Among the many sorrowful tales, which the history of the Spanish war (when the country was invaded by Buonaparte) could furnish, I have selected the present. Every circumstance is as it too frequently happened. It was told me by a Spanish Hidalgo, at a small town, called Naval Moral, a short distance from the Bridge of Almaraz. To those who are unacquainted with the brutalities, which the army of France committed during the war in Spain, I would recommend the perusal of "Felix Alvarez," which spirited and pleasing account has been much admired; and with whose accomplished author it was my good fortune to be during a great part of the campaign.-AUTH. Eur. Mag. Oct. 1823. 2Q Oh! who can watch the eye where beauty shines, Adore the vision bright where Heaven's light rays, As the soft tender glow of autumn's days, As flowers, whose essence breathed, have fragrance to the last. And in the vale they dwelt in, all was mirth; Oft had they heard of, but ne'er dream'd that war, Dark treason soon supplied what force could not; Now seized possession of Hesperia's ground: But soon was leagued full many a mountain-band- Devouring and destroying? some possessed Of daring minds, and fired with freedom's zest, The vale he loved, the friends so softly dear, And that fair form in which his heart delighted.— Ah! luckless fate, how often dost thou sere Our fairest hopes! how often hast thou blighted Youth's most devoted vision, too short-sighted; Gone, as a meteor or a summer's leaf; Tearing asunder those whom love united : Who could have seen thee, in a space so brief, Turning those smiles to tears! that merriment to grief! Oh! he who fosters hope will often find The smile he coins but glistens to deceive; And he, who pictures pleasure in his mind, Will often lack its joys; he who will weave Fair visions of the brain and can believe The flitting colourings of his fancy's beam, Will ever have a host of ills to grieve. Joys are not lasting as their shadows seem, And oh! that farewell, parting hour was come, She would have flown from; but alas! her sire- All that a child's attention should bestow! Here filial love silenced at once desire, Striving to soothe her tender heart of woe With thoughts, that happier days would recompence the blow! And two revolving moons had passed away, And the loose foe, whom nothing could restrain, Brief be my tale, where grief it's burthen is; A childless parent's or an orphan's tale Soon had to grieve at the dark deeds of fate, And curse the hardened fiends that could such scenes create. But to my sequel,-how shall words describe What Mariaquita and her sire befell? Behold some ruffians of that lawless tribe Broke in upon that bower where love did dwell, And seizing her with a lascivious yell Tore her (while clinging) from her parent's arms; He, in his frenzy rushing to repel, Was struck to earth, and life's last spirit warms To curse the hands that now defiled his daughter's charms. And passion sated, there it left her form, Pale, fallen, and faded-all but life now fled; Even as a rose-bud, blasted by the storm, Where yesterday it rose its lovely head Fragrant and fresh, and glittering in the dew ;Ah! whither hope? Ah! why deceit thus spread, That, like the Dead Sea's fruit art fair in hue But inwardly all dust and ashes to the view. For oh! she never woke to reason more! Sorrow and suffering had subdued her mind; That ray of nature's light was clouded o'er, And left a frame all tenantless behind; Even as a ruined structure, where the wind Murmurs with strange and confused sound; devoid Of sense thus thought flits loose and unconfined, "Till day on day left nature unsupplied ; This could not last-she sleeps by her loved parent's side. Muse! twine a cypress garland round thy lyre'; Where every charm once glowed, as if the wand Its charms from nature's face, and seal its mournful lot?" O'er that green sod, which marked the tenement To see Gaul fly his land and peace her smiles restore. HIGH LIFE. THE eccentric and dissipated Lord Baltimore had exhausted all the pleasures of life, nearly ruined his constitution, and involved his estates in great difficulties before he reached the age of thirty. His friends saw that nothing could save him from ruin and an early dissolution, but a marriage, which might unite the double advantage of weaning his mind from the love of pleasure by the prospect of domestic felicity; and repair the injury, sustained by his fortune, by a great addition of wealth. The immensely rich daughter of a London banker was the lady, whom his friends selected to reform his manners and repair his fortune. Negociations were secretly opened between the friends of Lord Baltimore, and the father of his intended bride, some time before that nobleman or the lady were made acquainted with their views; and nothing was wanting to complete the match, but an opportunity of placing the wealthy heiress before his Lordship's eyes at a moment, when considerable losses at play and a long course of exhausting pleasure should have left his mind in a state of alienation from his follies, and have in spired him with an appetite for change. An opportunity