Salvà was in early life distinguished for learning and study, having been, when only twenty years of age, named Professor of Greek in the University of Alcalà de Henares. On the French invasion he returned to his native city Valencia, and engaged in trade as a bookseller, in which occupation he continued in London, when obliged to emigrate hither in 1823, in consequence of his having joined in the political events of the times. He had been, during those events, Deputy from Valencia, and Secretary to the Cortes. In 1830 he transferred his house to Paris, where he continued his pursuits, publishing many valuable works of his own compilation, as a Grammar and Dictionary of the Spanish language, as well as editing and superintending the publication of many other standard works. He closed his useful life, in his native city, in 1850. 17. Page 77. “Juvenilities.” Works of Melendez, Salvà’s Edition, vol. i. p. 39. This piece was also taken for translation from Bouterwek, when first entering on a study of Spanish literature. From Bouterwek it was copied by Sismondi, when borrowing, as he did largely, from that compiler; but Mr. Roscoe has not given a translation of this, as he probably found it difficult to do so satisfactorily. It is in fact almost as difficult to translate Melendez as it is to translate Anacreon, their peculiar simplicity and grace being so nearly allied. 18. Page 79. “The Timid Lover.” Works of Melendez, _ibid._, p. 263. This poem having been particularly mentioned by Martinez de la Rosa as favourably characteristic of the style of the author, may be considered best to be selected as an exemplification of it. It is what is termed a Letrillia. EL AMANTE TIMIDO. En la pena aguda Que me hace sufrir El Amor tirano Desde que te vi Mil veces su alivio Te voy à pedir, Y luego, aldeana, Que llego ante ti, Si quiero atreverme No sè que decir. Las voces me faltan Y mi frenesí Con mìseros ayes Las cuida suplir Pero el dios que aleve Se burla de mi Cuanto ansio mas tierno Mis labios abrir Se quiero atreverme No sè que decir. Sus fuegos entonces Empieza à sentir Tan vivos el alma Que pienso morir, Mis làgrimas corren, Mi agudo gemir Tu pecho sensible Conmueve, y al fin Si quiero atreverme No sè que decir. No lo sè, temblando Si por descubrir Con loca esperanza Mi amor infeliz, Tu lado por siempre Tendrè ya que huir: Sellàndome el miedo La boca: y asì Si quiero atreverme No sè que decir. Ay! si tu, adorada, Pudieras oir Mis hondos suspiros Yo fuera feliz. Yo, Filis, lo fuera Mas, triste de mi! Que tìmido al verte Burlarme y reir, Si quiero atreverme No sè que decir. 19. Page 81. “My Village Life.”