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THE COUNTRY MAIDEN.

FROM POLITIAN.

LA pastorella si leva per tempo

Menando le caprette a pascer fuora;
Di fuora, fuora, la traditora

Co suoi begli occhi la m' innamora,
E fa di mezza notte apparir giorno.

Poi se ne giva a spasso a la fontana

Calpestando l'erbette tenerelle,
(O) tenerelle, galanti e belle,

Sermollin fresco, fresche mortelle,
E 'l grembo ha pien di rose e di viole.

Poi si sbraccia e si lava il suo bel viso,

Le man, la gamba, il suo pulito petto,
Pulito petto, con gran diletto,

Con bianco aspetto,
Che ride intorno intorno (o) le campagne.

E qualche volta canta una canzona,

Che le pecore balla e gli agnelletti :
E gli agnelletti fanno i scambietti,

Così le capre con li capretti,
E tutti fanno a gara (o) le lor danze.

E qualche volta in sur un verde prato

La tesse ghirlandette (o) di bei fiori,
(O) di bei fiori, di bei colori,

Così le ninfe con li pastori,
E tutti imparan da la pastorella.

Poi la sera ritorna a la sua stanza

Con la vincastra in man discinta e scalza,
Discinta le scalza

Ride e saltella per agni balza.
Così la pastorella passa il tempo.

TRANSLATION.

The sweet country maiden she gets up betimes,

Taking her kids to feed out on the grass,-
On the grass, on the grass,-ah! the sly little lass,

Her eyes make me follow with mine as they pass;
I am sure they'd make day in the middle of night.

Then she goes, the first thing, to the fountain hard by,

Treading the turf with her fresh naked feet,-
Naked feet, naked feet,-0 so light and so sweet,

Through the thyme and the myrtles they go so complete, And she makes up a lap, which she fills full of flowers.

Then she tucks up her sleeve to wash her sweet face,

And her hands, and her legs, and her bosom so white,-
Her bosom so white,—with a gentle delight;

I never beheld such a beautiful sight,
It makes the place smile, wheresoever it turns.

And sometimes she sings a rustical song,

Which makes the kids dance, and the sheep alsd

The sheep also,—they hark, and they go ;

The goats with the kids, all so merrily O! You would think they all tried to see who could dance best.

And sometimes, upon a green meadow, I've seen her

Make little garlands of beautiful flowers,
0, most beautiful flowers,—which last her for hours,

And the great ladies make them for their paramours,
But all of them learn from my sweet country lass.

And then in the evening she goes home to bed,

Bare-footed, and loos’ning her laces and things,-
Her laces and things,--and she laughs and she sings,

And leaps all the banks with one of her springs;
And thus my sweet maiden she passes her time.

EPIGRAM OF ALFIERI,

U PON THE TREATMENT OF THE WORD

CAPTAIN" BY

THE ITALIANS, FRENCH, AND ENGLISH.

Capitario è parola
Sonante, intera, e nell'Italia nata;
Capitèn, già sconsola,
Nasalmente dai Galli smozzicata;
Keptn poi dentro gola
De' Britanni aspri sen sta straspolpata.

IMITATED AND ANSWERED.

Poor Italy, one needs must own,
Has the word " Captain," and the word alone;

France had the man, but gave him those
Whom he had taken for her by the nose;
England had her's, and has him still,
Who'll cut her own throat for her, if she will

EPIGRAMS ON LORD CASTLEREAGH.

Oh, CASTLEREAGH! thou art a patriot now;
Cato died for his country, so did'st thou ;
He perish'd rather than see Rome enslav’d,
Thou cut'st thy throat, that Britain may be sav'd.

So CASTLEREAGH has cut his throat !—The worst Of this is,—that his own was not the first.

So He has cut his throat at last !He! Who?
The man who cut his country's long ago.

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