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AD VENTURES O F

DoN SYLVIO DE ROSALVA.


A Hitory in which every marvellous Event
- occurs naturally.
- Tranlated from the GERMAN Original of
MR. C. M. W I E L AN D.
I N TF H RE E V O LU M ES,

V O L. I,

L O N D O N :
Printed for J. WILKE, at No. 71, St. Paul's Church
Yard; S. Le AcRor T, at the Globe, at Charing
Cros, anacxbgen, No. 274, in the Stran
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S U P PL E M E N T

OF THE

E D I , T O R,
But through a Miftake of the TRAN
scR1BER, converted into a

P R E F A C E.
LEAVEit to the Reader's dicretion, whe
I ther to believe or not, that the Author
of this Work was Don Ramiro de Z***,
formerly Secretary of the embaay to a cele
brated - Spanih Miniter, who was in high
reputation at a German Court. For my own
part, I confes, that I have never been in
poeion of the Spanih Manucript. But
my friend the Tranlator, in one of his Let
ters, by which he entruts the publication
of the piece to my care, gives me o circum
tantial and conitent an account of the
Hitory contained in that Manucript, of the
A 2 reception
ii P R E F A C E.

reception it - met with, and of the reaons.


which prevented its publication in Spain, not
withtanding the favourable opinion given of
it by the Archbihop of T***, together with a
relation of the manner in which it fell into
his hands, as leaves me no room to quetion
the truth of his intelligence. He likewie
affures me, that thee Anecdotes, with many
others of a very curious nature repeting the
Bock, are contained in a large Epitle Dedi
catory, addreed by Don Ramiro to his
patron, the celebrated Miniter, Don Richard
de W***, and of which he would not have
deprived the Reader, had not his other avoca
tions prevented him from tranlating it.
But thee matters Ihall leave to be dicued
at ome future period. For myelf, I can truly
ay, that Don Sylvia de Roalva has afforded
me as much exquiite entertainment as any
other Book of the kind; and that on peruing
it one day in the Manucript, I laughed o
heartily, and o loud, that my Wife, know
ing I was in my cloet alone, and finding me
in o unuual a mood, broke in upon me
with urprize, to ee what was the matter.
Her fear, it eems was, that I was eized with
afrenzy, or had lot my-enes, which was
paying
-

P R E F A C E. iii
paying, you will ay, no great compliment to
my undertanding. The good woman, in
other repets an excellent houewife, but
who never yet has impaired her eye-ight
with over-much reading, and has no ambition
to commence one of the Literati, has never
theles o much common ene, as to know
when it is proper to laugh and when to cry.
I therefore begged of her to it down, and
began afterwards to read her the Chapter
which had o highly excited my riibility;
but carce had I gone half through, when
he found the conceits of Pedrillo o droll,
that he could not herelf refrain from laugh -
ing heartily; andbeing ever unaccutomed
to know where to top, when once he be
gins, he did it o immoderately, that I burt
out into another fit, which effetually hinder
ed my proceeding. For laughter, like gaping,
is we all know, equally catching. Jut as
we were in this riible condition, my Clerk,
a man of tiffnes and formality, entered the
room to look for ome papers, and oberv
ing our countenances, he intantly topped
at the door, with his pen at his ear and
looked amazed, deeming us, I preume, little
better than two Bedlamites. But I explained
A2 to
iy PR E F: A C: E.
to him the occaion of our mirth, and deired
him to tay a moment and attend: I then
read on, but found myelf-every minute in
terrupted by the inceant laughter of my
Wife, nor could I indeed refrain myelf. My
gentleman of the quillat firft called up a
look with the gravity of a Cata, the wrinkles
of his formal viage remaining nicely plaited
as before, nor was a mucle altered from the
poition in which he uually adjuted it every
morning, though everal paages were read
which threw my good woman and myelf
into a tranport ofjoy. At length however,
the caue of mirth prevailed; Pedrillo tri
umphed over the Stoical apathy of Sir Gra
vity, and one particular entence which we
came to, operated o powerfully on his Dia
phragm, that he burt into a downright
hore-laugh, o much the - more onorous, as
he had laboured to tifle it. The Footman
coming at this intant to the cloet door,
acted the fourth vocal part in this Sardonick
concert; and the noie we made oon reaching
the ears of the Cook and Houe-maid, the
effect of our full ymphony became o con
iderable with their re-inforcement, that the
very paengers topped under - our windows,
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FI R E. F - A CE. v
and laughed in their turn without being able
to aign a reaon for their mirth. In a word,
it reted only with myelf to have intereted
the whole neighbourhood in this riible
Drama; and it remains a doubt, whether
the laugh might not have pread from treet
to treet, and et the town with its uburbs,
in one convulive motion, had I not taken.
the wier precaution of hutting up the
Manucript, dimiing my Dometicks, and,
entering upon ome other topick with my
wife. Iintreat the Reader's pardon for hav
ing taken the liberty to entertain him with
thee trifles; I hardly indeed know how I
could o far forget myelf, fully apprized of
the repect which is due from a Preface-maker
to the venerable public. My only intention
by the foregoing recital, was to indicate the
anguine hope I feel, that Don Sylvio, with
his faithful Pedrillo, may not a little con
tribute to check the progres of hypochon
driac maladies, and chae away the pleen,
both which diorders have, as I am informed,
travelled together from England to France,
and from the French (who once emeed for
ever to be the only people to affet us with
their gallantries) has paed over to us Ger
771(2/7J2
vi P R E F A C E.

