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PS 1206 
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 1847 
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 T H E 
 
 VALLEY OF ALVABDO. 
 
 O R T II K 
 
 SPY OF TENNESSEE: 
 
 , A LEGEND OF MEXICO 
 
 BY TRISTAM BURGES 
 
 PROVIDENCE: 
 
 PRINTED BY M. B . YOUNG 
 
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PS 1206 
 .B4 V3 
 1847 
 Copy 1 
 
 A LEGEND OF MEXICO 
 
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 u Whence, whence art thou flying, old man, in such haste 1 
 
 Why tears in thine eyes 1 and all out of breath ? 
 Old time will keep pace, go thou ever so fast ; 
 
 Nor canst thou outrun the pale horse of death." 
 
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 So cried a young farmer, who paused in his toil, 
 
 And leaned on his plough and his goad ; 
 While half with a tear and half with a smile, 
 
 He hailed him who fled on the road. 
 
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 The fugitive paused ; and then he looked round, 
 And threw himself down where he stood ; 
 
 His tears in a torrent were poured on the ground, 
 And his cry was, " O Mexico ! where is thy God ? fl 
 
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 The youth stopped his team in the furrow begun ? 
 
 And hastened away to the stranger's relief; 
 He kneeled at his side, like a dutiful son, 
 
 And begged him to tell all the cause of his grief, 
 
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 The old man arose from his place in the dust, 
 
 And sat on a stone, by the side of the way ; 
 While groan after groan from his bosom then bursty 
 
 And struggling to speak, not a word could he say- 
 
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 His head was all white with the winters of time ; 
 
 On his face was no trace or of anger, or pride : 
 He gazed on the youth, that youth in his prime ; 
 
 And then fell on his bosom and died. 
 
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 And who he was, or whence he came, 
 
 No mortal there could then reveal ; 
 His woes, his travel and his name 
 
 Were hidden under death's dark seal. 
 
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 They took him to a village near, 
 
 And there the fun'ral rites began ; 
 While many an eye wept many a tear 
 
 For him, the broken-hearted man. 
 
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 d pon a bier the coffin stood, — 
 
 So was the custom of the place, 
 That all who passed along that road 
 Might see, and haply know the face. 
 
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 The passing trav'ler knew the sign, 
 
 And stopping, murmured with a sigh, 
 "" The old man's lot, it may be mine, 
 
 Alone with strangers thus to die." 
 
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 Then from the City of the Kings 
 
 A youth came riding toward the crowd ; 
 
 Hope seemed to bear him on her wings, 
 Through vernal skies without a cloud. 
 
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 But when the coffin came in view, 
 
 He left his horse across the way, 
 To see if he the stranger knew, 
 
 And with the mourners weep and pray. 
 
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 He saw the face, as he drew near, 
 
 Then rushing to the coffin, cried, 
 " My father ! O my father dear ! 
 
 For thee I would have gladly died ! 
 
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 And I away, and thou alone, 
 
 From home, to struggle and expire ; 
 O father dear ! forgive thy son ; 
 
 And God avenge my murdered sire !" 
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 After the fun'ral rites were o'er, 
 
 And dust to dust, in hope was given ; 
 The son, consoled by pious lore, 
 
 Had humbly bowed his will to heaven. 
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 Then the young ploughman left his farm, 
 
 To journey with the grieving son, 
 That they might go and learn what harm 
 
 Was in his father's household done. 
 
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 They, up the hills, in silence rode, 
 
 Each musing on the mournful past, 
 'Till on the mountain. top they stood, 
 
 And near them heard a trumpet's blast. 
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 A troop of horse they saw advance. 
 
 And he, who rode this troop before, 
 Upon the long shaft of his lance ? 
 
 Of Mexico the ensign bore. 
 
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 " Dear, dear Francisco !" loud he cried, 
 
 " What tidings from thy absent sire ?" 
 The farmer youth alone replied, 
 
 " I saw him in my arms expire." 
 
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 Silent and sad the troop drew nigh, 
 
 To hear what this young man could tell ; 
 And sorrow gushed from every eye, 
 
 For one they knew and loved so well. 
 
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 Then to their leader, as they turned, 
 
 And saw him by the weeping son ; 
 " Tell him, Gonzelo, all we've mourned, 
 
 O tell him all that has been done. 
 
