A TALE OF PARAGUAY. PREFACE. ONE of my friends observed to me, in a letter, that many stories which are said to be founded on fact have in reality been foundered on it. This is the case if there be any gross violation committed or ignorance betrayed of historical manners in the prominent parts of a narrative wherein the writer affects to observe them, or when the groundwork is taken from some part of history so popular and well known that any mixture of fiction disturbs the sense of truth; still more so if the subject be in itself so momentous that any alloy of invention must of necessity debase it: but most of all in themes drawn from Scripture, whether from the more familiar or the more awful portions; for, when what is true is sacred, whatever may be added to it is so surely felt to be false that it appears profane. Founded on fact the poem is, which is here committed to the world; but, whatever may be its defects, it is liable to none of these objections. The story is so singular, so simple, and withal so complete, that it must have been injured by any alteration. How faithfully it has been followed, the reader may perceive, if he chooses to consult the abridged translation of Dobrizhoffer's "History of the Abipones." TO EDITH MAY SOUTHEY. 1. EDITH! ten years are numbered, since the day 2. A child more welcome, by indulgent Heaven The features of her beauteous infancy And seldom hath my tongue pronounced her name Devoutly cherish till we meet again. 3. I saw thee first with trembling thankfulness, But memory did not long our bliss alloy : For gentle nature, who had given relief, Weaned with new love the chastened heart from grief; And the sweet season ministered to joy. 4. It was a season when their leaves and flowers Thy Mother well remembers, when she lay Still his redundant song of joy and love preferred. 5. How I have doted on thine infant smiles At morning, when thine eyes unclosed on mine; seen Thy sisters in their turn such fondness prove, And felt how childhood, in its winning years, The attempered soul to tenderness can move. This thou canst tell; but not the hopes and fears With which a parent's heart doth overflow, The thoughts and cares inwoven with that love: Its nature and its depth, thou dost not, canst not, know. 6. The years which since thy birth have passed away May well to thy young retrospect appear A measureless extent: like yesterday To me, so soon they filled their short career. To thee discourse of reason have they brought, With sense of time and change; and something too Of this precarious state of things have taught, Where Man abideth never in one stay; And of mortality a mournful thought. And I have seen thine eyes suffused in grief, When I have said that with autumnal gray The touch of eld hath marked thy father's head; That even the longest day of life is brief, And mine is falling fast into the yellow leaf. 7. Thy happy nature from the painful thought Are gone; and bosom-friends of riper age, And dearer babes. I therefore needs must dwell Often in thought with those whom still I love so well. 8. Thus wilt thou feel in thy maturer mind: When grief shall be thy portion, thou wilt find |