mans, and made dreadful havock, particularly


amongt our Ladies and young Cavaliers.
However, as it is but candid to peak freely
on both ides of the quetion, I cannot help
acknowledging that I am acquainted with a
certain fiery Zealot, who coniders this Book
in a very different light, and therefore would
wih that like ome michievous monter, it
had been trangled in its birth. This man
is one of thoe ecular priets, who is too
dull at invention to broach any novel
Herey; but has, in return, one of the mot
capricious obtinate head-pieces in all Chri- -

tendom. He has been out of employment


ever ince the lat Jubilee, ubiting in the
mean time by the charity of well dipoed
Chritians, and the crumbs which fell from
the tables of the neighbouring gentry. In this
ituation he continues anxious for the arrival
of that hour when Janenim hall be etab
lihed by an oecumenical council; for this
Zealot is, you mut know, a high-flown
Janenit by profeion, and hence aries all
his misfortunes: he does not, as it is report
ed, depair of one day eeing his party take
the lead, and coniders the fall of the Jeuits
as
P R E F: A C, E. vii

as an happy omen of the deftrution of the


great Dragon, who, as he inits, hath hither
to deluded the whole world. This worthy
comes every now and then to dine with
me. One day he entered my room when I
was too much employed to notice him, and
rummaging amongt my papers, as ill-luck
would have it, he pitched upon the Manu
feript of Don Sylvia. I intantly foreaw this
would produce a harp contet, nor was I. at
a deceived; earce ha he inpected the
Volume a quarter of an hour, when he threw
it down upon the table, andburt into uch
a violent rage againt a Book o dangerous
and o impious, that I had IlO little difficulty
to prevent him vi S azi, from toing it
into the fire. Poitively he would not be
diffuaded frm. thinking, that he Adventures
of Don Sylvia were o many Allegories or
Parables, the latent end and am of which,
tended to nothing les than the overthrow
of the faith, the detruction of Father Aug
he's Gopel, and of the miracles of the
Abb Paris. In hort, the rout he made put
neinto a dilemma what I had bet to do
becaue, as a Layman I preumed not, in
uch caes, to trut my own private judge
Ment;
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ment; though on reading the Manucript, I
had not met with the leat thing that could
leave the Author's intention doubtful. How
ever, being deirous as an Editor of the
Book, to go the hortet and afet way to
work, and know what I had to trut to, I
therefore hewed the Manucript to a very
venerable Divine, the preent Dean of ,
who has the general reputation of a learned
and pious Priet, and I begged the favour
of him to tell me ingenuouly what he
thought of the Book, on which uch diffe
rent criticim had already paed. The good
man returned for anwer, that he had read
the Hitory of Don Sylvio over with great
pleaure, at the ame time confeling, that
he hould not have uppoed, without be
ing thus particularly called upon, that the
perual could have been uitable for a man
of his charater; that he apprehended the
Author had no other deign than to divert
himelf and his Readers; a deign, which in
itelf, and if kept within proper bounds, is
by no means cenurable; that it was not
only allowable, but even ueful to laugh at
the follies of mankind, their prejudices, and
mitaken conceits; the extravagancies of their
- - imagination,
P R E F A C E. ix
imagination, and the wildnes of their pa
fions, and that this urely might well be al
lowed in a Book, written rather to amue
than to intrut, in which good-humour, and
pleaing atire prevailed, and where the jocoe
tile was, and might be extended to the mot
erious ubjets, provided it did not trangres
the bounds of decency; ince truth might
be placed in any light, and would tand the
tet even of ridicule itelf, which erved to
eperate and ditinguih it from thoe fale
and aburd notions with which it was too
often blended by weak minds. But granting
it had been the Author's intention to ridi
cule Enthuiam in the peron of Don Sylvia,
and to expoe the upertition and illy cre
dulity of the vulgar, in the peron of Pe
drillo; and in general hew its proper and
riible light, what juvenal calls veteris
avias: this would rather be doing a ervice
than an injury to Religion, and it would
be o much more unjut to blame Him for
taking uch a liberty, as the Holy Fathers
themelves had made ue of no other weapons
than exquiite raillery, and a pointed irony
againt the reigning upertition and idolatry
of their times.
This
. P R E F A C E.
This entence, from a man whoe enti
ments have always had great weight with
me, perfetly compoed my mind; and I mut
own, I am under great obligation to him, for
enabling me once more to read Don Sylvia
with courage and a afe concience, and to
laugh as I read without anxiety and remore.
* It rets now with our Readers either to
laugh, imper, or preerve their gravity; nay,
to cold or weep, as they hall find themelves
dipoed; 'tis a matter of much les concern
tome than to the Bookeller; who, to confes
the truth, was o abolutely certain that Don -
Sykio might prove a diverting piece, and
who certainly would not have put himelf to
the expence of printing off ome thouand
copies of the allies of Don Ramiro de Z***,
had he not been aured that the Phyicians
would precribe Don Skio to their Patients,
intead of diet drink, frthe cure of all
hypochondriac diorders, and plenetic com
plaints, as well as Vapours, Hytericks, an
even the Gout itelf.
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OF THE

FIRST voLUM E.
B o o K I.
C H A P. I.
Page
CHARACTERCH
ofa certain Species of Aunts,
- A P. II.
I
What rt f Education Don Sylvio received from
his Aunt, - - 7
H A P. III.
Pchological Reflections - -

Hees? v. -

How Don Sylvio became acquainted with Fairies,


I
- C H A P. V. 4
Strange infatuation of Don Sylvio. His love for
an ideal Princes, - 2Q
C H A P. VI.
Adventure of the Green Frog. How Don Sylvio
came not to dicover that the Frog was not a
Fairy, - - 25
C H A P. VII.
Don Sylvio finds the Portrait ofhis dear ideal Prin
ce in an almo miraculous manner, 3G
-C HA P. VIII.
The Author's Refestions with thoe of Don Sylvio,
C H A P. IX. 37 -

