Ricos hombres, bellas damas, que con frescas verdes ramas Gobernaron blancas llamas, came to meet me at the gate, En su lengua me hablaron, y mi garbo alabaron, (Though I must have looked a rare one) led me in, in wondrous state: Took me to the Casa Real, where the King and Queen at tea, all Joyful any white to see, allowed me there to stop and sup. Quando dormir partiamos, El Rey dijo, "Te amàmos Antesque al lecho vamos, let us take a parting cup!" Early the ensuing morning, I my person was adorning, When without the slightest warning, some one came into my room. Su semblante presumido, y su limpio vestido Con toallas guarnecido, made me for a while presume 'Twas the barber come to shave me, curl, shampoo, perfume, and lave me; But an awful turn it gave me, when I saw he had a knife. Thought I, "If it's not the barber, peor esta que estaba, Some designs they sure must harbour 'gainst my sad unhappy life," Hombres de colossal talle metièron me en calle, Saying to each other, "Shall he cheat the sun and stars and moon? No! but at the rich and costly shrine of HUETZILOPOZTLI (That's the god they worship mostly) he shall be a victim soon." Y llevaron me eutonces to the temple, for the dunces Didn't know that more than once his life the stranger tried to beg. But a condor o'er me flying, just as I was sadly lying On the sacrificial stone and crying, let me catch him by the leg. One priest held me by the paletôt, but the condor soared in alto Aire with me till, por falto de fuerzas, down he fell, And I woke in the posada, where my reverend camarada At the self-same almohada I was holding tugged as well. So if you should hear one day a little more of Iximaya, In the speaker's ear just say a single verse of CALDERON, "In this world, so full of seeming, all the sons of men live dreaming; That their dreams are true still deeming. '_Y sueños sueños son._'" "SENOR PUNCH, &c." My good friend _Punch_, whose superabundant pluck expels every sad annoyance, &c., &c. JUDY, whose valorous heart disturbs her spouse, and thou, O, jocose Toby! of all other dogs, the grand dog (for the so-called Italian prince was but a type of thee). "Mesoñero, &c." The innkeeper considering how to win the silver of so rich a stranger. "Posada." An inn where you should, but cannot repose. _Lucus & non lucendo._ "Comida." Dinner, otherwise a periphrasis for beans and dripping. "Mi poquito, &c." My little modicum of respect for so principal a person. "Uno d'agua, &c." One bursts with water, the other torments the town with flames. "O, wondrous policy! From North to South, Austria and France shoot in each other's mouth. "Este lugar." This delightful residence. "Por los ojos, &c." By the eyes of my mother wine and talking go together. "Manana." To-morrow will be another sort of day.