of this nature soon presented itself. Fifteen successive nights of deep play, and the loss of thirty thousand pounds, were followed by a consciousness, that neither his constitution nor his fortune could for any length of time sustain such debilitating efforts. While he was in this temper of mind, and on a certain morning after he had spent the whole night at a gambling house, he was visited by his uncle, who had been the chief negociator of the marriage. He found him sitting at his breakfast table, pale, emaciated, dejected in spirits, and evidently under the influence of great uneasiness. As soon as his uncle beheld him, he was conscious that no opportunity, more favourable than the one then present, was likely to occur; and he prepared himself to enter upon a course of friendly admonition. The young Lord soon gave him an occasion of developing his schemes, by representing to him the great losses which he had lately sustained; the trouble and uneasiness of his mind; the disgust he felt for those dissipated habits, by which he had been, for such a length of time, enthralled; the absolute necessity of repose to his constitution, and of economy to his finances. "These are mere trifles, my dear boy," said his uncle, "and may all be repaired by a successful marriage,' -"Speak not to me on that subject," said Lord Baltimore, "I am tired of the sight of women. The very name of marriage alarms me with the appre hension of some overwhelming evils, from which no exertion or good fortune could ever extricate me. If you wish to make me happy, inform me of some one, who will lend me a hundred thousand pounds to enable me to surmount my present difficulties, and make one final attempt to recover those vast sums of which the better fortune of my friends has deprived me."-"I know such a person," replied his uncle, "who will not only lend you one, but two, three, or even more hundred thousands, if you will give me a commission to treat with him."- "You make me the happiest of men," replied Lord Baltimore, rising up and seizing him by the hand. "I consign to you the power of nego ciating the business for me. sent to any interest, any terms, any conditions, provided I can have the money immediately."-" The conditions, my dear Lord," replied his uncle, are extremely favourable to yourself: you have only to con sent to Con "I will consent to any thing," added Lord Baltimore hastily. "You have only to con sent," rejoined his uncle, "to marry his daughter, and the sum of three hundred thousand pounds will be paid as the dowry of the lady.""Death!" cried Lord Baltimore, "are these the conditions? Is there no way of obtaining the money without being subjected to the constraint of a repulsive marriage? Perhaps the old fellow will take fifteen, twenty, or thirty per cent any thing, any thing, my dear uncle, but the marriage." "Remember your difficulties," said the uncle. "The marriage! the mar riage!" replied Lord Baltimore. "Recollect," said his uncle, "how enormous are your debts, and how deeply you are engaged in honour to pay them. Remember the ex ན alted ránk you hold in society, which cannot be supported without an income adequate to its dignity. Forget not the duty you owe to your posterity, to transmit to them your title and estates as perfect and unincumbered as they were when you received them from your ances. tors." Lord Baltimore felt the force of his uncle's reasoning, and requested to have three days and nights to consider of it. The nights were passed in the deepest play, and the days, or at least the greater part of them, in bed. He could not make up his mind to marry. The thought of it was horrible. He could not continue in the same course of irregular pleasures and expensive habits without the prospect of endless and irretrieva ble difficulties. Some retirement from the frequency of debilitating pleasures was necessary to preserve him from an early grave. Marriage, ruin, death, were three monsters which continually haunted his ima gination; he was obliged to embrace one; and marriage, notwith standing all its disadvantages, ap. peared the least dreadful of the three. In a moment of impatience and vexation, he wrote a note to his uncle, and empowered him to negociate for the hand of the wealthy banker's daughter. He professed himself prepared to sacrifice his liberty to the welfare and dignity of his family; and demean himself by a marriage with a citizen's daughter, bringing him three hun, dred thousand pounds as a dowry, that the ancient estates of the Balti mores might continue whole and unincumbered to his descendants but he begged to be relieved from the toil and tediousness of making love, and hoped that, no farther courtship would be expected from him than just to ask the lady's consent. The whole business was soon arranged. The banker thought the words "my Lady Baltimore," were each of them worth a hundred thousand pounds, and his daughter was captivated with the thought of being united to one of the most exalted titles of the kingdom, and charmed with the prospect of the merit of being able to reform one of the most dissipated of noblemen. Lord Bal |