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 This can't be hidden in the ground, 
 
 Nor can this blood sink in the sand ; 
 Angels of God, with trumpet-sound, 
 
 Will publish all in every land. 
 
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 What we now struggle to conceal. 
 
 From other tongues he soon will hear ; 
 Then tell ; and tell him all we feel, 
 
 And we will give him tear for tear." 
 
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 u Now, Dear Francisco, must I tell? 
 
 And must thou hear these woes from me ? 
 O may the orphan's God be still 
 
 A God, a Father unto thee. 
 
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 Ours is Alvardo's lovely vale, 
 
 Where dwelt thy sire and where dwells mine, 
 No Eastern storm, no Northern gale, 
 
 Can blight or freeze the fig or vine. 
 
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 High on the West, and East, and South, 
 
 The mountains, crowned with forests, rise ; 
 While open to the balmy South, 
 
 Embosomed there our valley lies, 
 
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 From North to South a river flows. 
 
 Through meadows green and fields of corn ; 
 There every month renews the rose, 
 
 And health on every breeze is borne. 
 
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 From the high race of Indian Kings, 
 
 From Montezuma on his throne, 
 And from Castille the Herald brings 
 
 Our ancient race united down. 
 
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 We feel this blood beat in the heart, 
 
 We feel it warm in every vein ; 
 Not teaching of rude war the art, 
 
 But of fair truth and peace the reign. 
 
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 Too rich for want, too poor for pride, 
 
 A happy medium we employ, 
 We toil or sport, we walk or ride, 
 
 And every hour has its own joy. 
 
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 Thus have we lived for many years, 
 
 Nor ever wished a lovlier home ; 
 But now, alas ! a vale of tears 
 
 Our happy valley has become. 
 
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 God's vengeance will that man confound. 
 
 Who coveting his neighbor's land, 
 Dares to remove his neighbor's bound, 
 
 With a false tongue and bloody hand. 
 
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 Two moons ago, it may be more, 
 
 Just at the close of evening light, 
 A stranger, at thy father's door, 
 
 Asked food and shelter for the night. 
 
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 Thy father brought him to the fire, 
 
 The board had for repast been spread ; 
 He joined the family in prayer, 
 
 And joined them then in breaking bread. 
 
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 He seemed to be in early life, 
 
 His age, it might be twenty-five ; 
 And much he censured war and strife, 
 
 And prayed that men in peace might live. 
 
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 Of Tennessee, he did not cease 
 
 Strange tales and wonderous to tell ; 
 The President, that man of peace 
 
 And piety, he knew full well. 
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 The war with Mexico was wrong, 
 
 He oft had heard that good man say ; 
 But Congress, wild and brave of tongue, 
 
 Would have their own, their wicked way. 
 
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 The President had not the right 
 
 To point a gun, or draw a sword, 
 Or order any man to fight, 
 
 Till Congress meet and give the word. 
 
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 1 am not. by this war detained. 
 
 But travel on, as free as air, 
 To see where Montezuma reigned. 
 
 And all the famous wonders there. 
 
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 Although I carry sword and gun, 
 
 I wait for no commander's words ; 
 But, as I wander on alone, 
 
 Make my own war, on beasts and birds. 
 
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 Thy father liked his talk to hear, 
 
 And pressed him there to stop some days ; 
 But thy dear mother could not bear 
 
 Of James K. Polk to hear the praise. 
 
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 Thy brother's wife, thy sister too, 
 
 Believed he was in deep disguise ; 
 They saw his treach'rous heart look through 
 
 The windows of his wicked eyes. 
 
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 Thy brother Carlos thought them wrong, 
 
 Though doubting much which had been told ; 
 How could it be that one so young, 
 
 Could be in treachery so old. 
 
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 Thy father showed him all his store ; 
 
 His corn, his wheat, his styes of swine, 
 His stables filled from door to door, 
 
 His yards of oxen and of kine. 
 
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 'Twas harvest home, the teeming year 
 
 Had greatly blest his summer toil ; 
 And many a barn and rick was there, 
 
 Loaded with products of the soil. 
 
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 The toils of summer being past, 
 
 Thy brother called his neighbors out r 
 With hound and horse to cheer his guest, 
 
 And range the woods with jovial shout. 
 
