THE BROWNIES IN SPAIN.

They found a strange inclosure wide
With seats arrayed on every side,
Where thousands could a view obtain
Of objects on the inner plain.

Said one: “In this same place, I ween,
The matadors with weapons keen

 

And scarlet cloak, to plague or blind
The monarch of the cattle kind,

Engage in that old cruel game

That has been long the nation’s shame.”

Another said: ‘‘ Your head is clear;
The animals indeed are here.

In stalls or pens they rest to-night

In waiting for to-morrow’s fight.

We ’ll take a peep and in this case
See what the Spaniards have to face.”

The chatting of the band enraged
The creatures that were closely caged ;
They bellowed loudly, spurned the ground,
And in a frenzy rushed around,
And finally broke through the wall
Or fence that had inclosed them all,
And, charging madly, thought to gore
A dozen of the band or more.
Now with good reason pale with fright,
The Brownies scampered left and right,
And climbed up posts and trees in haste

To be in safer quarters placed ;
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