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In this extraordinary agony,

The feelings entertained go but for dumb

Seeing that love defies,

And I am cast in the midst of the fierce fire.

Cold water I abhor

Were it not for my eyes,

Which fire augments and spoils

In this amorous forge.

I wish not or seek water,

Or from annoyance supplicate relief.

Begin would all my good,

My ills would finish all,

If fate should so ordain,

That my sincere trust in life,

Silencassss1 would assure, Sighs assure it. My eyes do thoroughly me inform Me weeping in this truth. Pen, tongue, will In this inflexible reason me confirm.

These examples speak for themselves.ssss1 Cervantes was not indeed a very great poet; but his verses are often graceful and melodious, and it would have afflicted him sorely to see his lines travestied in this miserable fashion. It is inexplicable that such absolute nonsense should be published. But it is a singular testimony to the public interest in all concerning Cervantes that, in default of anything better, this discreditable version should have been read, and even reprinted.