“Spanish blood to-day we offer’d, “O how savourily steam’d it! “And thy fine and dainty nostrils “Suck’d the scent in, full of rapture! “We’ll to-morrow slay the horses, “Neighing noble monsters are they, “Offspring of the tempest spirits’ “Amorous toying with the seacow. “If thou’lt gracious be, I’ll slaughter “In thine honour my two grandsons, “Pretty children,--sweet their blood is,-- “My old age’s only pleasure. “But indeed thou must be gracious, “And must grant us further triumphs, “Let us conquer, darling godhead, “Putzlivitzli, Vitzliputzli! “All our enemies destroy thou, “All these strangers who from distant “And still undiscover’d countries “Hither came across the ocean-- “Wherefore did they leave their dwellings? “Was it crime or hunger drove them? “‘Stop at home and live in quiet’ “Is a sensible old proverb. “What is their desire? Our money “Stick they in their greedy pockets, “And they wish us to be happy-- “So they tell us,--in the heavens! “We at first believed them fully “Beings of a higher order, “Children of the Sun, immortal, “Arm’d with lightning and with thunder. “But they’re only men, as mortal “As ourselves; my knife to-night has “Proved beyond all doubt and question “Their extreme mortality. “They are mortal, and no fairer “Than ourselves, and many of them “Are as ugly as the monkeys, “And their faces, like the latter, “Are all hairy, and ’tis whisper’d “Many of them carry hidden “In their breeches monkeys’ tails, for “Those not monkeys need no breeches. “Morally they’re also ugly “And of piety know nothing, “And ’tis said that they’re accustom’d “Their own deities to swallow! “O destroy this vile abandon’d “Wicked brood, these god-devourers-- “Vitzliputzli, Putzlivitzli, “Let us conquer, Vitzliputzli!”-- Thus the priest address’d the god, And the god’s reply resounded Sighing, rattling, like the nightwind Toying with the ocean sedges: “Red-coat, red-coat, bloody slayer! “Thou hast slaughter’d many thousands,-- “Plunge thy sacrificial knife now “In thine own old worn-out body! “From thy body, thus slit open, “Will thy spirit make its exit, “Over roots and over pebbles “Tripping to the green frog’s pond. “There thou’lt find my aunt, the rat-queen, “Squatting, and she’ll thus address thee: “‘So good morning, naked spirit! “‘Pray how fares it with my nephew? “‘Is he Vitzliputzlied nicely “‘In the gold-light, sweet as honey? “‘Does good fortune from his forehead “‘Brush away all flies and sorrows? “‘Or does Katzlagara scratch him, “‘Hated goddess of all evil, “‘With her black paws made of iron, “‘Which are steep’d in adder’s poison?’