Sequel f the Adventure with the Butterfly. The


eader is introduced to a new Acquaint
an(f - - sa -. 43
[aJ CH A P.
coN T ENTs OF THE
C H A P. x.
In- which Fairies, Salamanders, Princees, and
Green Dwarfs make their appearance, Page 56
- CH A P. XI -

Dialogue erween Pedrillo and his Maffer. Prepa


rations for the intended journey, 67 -

CH A P. XII.
The Author's Rfeions, - 76

B O O K II.
C H A P. I.
A Demontration that Prudery may excite the d
pleaure ofVenus, - 2
*- C H AP. II. -

A Piture, in the /yle


* f. H of
A Calot,
P. III. - 90

Dialogue between the Aunt and the Nephew, 97


CH A P. IV.
Dn Sylvio's Conjetures. He conults Pedrillo
about his eape, - IO3
C H A P. V.
A walking Party. Don Sylvio's Prudence, 1 1o
CH A P. VI.
Don Sylvio is in an exta to the Gardens
of the Fairy Radiante: the ingular miake it
occaion, with its diagreeable Conequences,
II
C H A P. VII. 3
Don Sylvio comes to himelf Converation with
Pedrillo. Addres of the latter, in order to
elude the vigilance of the pretended Fanfre
luche, - - as BO II 9
OK
F I R ST vo L UM E.

B O O K III.
C H A P. I.
The Secretfight of our Adventurers. Dipute between
them concerning a Tree, which Pedrillo mi
"'A P.
takes for a Giant, -
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I3

Memorable Adventure of the Salamander and the


Ditch, - I4 I
C H A P. III.
In which Pedrillo is very diagreeably rouzed from
bis Slumbers, - A 54
C H A P. IV.
How wonderful are the effes of Imagination! 158
C H A P. V.
In which the Hitory returns to Roalva, 168
C H A P. VI.
Breakfa? s7-.
fa? Converation. Don Sylvio's jealou, 176
Adventure with the Gipy Fortune-teller - 193
C H A P. VIII.
Weared in puruit of the Blue Butterfly, Don
Sylvio falls aep, after taking rural repay,
2O9
CH A P. IX.
The prettig Adventure of this Book, - 215
C H A P. X.
Shewing who the Ladies were that Pedrillo took for
Fairies, - 225
C H A P. XI.
One ofthe mo learned Chapters in this whole Per
formance, C H A P. -
XII. -, 234.

A Female Dialogue - 237


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T H E

A D V EN TU R ES

O F

DoN SYLVIO DE ROSALVA.

B O O K I.

C H A P I.

The Charaler gf a certain Species of 4u.


N an old ruinous catle, ituated in Va
lentia, a Province of Spain, lived ome
time ince a Lady of Quality; who, at
the time of ating her part in the enuing
tory, had already, for three core years,
cut a very mall figure in the world, un
der the name of Donna Menzia de Roalva.
Ever ince the war about the Succeion,
this Lady had given up all hope of di
tinguihing herelf by her peronal
Charms; though at that period he was
VoL. I. , B young,
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young, and not diinclined to render a
- Lover of Merit happy. She had how
ever uffered uch enible Mortifications
from the Coldnes of the Men, as had
more than once tempted her to make to
Heaven, in the aylum of a convent, the
Sacrifice of a Heart, of which the world
had hewn itelf o unworthy. . Her Pru
dence, notwithtanding, was always put
ing her in mind, that this, like every
other means uggeted by Vexation, eldom
attained its end; and in fat, would only

unih the lngratitude -
of Mankind upon
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She therefore happily thought of ano


ther expedient, which while it cot herles
trouble, was better calculated to favour
the only deign, that in her preent
ituation appeared worthy of her atten
tion. She became a Prude; determined
to avenge her offended Charms upon all
thoe Unfortunates, whom he had never
failed to confider as Clouds, that inter
cepted and diminihed her peronal Luftre.
She declared herelf the open Enemy of
Beauty and of Love; and, to mend the
matter, et up as the Protetres of all
thoe venerable Vetals, who are by Na
ture endowed with the gift of trancendent
Chatity, and whoe very apet alone was
- N - * - capable
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. Z

capable of diarming the mot reolute


Sylvan Deity.
Donna Menzia did not content herelf
with that imple Friendhip, which a very
intimate connetion, ympathy, and their
common lot had etablihed, between her
and certain Ladies of the ame dipoition,
with whom he had been brought up at
Valencia, and ucceively made an acquain
tance: They thought propertointitute a
kind of community among themelves,
which, in the polite world, correponded to
that of the Religious in the political world;
That is to ay, a tate within a tate;
whoe private interets require them to do
every hrewd turn to others that lies in
their power. Hence they acquired the
name of The Anti-Graces; as beingen
gaged, with repect to whatever is called
the Empire of Love, in as open and
implacable a war, as that of the Knights
of Malta with the Mufulmen.
To render their aemblies as ueful to
the Public, as they were agreeable to them
elves, they choe for the object of their ge
nerous cares, the progres of virtue and
goodmannersamongtheir own ex; for, ac
cording to them, the true and only ource
of all the poible evils in the world, was
the deplorable condition of thee ame
- B 2 Manners.
4 The Adventures of
Manners. They laid it down as a principle
of their morality, that it was impoible for
a fine woman to be virtuous; and upon
this principle they determined as well upon
the ations, as upon the moral value of
every peron of that ex. A woman
who pleaed, was, in their eyes, a wretched
lot creature, a pet to ociety, a veel and
intrument of Satan; a Harpy, a Hy
aena, a Syren, an Amphiboena, or any
thing wore; in proportion as he had
more or les of that dangerous Venom,
which, according to the ytem of thee
Moralits, is as mortal to Virtue, as it
is flattering to Self-love, and edutive
to the poor Men.
For more than fifteen years lat pat
had Donna Menzia made herelf formi
dable to the Beau Monde of Valencia by
the auterity of her charater, when Don
Pedro de Roalva, her brother, reolved to
quit Madrid, where he had exhauted
the remnants of an etate, mot of
which had been expended in the ervice
of the new King. He had ollicited a Pen
fion, which he could not obtain; and at
length, too late, regretted the not having
rather employed the ruins of his fortune
in repairing an old catle he enjoyed
three leagues from Xclva, and which was
the
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 5