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 The wolf they slaughtered in his den, 
 
 High up the savage mountain's side, 
 The deer came bounding down the glen, 
 
 And by the dogs or rifle died. 
 
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 He said he could not tarry long ; 
 
 But, while he lingered in the vale, 
 He sang us many a joyous song, 
 
 And told us many a merry tale, 
 
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 None knew that he to any one 
 
 A tale of love had ever told ; 
 But to Maria once, alone, 
 
 The villain dared to be so bold. 
 
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 One day he met her in a grove, 
 
 Alone, far from her father's door, 
 And soon began to talk of love, 
 
 And vows he vowed, and oaths he swore. 
 
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 If she with him would only fly, 
 
 She soon should be his wedded wife ; 
 
 If not, for her he swore to die. 
 
 For life, without her, was not life. 
 
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 Around her waist his arm he threw, 
 
 And to her cheek his lips he pressed ; 
 She from his arm two steps withdrew 
 
 And snatched a poniard from her breast. 
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 " Touch me,'' she cried, " and thou shalt feel, 
 
 Vile coward and traitor, as thou art ! 
 Touch me, base Spy ! and soon this steel 
 
 Shall find thy black and wicked heart. 
 
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 How could st thou raise thine eyes to me ? 
 
 To me, who would not be thy bride, 
 For all the slaves in Tennessee, 
 
 And all her boasted lands beside." 
 
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 The caitiff turned and left the grove ; 
 
 Nor staid, nor stopped to look behind ; 
 But cursed the rage of lawless love, 
 
 That one, so cunning, made so blind. 
 
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 With demon malice in his heart, 
 
 He reached thy father's friendly door ; 
 Then, smiling, said he must depart, 
 
 And linger now he could no more. 
 
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 Thy father urged him to delay ; 
 
 "Be still," he said, " my welcome guest ; 
 But if you cannot, will not stay, 
 
 Depart ; and be thou ever blest." 
 
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 He left the valley ; we believed 
 
 He was a man of a pure mind ; 
 But we, how wretchedly deceived, 
 
 And to the future, O how blind ! 
 
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 Six nights ago, thy father came, 
 As brother dear, to visit mine ; 
 
 Their lives had ever been the same, 
 Both remnants of an honored line. 
 
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 Then much they talked of war and strife ; 
 
 And much in Taylor's praise was said, 
 That, to avoid the waste of life, 
 
 He a short league of peace had made. 
 
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 Monterey, where his army lay, 
 
 Was ten leagues from their happy vale ; 
 And none so far from camp would stray, 
 
 To murder, or destroy, or steal. 
 
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 So passed, in rapid flight, Old Time, 
 
 Who never waits for human power ; 
 The watchman, Clock, began his chime, 
 
 And told us twelve was then the hour. 
 
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 Thy father left his brothers door, 
 
 Upon my arm, close to my side ; 
 Alas ! to visit there no more, 
 
 And would to God he there had died ! 
 
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 We reached the wall, which fenced his farm, 
 
 And when the wicket gate we passed, 
 We met two men in wild alarm, 
 
 And wild with eager flying haste. 
 
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 " Stop ! stop ! dear master," loud they said, 
 
 " Of all thy stores thou art bereft ; 
 All, all thy family are dead, 
 
 Thy house is burnt and nothing left. 
 
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 That felon Spy, who, as a son, 
 
 Thy table and thy house enjoyed, 
 Has brought a gang of ruffians down, 
 
 And all is plundered and destroyed." 
 
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 We hurried to that lovely ground, 
 
 Where once thy father's house had stood ; 
 And there, alas ! we nothing found, 
 
 But smould'ring fire, and brands and blood ! 
 
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 " Where is my wife ! my daughter ! son ! 
 
 His wife — their little ones — O where ?." 
 " Dead ! dead ! dear master ! every one — 
 
 And buried in that raging fire !" 
 
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 He, from the horrid sight, looked round, 
 
 And by the flashes of the flame, 
 Saw a man on the bloody ground, 
 
 Looked in his face and called his name. 
 
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 " John Tompkins ! O thou villain Spy ! 
 
 Hast eat my bread, and sold my blood 1 
 Traitor ! thy life is all one lie ! 
 
