Without listening to his father. Ventura took the corpse upon his shoulder, threw it into the well, turned to the old man, who followed him in an agony of distress, asked for his blessing, sprang with one bound, upon the wall which surrounded the yard, and to the ground on the other side. The poor father, mounted upon the trunk of a fig-tree, holding on by its branches, with bursting heart, and straining eyes, and breath suspended, saw his son, the idol of his soul, pass with the lightness of a deer, the space which separated the village from an olive plantation, and disappear among the trees.
TO BE CONTINUED.
[ORIGINAL.]
SAPPHICS.
SUGGESTED BY "THE QUIP" OF GEORGE HERBERT
Stratus in terram meditans jacebam;
Saeculum molle et petulans procaxqae,
Asseclas tristem stimulabat acri
Laedere lusu.
Pulchra, quam tinxit Cytherea, rosa,
"Cujus, quaeso," inquit, "manus, infaceta
Carpere inaudax?" Tibi linquo causam,
Victor Iesu!
Tinnitans argentum: "Melos istud audi:
Musicae nostine modes suaves?"
Inquit et fugit. Tibi linquo causam,
Victor Iesu!
Gloria tunc tollens caput et coruscans,
Sericis filis crepitans, me figit
Oculis limis. Tibi linquo causam,
Victor Iesu!
Gestiit scomma sceleratis aptum,
Callida lingua acuisse Ira;
Conticescat jam. Tibi linquo causam,
Victor Iesu!
Attamen cum Tu, die constituto,
Eligisti quos Tibi vindicassis,
Audiam o, dextro lateri statatus,
"Euge fidelis"
Sti. Lodoiel, in Ascensione Domini, 1866.
R. A. B.