the only patrimony left him by his fore


fathers.
His wife, whom he had lately lot, left
him a on and a daughter, whoe tender
years, as well as the care of his little houe
hold, required the direction of a woman.
Hetherefore devolved it to his iter, who
wihed for nothing more than to ex
change the humiliations he had under
gone at Valencia, for the pleaure of being
the woman of highet dillintion in a
village; a turn of mind, which, by the
way, he had evidently derived from 7u
lius Caear; who, on paing through a
poor little town in the Pyrenean moun
tains, declared to his friends, That he
had rather be the firt there, than the
econd in Rome. -

The chagrin which Don Pedro felt at


eeing his hopes frutrated, did not long
permit him to enjoy the delights and
freedom of a rural life; an advantage, in
deed, unknown to his competitors, even to
this day. He died, leaving to his on, Don
Sylvio, a genealogical table of his family,
which lot itelf in the remote times of
the Gargoris and Habides; an old catle
with three towers tottering to its fall, and
the appendage of a few farms. He left
moreover to his children the hope of
B3 ucceeding
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ucceeding to an inheritance, conifting of
old trinkets, a pair of petacles, ome
rofaries, and a large heap of books of Chi
valry and Romance, which their Aunt,
Donna Menzia, would one day or other
bequeath to themat her death.
Don Pedro died with greater atisfation,
in the thought, That he was leaving his
on, hardly ten years old, in the hands of
a Lady o age and prudent as Donna
Menzia had always appeared to hirn.
For that prodigious tock of reading
which he poeed, in Chronicles and
books of Chivalry, joined to the eloquence
wherewith he diplayed her extenive
Science; and above all her profound Eru
dition in point of Politicks, as well as in
matters of moral concern, with which he
regaled her brother at every meal, and
upon every poible occaion; all this had
given Don Pedro an opinion of the Lady's
undertanding, o much the more exalted,
as the martial life he had always led had
left him little leiure to acquire a better
hare of what the world calls, Polite Eru
dition; aving, indeed, that little, which
a treacherous memory had till preerved
to him from his tudies when at chool.

C H A P.
Don Sylvio DE-RosALvA. 7

C H A P. II.

What ort of Education Don Sylvio received


from his Aun.
ONNA M ENZIA, did not con
tradit the good opinion which her
Brother had entertained of her Abilities;
foras oonas Don Sylviohad learned enough
Latin from the Vicar of the village, to
comprehend Ovids Metamorphoes, and
when the Barber of the neighbouring
hamlet had taught him Muic ufficient
to accompany ome dozens of old bal
lads on the guittar, Donna Menzia deter
mined to take upon herelf the care of
forming the young man; and of giving
him every Perfetion, which in her Ideas,
could make him an accomplihed Cavalier.
It was rather unfortunate, that Donna
Menzia had picked up all thoe Ideas re
peting Education, in Pharamond, Clelia,
Grand Cyrus, and other books of that
tamp, which, with the Adventures of the
twelve Peers of France, and the Knights
of the Round Table, contituted the chief
part of her Library. Inthee volumes, he
conceived, were to be found all the Trea
ures of the mot ublime and ueful know
- B4 ledge;
The Adventures of
ledge; and therefore thought he could no
way better intrut her young Pupil, than
by endeavouring to inpire him with thoe
Ideas, and with that Tate, which herelf
had deduced from Sources o pure. The
happy Dipoition of young Don Sylvio
in this repet, econded her Views o
well, that before he had attained his fif
teenth year, he was at leat as learned as
his noble Aunt. At that tender age he
already poeed as extenive a Know
ledge of Hitory, Phyics, Theology, Me
taphyics, Morals, Politics, the art of War,
Antiquities, and Belles Lettres, as any of
the Heroes of Grand Cyrus could ever at
tain: He could moreover reaon with
o much Eloquence upon the mot ubtile
quetions in thoe Sciences, that the Foot
men of the family, the Vicar, School
mater, and the Barber abovementioned,
with other Perons of Ditintion who
had free acces to the houe, could never
enough admire the wonderful Talents of
our young Lord, and the infinite Sagacity
of his Aunt in giving him fuch an Edu
Calt1OIl. -

But what mot charmed her in her


Nephew was the uncommon deire which
animated him, to imitate thoe fublime
Patterns, whoe high Deeds and moral
Virtues
-

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Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 9

Virtues had tranported him with admira


tion, and to which he had o familiarized
his Imagination, that he was at length
peruaded, it would cot him no more
pains to put them in Pratice, than it had
already done to conceive the Idea of them.
Donna Menzia, for her part, nothing
doubted, but that with Inclinations o
noble, and a turn of Thought o heroic,
Don Sylvio would in time be wellenabled
to at a great part in the world; and to
equalin Glory and Happines her mot ad
mired Heroes, as he now yielded to none
of them in Beauty and peronal Accom
plihments.

