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Volume 3 (1858-1859) (592 pages)
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Page: of 592
122 HUTCHINGS’ CALIFORNIA MAGAZINE.
ty and chains of gold; the Gipsys were
liberated; the uncle received the promise
of two thousand crowns, in consideration
of dropping the quarrel, and a servant
of Miss Carducha swore to having seen
her conceal her trinkets in Andres’ bundle while Andres was away. Don Francisco said to Don Juan that he had learned
that his father Don Francisco de Carcamo
was appointed judge of that city, and
that it would be well to wait for his arrival. Don Juan said he would be ruled,
but that before all things he should be
married to Preciosa. The archbishop
gave him license to be married with but
one bann. The Judge being very much
beloved, the city made acelebration, with
illuminations, bull fights and rockets,
upon the eve and day of the marriage.
The news of the adventures and marriage
of Don Juan and Preciosa reached the
court, and the beauty and quality of Preciosa secured the pardon of Andres from
his father, for his son’s spirit of adyenture. It was no little gratification to him
to find the son, whom he had supposed
to be lost, and to know that he was the
son-in-law of so great a nobleman as Don
Fernando de Acevedo. He hastened his
departure to see his children, and within
twenty days he was in Mercia, Upon his
arrival the festivities were renewed, and
the poets of the city celebrated the singular adventures and the discretion and
grace of Don Juan and Preciosa,
THE MANIAC’S SONG.
BY MILLIE MAYFIELD.
Mad! mad!
When the thunder calls to the deep, I’m glad!
When the storm’s black bark unfurls its
sail,
And Death rides out on the fearful gale,
Tam glad! glad
Sad! Sad!
*Twas to see my Willie drown. Too bad,
That the glittering threads of his golden
hair ,
Should hold him fast in the Siren’s lair—
Too bad! too bad!
Mad! mad!
They call me mad, whea IJ am but glad,
As I shout his ever blessed name
To the lightning’s telegraphic flame,
Tam glad! glad!
Sad! sad!
No answering message comes back; too bad!
The lightning’s chain in the surging seas
Breaks near the Hall of the Nereides—
Too bad! too bad!
Mad! mad!
There’s a lurid light in the cloud—T'm glad!
Yon sea of fog the stars will drown,
I saw the moon’s white face go down—
Iam glad! glad!
Sad!. sad!
I shall be if no shipwreck’s near—too bad,
If there goes not a goodly company
To meet him under the stormy sea;
Too bad! too bad!
Mad! mad!
Hurrah! there’s a crash! I’m glad! I’m glad!
The wind’s sharp plowiurns up the deep
And furrows the beds where the sea-gods
sleep,
Tam glad! glad!
Sad! sad!
Bound down like a felon—too bad, too bad,
That I can’t escape this torturing chain,
And join my love in the foaming main—
Too bad! too bad!
Mad! mad!
When I hear the tempest roar, I’m glad ;
ForI hope the storm-king will hear my cry
And clip my cords as he thunders by—
Tam glad! glad!
Sad! sad!
His chariot’s wheels drown my voice—too
bad!
T must wait for the tardy jailor, Death,
To close the gates on my trembling breath,
Top bad! too bad!