“If e’er thy charms these rabid dogs should meet.

Por Díos, with steel I will the monsters greet!”

With many a gentle word and heavenly smile

Replied his Isidora, angel-sweet.

Now fell the night, and blazed full many a pile,

And Charles for his adored a shelter sought the while.

XX.

To Santiago’s shrine Don Carlos bore

Salustian and his daughters pale with dread.

A mighty crowd hath filled with life the floor,