C H A P. III.

s Pcogical Reflections.
T will afford much les atonihment at
eeing the Imagination of Don Sylvio
take o ingular an Impreion froin an
Education till more ingular, when we
have oberved, that among the other en
dowments he had received from Nature,
he had profuely betowed on him a very
exquiite Senibility; and, what is its imme
- B5 diate
10 : The Adventures of
diate concomitant, a trong dipoition to
Tendernes.
Young perons of this ort are gene
rally fond of all thoe Ideas, which make
a lively impreion upon the heart; which
awaken, as it were, the lumbering Pa
fons and pring up as from a lethargy, at
che lightet alarm.
If beides this it happens, that uch per
fons are brought up in a remote Soli
tude, and a rural Simplicity; in places
where they enjoy thoe natural pleaures
which the country affords, free from its la
bours, and inenible of its inconveni
ences; in this cae, the marvellous and
empaioned Ideas aume an empire over
their hearts; which is o much theftronger,
as in that ituation Fancy is ever bufied
to fill up the void, which the uniformity
offenible objets leaves in the oul. The
Imagination infenhbly blends itelf with
the Sentiment; the Marvellous with the
Natural; the Fale with the True. The
Soul, which by a blind intint works as
regularly upon chimeras as upon certain
truths, is formed by littie and little from
thee collected parts into a Whole, and be
comes accutomed to take it for truth,
on the firft glimpe of Light and Con
netion: The reaon is, becaue the Ima
- - gination
Don Sylvio de RosAvA. 1

gination is grown as familiar with chime


ras, which are its chief ingredients, as
the Senes are with thoe real objets
wherewith they are urrounded, without
once perceiving the leat change or alter
at1On. -

This was preciely the cae with the


young Man, who will be the Heroof our
Hitory. The natural Ingenuity of his
Soul rendered him incapable of upet
ing that he could be deceived. His Ima
gination therefore was impreed with
thoe chimerical Beings which the Poets
and Dealers in Romance exhibited to him,
jut in the ame manner as his Senes re
ceived the impreion which natural things
made upon them. The more agreeable
he found the Marvellous and the Super
natural, the more was he tempted to
believe them true; and epecially as
he had no doubt of things the mot incre
dible: For the Ignorant believe every
thing poible. In this manner, the po
and enchanted World dipoeed
his Brain of the True; while the Stars,
elementary Spirits, Enchanters, and Fairies,
according to His ytem, were as certainly
Pk Ut omne
Humanum Genus et avidum nimis auricularum.
- Luc Ret. *
- - B 6 the
I2 The Adventures gf
the Movers of all Nature, as Gravity, At
tration, Elaticity, electrical Fire, and
other natural Caues are, in the ytem of
a modern Philoopher. Nay, though in
Nature herelf, if oberved with a fixed
and minute attention, may be found the
uret means of defence againt the extra
vagances of Fanaticim. Yet, on the other
hand, this ame Nature eems to be the
ource of thoe very extravagances, by
reaon of the immediate impreion he
makes upon our ouls, aided by the maje
tic Spectacles which he exhibits.
That gentle tremor which eizes us on
entering a labyrinth formed in an ob
cure foret, has doubtles given place to
the univeral belief, in pat times, that
woods and forets were inhabited by the
Gods. Thoe oft Emotions, that Stupe
fation, that Idea of Expanion, and of
the Elevation of our Nature, which we
experience in a fine night, on beholding
the heavenly canopy of Stars; thee evi
dently countenanced the opinion, that this
brilliant abys of numberles inextinguih
able lamps, was the abode of immortal
Beings.
And hence very probably it aries, that
country people, (whoe continual labour
leaves them no leiure to dicriminate the
confued
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 13
confued Impreions which Nature makes
upon them, or to conceive a clear Idea of
the ubjet), are more upertitious than
others. Hence thoe corporeal Spirits,
which, in their Notion, fill up the whole
circle of creation; hence thoe uneen
Huntings in the woods; thoe Fairies,
who dance in the fields their nightly
round; Hobgoblins good and bad; and
the Night-mare, oppreive to lumbering
girls. Hence, in hort, thoe Spirits of the
Mines and Floods; with Men all-fire, and
Heaven knows how many other fantatic
Beings, of which, this clas of people can
tell you uch a variety of tales; and whoe
reality, in their etimation, is a thing o de
montrative, that you mut not venture to
doubt ordeny it, unles you mean to pas
with them for an impious or a tupid
CreatU re.

Now adding all thee circumtances to


gether, which jointly contributed to finih
the romantic Education of our young Ca
valier, we hall not perhaps think it diffi
cult to comprehend his ituation; and to
ee the little trouble it mut have coft
him to run into chemes as viionary asex
traordinary, as ever entered an unfettled
Brain, ince the Time of his countryman,
the Knight of La Mancha.
C H A P.
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c H A P. Iv.
How Don Sylvio became acquainted with
Fairies.

Nfortunately for his poor Reaon,


among the various other books that
filled a great room in the Catle, Don
Sylvio one day found out a quantity of
Faery Tales. His Father Don Pedro it
feems had been a great admirer of this
kind of literature, tho often checked on
that head by his venerable Siter, who
fharply cenured his extravagant tate for
uch trifling Stuff, as he was pleaed to
call it For as much as he eteemed
Books of Chivalry,ranging them in the
fame clas with the Chronicles, Hitories,
and accounts of Voyages and Travels;o
much did he depie all thoe trifling
pieces of witticim, which at bet are
only fit to divert children, or perhaps
to amue grown men; and are olely in
debted for a favourable reception to the
pleaing manner in which they are
Wl'1ttE11.