 False to thy friends ! thy foes ! thy God /" 
 
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 He said : and quickly left the place, 
 
 In the deep darkness of the night ; 
 Since then we have not seen his face, 
 
 Although we searched till morning light. 
 
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 I questioned both the servants, then, 
 
 Of this sad slaughter and this flame, 
 They told me more than twenty men, 
 
 At night-fall, to the valley came. 
 
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 That night three of our men had gone, 
 
 To visit up the mountain side, 
 And left us and our masters son 
 
 To guard the hearth by which he died. 
 
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 These ruffians, round the house and door 
 
 They placed a guard ; then to their toil 
 They went ; — they plundered every store, 
 
 And heaped their wagons with the spoil. 
 
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 First, all the stock of every kind 
 
 Was hurried out and driven away, 
 That none who followed them might find, 
 
 Or reach these droves another day. 
 
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 Up near the roof, as I looked out, 
 
 And saw the havoc which they made ; 
 Oh ! how I wished I were a scout, 
 
 To run, and call, and gather aid ! 
 
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 For aid, alas ! we could not send ; 
 
 And far apart our dwellings stood ; 
 But still we hoped they did intend, 
 
 When they had robbed, to spare our blood. 
 
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 Our Mistress, where she sat, had tried 
 
 To show that she felt no alarms ; 
 And Carlos' wife sat by her side, 
 
 Each held a child closed in her arms. 
 
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 Maria stood alone ; her eye, 
 
 In that dark hour no fear expressed , 
 But, gazing on her mother nigh, 
 
 She placed her right hand on her breast. 
 
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 The door was fastened with the bar, 
 
 The window shutters closed and fast, 
 And we all hoped these dogs of war, 
 
 With plunder gorged, would leave in haste. 
 
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 O how deceived ! for soon they thrust 
 
 A heavy bar against the door ; 
 And bar and hinges quickly burst, 
 
 And all fell crashing on the floor. 
 
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 Their captain, and that felon Spy, 
 
 Rushed, both at once, into the room ; 
 But Carlos, with an angry eye, 
 
 Called loud to know for what they come. 
 
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 The Captain of the gang replied, 
 
 " We want two lassfs who are here ; 
 
 One for a six months' soldier's bride, 
 
 And one to serve a single year. 
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 * Old Ready' sent us, and the rest, 
 
 With gold to purchase fresh supplies ° t 
 Lieutenant Tompkins thought it best 
 
 To keep the gold and seize the prize, 
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 This gold will now be his and mine ; 
 
 We'll keep it safely in our purse j 
 And these sweet girl's with us shall joim 
 
 And take and share this gold with us, 
 
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 Now Tompkins, so our bargain said, 
 
 " The choice is yours • we'll have no strife; 
 And if you take the pretty maid, 
 
 Then /must take the pretty wife." 
 
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 " Not maid nor wife," then Carlos cries^ 
 
 "Shall ever be or his or thine; 
 Touch either, and who touches dies ! 
 
 Sister or wife, they both are mine. 
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 Base slanderers of your General's fame, 
 
 When sent to buy, you rob and steal, 
 He soon shall know your treacherous game, 
 
 And you, vile thieves ! the rope shall feel" 
 
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 Then first the trembling mother spoke : 
 
 " Dear Carlos, hear these words of mine, — 
 Do not these lawless men provoke, 
 
 But to thy Maker's will resign. 
 
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 They will not stain our hearth with blood, 
 
 Nor tear my daughters from my side ; 
 All men must have some fear of God, 
 
 Some love for Christ, who for them diqd." 
 
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 The Captain shouted loud, — " No God 
 
 Or Christ, thou fool, that ever died, 
 Shall save thy hearth and floor from blood : 
 
 Some P?'iest, old crone, to thee has lied /" 
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 Quick, at the word, he raised his gun, 
 
 And in a moment gave the fire ; 
 And his dear mother, and his son, 
 
 Brave Carlos saw at once expire. 
 
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 "God's vengeance be upon thy head, 
 
 Base coward and murd'rer as thou art !" 
 The Captain, at the word, fell dead, 
 
 With Carlos' sword driven through his heart. 
 
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 Tompkins, the Spy, base son of Hell ! 
 
