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Thames Star, Volume XIV, Issue 4431, 17 March 1883, Page 1

Select Poetry.

IN THE MISSION GAUDS]*,

I speak not the English well, but Pachjta She speak for me; is it not so, my Pancha P. Eh, little rogue? 'Come, salute me the stranger Americano. Sir, in my country we say, "Where the heart is, There live the speech." Ah J you not understand ? So! Pardon an old man—what you call "old fogy" I" Father Felipe! Old, Senor, old! just so old as the Mission. You see that pear-tree ? How old youthink, Senor ? Fifteen year ? Twenty ? Ah, Senor, jnat fifty • Gone since I plant him! You like the wine ?. It is some at the Mission Made from the grape of the year eighteen hundred: - , r . All the same time when the earth close up quake he come to ' • ; San Juan Bautista. But Pancha is twelve, and she is the rose- ,, tree; ' • • And I am the olive, and this ia the garden: And Pancha we say; but her name-is Francisca, Same like her mother. Eh, you knew her? No P Ah! it is a.stdry; But I speak not, like Pachita, the English: So! If I try, you will sit here beside me, And shall not laugh, eh ? When the American come to the Mission, Many arrive at the house of Francisca: * One—he was a fine man-—he buy the cattle Of Jose Castro. So! he came much, and Francisca she saw him: And it was Love—and a very dry season; And the pears bake on the tree—and the rain come, . . : * ■ But not Francisca : Not for one year: and one night I have walk much Under the olive-tree, when comes Francisca: Comes to me here, with her child; this Francisca— Under the olive tree. Sir, it was sad; but I speak not the English; So! —She stay here, and she wait for her husband: ' ' He come no more, and she sleep on the hillside: There stands Pachita. Ah! there's the Angelus. Will you not , enter? . > Or shall you walk in the garden with Pancha ? Go, little rogue—stt—attend to the stranger. Adios, Sofior. — Bret Sarle. ,