Don Pedro, in reply, honetly owned


that they were but trifling Stuff; and yet,
aid he, his trilling Stuff enables me to
- - - -- - - - pas
Don Sylvio De RosAI. v A. 15
pas away many an hour, that otherwie,
would be irkome to me: For the more
droll I find this Fool of an Author's
Ideas, the more I laugh at them, and that
is all I look for.
The age Donna Menzia, who, like all
whimfical folks, thought no body's re
veries rational but her own, was not fa
tisfied with the ingenuity of this reply.
However, in defiance of all he could
urge, the Arabian Nights, the Perian
Tales, Novels, and the Tales of the
Fairies, till kept peaceable poeion of
their place in the Library; and being
only titched up, for the mot part, in blue
paper, very modetly concealed themelves
behind the Repetables in Folio and
Quarto, belonging to Donna Menzia; o
that after the old Gentleman's deceae,
they were entirely forgotten.
But, in all probability, the Fairy who
intereted herelf in the fortunes of young
Don Sylvio, was determined that he
hould not fall hort of his detiny: For
the latter being one day rummaging in
the library, in order to elet ome amuing
books in the abence of his Aunt, whole
great Gravity and endles Moral Lec
tures began to weary him; there, either
by chance, or ome ecret impule of
- the
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the aforeaid Fairy, he laid his hand upon
a large parcel of Faery Tales. Full of
joy, he claped them into his pocket, and
retired into the garden with all poible
expedition, to examine his good fortune
without fear of interruption; for the firt
glance of the Title already preaged tohim
the many fine things he hould meet with
in the Contents.
The concienes with which the Tales
in quetion were written, was the princi
pal motive that induced Don Sylvio to
read them, as his Aunt had o daily
tired him with reading of dull and in
ipid Folios for hours together. But as
oon as he had run over one or two of
thee lighter Studies, nothing could equal
the pleaure they afforded him, and the
avidity of his puruit in getting through
the ret.
There is a certain Inlint in young
folks, however fimple they may be in
other repets, that tells them what they
ought to ay, or to conceal from thoe,
who are et over them: This ame Intint
uggeted to Don Sylvio by no means to
apprize his dear Aunt of the dicovery he
had made. At the ame time the re
trictions he was obliged to labor un
der on that core, only erved to render
- the
Don Sx Lvio De RosALv A. 17

the Fairy Tribe o much dearer to him;


and we have no room to doubt, but he
would nightly have purued their delight
ful Acquaintance (ifas Ta once wihed
in his prion) one could contrive to read
by the light of a Cat's eyes: For it may be
neceary to inform the reader, that the
care which Donna Menzia took of Don
Sylvio's health, joined to a certain oeconomy
in point of candles, had long ince preclu
ded our young Gentleman from the
means of enjoying his learned Vigils.
But no ooner did day appear, than
he was ready; took his volumes from un
der his bolter, run through one tale after
another, and when his whole collection
was exhauted, indefatigably began anew.
To this end, he retreated as often as po
ible into the garden, or anadjacent grove,
carrying with him his favourite pecula
tions. The vivacity with which his Ima
gination feated upon them was extraor
dinary: He did not read, but he faw,
he heard, he felt the whole. A ytem
of Nature, more beautiful and urprizing
than all he had hitherto known, eemed to
unfold itelf to his view; and that mix
ture of the Marvellous with the Sim
plicity of Nature, which charaterizes
molt
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mot illuions of this fort, was to himi
an infallible mark of their truth.
Nor was this circumtance o very diffi
cult to a mind like his, already prepared as
he had been, by the kind of life he had
always hitherto led. For ever ince the
commencement of his tudies, when initi
ated into Ovids Metamorphoes, no book
that could give him any jufter Ideas had
fallen into his hands. On the contrary, his
preent entiments were trengthened and
confirmed in him by the antion of va
rious Authors in thoe times, when the
Pythagorico-Cabalitic Philoophy was in
high repute throughout all Europe; and
thee authors it was, who, by means of
their ytematical reveries, about Planetary
and Elementary Spirits, Exorcims, Myti
cal Numbers, Talimans, and that pretend
ed widom which was to render its poe
fors maters of all Nature, had o power
fully engroed his Imagination, that even
Baboles wonderful Nuthell, and the Web
of Cloth four hundred ells long, which
the Lover of the White Cat drew out of a
grain of Millet, and then fix times toge
ther through the eye of the finet needfe,
had nothing at all in them that exceeded
his comprehenion.
Nothing
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 19
Nothing therefore now hindered him
from devoting himelf entirely to the plea
ure of tudying the Faery Tales; a pro
digious quantity of which he at length
found concealed under the old wate pa
pers, that covered the helves of his Li
brary. Thee exquiite pieces urpaedeach
other in extravagance; and yet our Hero
found in them uch a fund of amue
ment, as he would not have bartered
for all the diverions in the world.
At length, however, all his circumpec
tion could not prevent his rigid and pe
netrati g Governes from dicovering
the reaon of his frequent walks in the
grove: Accordingly, he read him a lec
ture, very learned, though at the ame
time very harh and very tireome. But all
this, as it commonly happens, erved only
to redouble Don Sylvio's precautions, and,
therefore, he took afer meaures to con
ceal from his Aunt his plans and inclina
t1OnS.