 Then drew a pistol from his side, 
 And in a moment Carlos fell, 
 
 And, by his murdered mother, died. 
 
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 The floor, alas ! was drenched with bloody 
 
 With blood the couch it was denied ; 
 Maria, like an angel, stood 
 
 To guard her sister and her child. 
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 The traitor, like a tiger, flew 
 
 To seize and drag her to the door ; 
 She from her breast her hand withdrew,, 
 
 And he lay dying on the floor. 
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 She drew the weapon from her foe, 
 
 I saw the naked, reeking blade ; 
 " Go where the wicked ever go," 
 
 Was all the beauteous maiden said. 
 
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 Two ruffians, then, rush'd through the door* 
 
 And stopping by each other's side, 
 Gazed on their Captain in his gore, 
 
 And Carlos, where he fell and died. 
 
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 I and my brother were not seen, 
 
 Though we these murderers plainly saw ; 
 We did not fire upon the men 
 
 Because we hoped they would withdraw. 
 
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 The widow'd mother, in her seat, 
 
 Seem'd dead and cold with grief and fear : 
 Her husband lay dead at her feet, 
 
 With her dear son and mother near. 
 
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 She held her infant on her breast, 
 
 Maria by her weeping stood ; 
 Onward these ruffians slowly pressed, 
 
 With cautious fear, and thirst for blood. 
 
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 On each we kept a watchful eye, 
 
 That we, bafore they could, might fire ; 
 Nor did we wish these men should die, 
 
 If they would with their spoil retire. 
 
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 So suddenly they raised each gun. 
 
 So quick let fly the fatal leads^ 
 That their foul murder all was done 
 
 Before our bullets reached their heads. 
 
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 We saw these murderers, both were dead ; — 
 
 We hastened by our friends to save ; 
 All, all were in one gory bed, 
 
 The young, the lovely and the brave. 
 
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 Nor could we here a moment stop, 
 
 Or bear these precious bodies out, 
 For of the coming robber troop 
 
 We heard the wild and savage shout. 
 
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 For when the Captain and the Spy, 
 
 With their two aids, came from the wood, 
 Each trooper on his horse drew nigh 
 
 To where the loaded wagons stood, 
 
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 For one stray shot they did not care, — 
 
 That trifle no attention found ; 
 But, when our volley reach'd their ear, 
 
 Each horseman leaped upon the ground. 
 
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 They, running to the house, rushed in 
 
 Upon that floor with slaughter dyed, 
 While we passed by these hurrying men, 
 
 And found a shelter where to hid©. 
 
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 Not being quite dead, that traitor Spy 
 
 Had dragged himself out through the door, 
 And found a place whereon to die, 
 
 When he could drag himself no more, 
 
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 Their Captain and his aids they found, 
 
 All stark, and stiff, and bloody there ; 
 For their Lieutenant they looked round, 
 
 But took for him no further care. 
 
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 "Here, here's the gold the General gave 
 
 To pay for all our heavy loads ; 
 We'll take it from this bloody knave 
 
 And share it, by the blessed Gods." 
 
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 So cried the Sergeant, as he drew 
 
 Out from the Captain's bloody breast 
 A purse of gold ; and they all knew 
 
 For what he had that gold possessed. 
 
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 And then that gold, which thus they got 
 Amidst the dead, they parted there ; 
 
 The Sergeant took a double lot, 
 But each, beside, a single share. 
 
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 Then all were sworn that all should tell 
 
 How the good Captain fully paid ; 
 And then these Mexicans of hell 
 
 Captain and Tompkins both shot dead, 
 
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 And they must swear how hard they fought 
 
 Live stock and forage to retain ; 
 And, battling for what they had bought, 
 
 Two of their bravest men were slain. 
 
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 "Now fire the house," aloud they shout, 
 
 " Leave none to follow us and tell ; 
 Guard every path, let none get out, 
 
 Till, both the roof and wall have fell." 
 
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 And here they watched with sword and gun, 
 
 Around the raging dreadful fire ; 
 Nor, till their wicked work was done, 
 
 Did one vile ruffian thence retire. 
 
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 O good Gonzelo ! what a night 
 
 We wretched, wretched men have passed ; 
 And God be praised that morning light 
 
 Has broken on our eyes at last. 
 
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