To ay the truth, Don Sylvio had al


ways feared, though he never loved the old
Lady; judge then, how coniderably this
entiment mut have gained ground, ince
the filling of his Brain with Florinas, Roettas,
Brilliantes, Critallinas, and a thouand
other imaginary Beauties per AI1
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and divine! In hort, he was now fre
quently tempted to take his good old
Aunt for a kind of Carabo; and the
tyranny of her Government became of
coure every day more and more inup
portable. - -

In vain, therefore, did Donna Menzia


tell him whatever came uppermot. In vain
were all her efforts of peruaion. Enchant
ments, Palaces of Diamonds and Rubies,
Princees enchanted, or hut upin towers,
or ubterraneous palaces; together with
thoe tender Lovers, who under the won
derous protection of a good Fairy, e
caped all the ubtletics of a bad one;
Thee, and the like; till kept in his Imagi
nation the quiet poeion they had gain
ed. Don Sylvio read nothing ele; dwelt
and meditated on no other objet: In
hort, as the Poet oberves of his favour
ite Mitres, Twas all his Thoughts by
day, and all his Dreams by night."

C H A P. V.

The/range Iyaluation f Don Sylvio. His


Love for an Ideal Princes.
N a ituation of Mind o extraordi
nary, nothing was more natural than
- iQ
Don Sy Lv1o De RosALv A. 21

to ee Don Sylvio run into the folly of


wihing for the ame adventures with
thoe in the Faery Tales; the relation of
which had afforded him o much plea
fure.
In a little while he went till further.
He endeavoured to realize the chimeras
that filled his head, and determined to
tranport himelf, far as poible, into
the Faery World. Hence it was, that he
gave names to everything about him, like
what he had met with in thoe bewitch
ing Tales. His pretty little Dog, which
was formerly called Amoret, he now
named Pimpimp, becaue the Princes M
rabella's Dog had enjoyed the ame appel
lation. He next conceived a digut for
an ah-coloured grey Cat, with white feet,
which had always been his favourite, and
ubtituted in her tead another entirely
white; which, in honour of the Prin
ces White Cat, was fondled by him with
all imaginable politenes. -

He went every morning and evening


to look at ome painted panes of a win
dow, that lay half broken to pieces in a
gallery belonging to the Catle, in hopes
offinding among them, (likePrince Hunch
back) uch paintings as might omehow de
velope to him his future fortunes; and
twenty
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twenty times a day would he run over
every hole and corner of the Catle, from
top to bottom, to ee if he could dicover
any enchanted Armour, or any Trap
Door by which he might decend into
ome enchanted Palace. He found in
deed, nothing that he ought for ; and the
bits of glas hewed him no more than
Knights armed, who, with reted lances,
had from age to age been tilting at
each other: Our Hero, however, had
learned better than to depair. He was
not yet eighteen years of age; and mot
of the Tales had informed him, that a
Prince or Knight mut be at leat
eighteen, before he undertakes Adven
TUTES.
In the mean time, therefore, he con
truted in a corner of his garden a ort
of arbour, made of verdure, which was
to reemble that Catle of Flowers, in
which the Fairy Everfair commonly choe
to retire from the importunities of her
court, in order to enjoy thoe delicious
moments he paed in the arms of her
bet-loved Shepherd. This arbour of
Don Sylvio's was contrived in the following
manner. He arranged a few beeches in or
der, proper for the purpoe; o as that the
trunks of them erved for pillars, to port
L
up
Don SyLvio De Ros AlvA. 23

port the edifice; the lowet branches


formed the flooring, and the upper ones
the ceiling. The walls of this ingular ar
bour, were of myrtles, interwoven with
rofes and honeyuckles, and behind all a
flope of green turfwas o artfully thrown
up, that the truture could hardly be
rceived:
In this Green Catle as Don Sylvio
was pleaed to call it, he had ordered one
maller arbour to be made, which to give
it more of the faery Appearance, he
decorated with the mot beautiful butter
flies he could catch, in his ramblings
through the neighbouringwood, andalong
the Banks of the Guadalaviar, a little rivu
let that ran at a mall ditance from his
garden.
Here it was that Don Sylvio often paed
a good part of the night, dwelling in fancy
upon thoe wonderful Adventures for
which he ighed, and in which he pro
poed oon to engage. Thee fantatical
Reveries inenibly lulled him to leep, and
favourable Dreams obequiouly pur
ued the Adventures, over which his
waking Meditations had o pleaingly
rambled. A beautiful Princes whom he
loved was commonly their ubjet; but,
what was extremely vexatious, he always
- found
24 The Adventures gf
found that Princes in the power of the
Fairy Fanreluche, or ome other envious
old Sorceres, who put a thouand ob
tacles in the way of his affetions. Some
times he found it neceary to fight with
dragons or flying cats; ometimes the
avenues of the catle that detained his
Princes were choaked up with thitle
tops, which, the moment he touched
them became o many giants, that di
puted the paage with maive iron clubs
in their hands. He attacked them, in
deed, as became a valiant Knight, and
{lew them by dozens at a troke: But no
ooner had he dipatched them, and
was on the point of entering the Catle
in triumph, than he beheld his dear
Princes, carried off through the chimney,
itting in a chariot, and drawn by Bats.
At another time, he finds her feated
by the bank of a rivulet, on a bed of
flowers; when, cating himelf on his
knees, he tells her the mot paionate
things, which his Princes eems to liten
to with pleaure; but, jut as he is
going to embrace her, (for the Reader,
I hope, will oberve, that Love, in a Re
verie, does not oberve all the gradations
precribed to an Arcadian Shepherd), lo!
with horror, he beholds it to have been
the
Don Sylvio De RosAiv A. 25

the coare figure of Maritornes, the Wench


that looked after the cattle. "Twas her he
had preed to his boom; receiving from
her lips, which before breathed nothing
but Netar and Ambroia, a kis that a
voured o powerfully of Cheee and Gar
lick, as might have entirely uffocated
a Man of Gallantry with digut andaver
fion.
Thee imaginary evils, chimerical as
they were, put him, however, to very
exquiite pain: He took thee dreams as
ill omens, not doubting but that he had
a powerful enemy, who tudied to ren
der him unhappy in his Love; that
Love, which he already began to feel in
an eminent degree, for the charming Un
known, whom he was bound to love by
the decrees of Fate.

C H A P. VI.

Adventure 9f the Green Frog. How Don


Sylvio came not to dicover, that the Frog
was not a Fairy.
H E Idea of having an inviible
enemy of this importance,
VoL. I. C

diturbed
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diturbed our young Hero. However,
as in all the Tales, he never met with a
Prince perecuted by Fairies or Enchan
ters, who was not, at the ame time, pro
teted by another Fairy, the flatter
ing Hope that He hould not be made
the firt exception to the general rule,
fomewhat upported his courage. And,
as in the Fairy World, no les than in
this lower Globe, it is rarely the cutom
to oblige perons, from whom we do not
expet, at leat, as great ervices as thoe
we offer them: Upon this ame prin
ciple, Don Sylvio wihed for nothing o
ardently, as to find an opportunity of ob
liging one of thoe generous Fairies.
On walking, therefore, one day in his
garden, by the ide of a ditch, he aw
on the other ide a Cock-Stork (though
other accounts, without ufficient founda
tion, for certain- reaons, ay, it was a
Hen-Stork) ready to wallow a pretty
little green Frog, which was kipping
about the gras, and croaking in a very
audible manner.
Don Sylvio, from the emotion of his
generous and compaionate heart, could
not have failed to come in to the aitance
ofthe poor Frog. But the Idea that po
fibly it might be a Fairy, nay perhaps, that
- very
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 27

very identical Frog, which had rendered


fuch ingular ervices to the Princes Mu
fetta and her mother; this intantly gave
him wings; accordingly he prung acros
the ditch, and, taff in hand, made at
this worn foe to Frogs, jut at the mo
ment he was about to wallow the inno
cent Choriter. The Stork abandoned his
prey, and fled, while the little animal
leaped into the ditch, without giving it
felf any concern to inquire the author of
its afety from uch impending ruin.
Don Sylvio topped at the ditch ide for
a while, to ee if his Frog, would not
re-appear in the hape of a beautiful
Nymph, or at leat with a garland of roes
upon its head, to requite him for the im
portant ervices he had rendered it. There
he waited for more than half an hour;
but, to his great atonihment, neither
Nymph nor Frog made its appearance.
This unlucky circumtance embaraed
him not a little: He could not compre
hend an at of ingratitude o uncommon
among Fairies. If, aid he to himelf, it
had been the little ugly Magoline, old
Ragotta, or the Fairy Cucumber, a ervice
of this nature, might, at leat, have de
manded ome acknowledgement from
her:" But oon after, recollecting himelf:
C2 It
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It is not impoible, (aid he,) but that
he may at preent be incapable of appear
ing before me in her own proper hape:
Nay, probably, there may be other rea
ons determining her to defer her grati
tude till ome future occaion, on which
he may afford me more eential ervices.
In hort, after having well conidered
the matter, this conjeture appeared to
him o plauible, and, at the ame time
uited o well his chimerical wihes, that
he returned perfectly atisfied to his
Green Catle;" not allowing himelf a
moment's doubt, but that his late Adven
ture would oon produce a coniderable
change in his detiny.
Some of our readers may poibly be
urprized, to think how Don Sylvio could
be o illy, as not to draw from the event
a very contrary concluion, which natu
rally preented itelf; namely, that the
Green Frog was not a Fairy. But, with
their permiion, we would oberve that
they have not perhaps, ufficiently weighed
either the force of prejudices, or their
own experience. Nothing is more com
mon among mankind, than this pecies
of fale reaonings; Paion and Prejudice
never adopt any other.
An
Don SY Lv 1o DE RosAlv A. 29

An old Fool, who fancies he has pur


chaed by his profue preents, the fide
lity of his Mitres, attributes the park
ling eye, and glowing cheek, with which
he receives him, to her joy at his com
ing; never refleting how much more
conitent it would be, to place them to
the account of ome younger Inamorato,
who, hut up all the while in a private
corner, is laughing at the old Dotard's
Credulity and importance.
An Indian buys Amulets* of his Bonz,
to cure all orts of dieaes; this ame In
dian falls fick, and his Amulets leave him
jut where he was: What does he con
clude from thence ?That thee Charms
have not the power to cure him, or that
the Bonz is an impotor ? No, by no
means. All that he concludes is, that he
has not hewn Devotion enough to the
Idol, whoe image he wears at his neck;
or that he has not been ufficiently liberal
in his alms to the Bonz.
No people think themelves of greater
conequence than thoe, of whom the reft
of the world think nothing at all. It might
therefore be very unreaonable to wih,
* A ort of Medical Charm, hung upon orr
part of the body.
A Chinee or Japone Priet.
C Z that
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that uch perons would attribute our con
tempt of them, and which they readily up
poe is the effect of envy, to a far more
natural caue; viz. that it is impoible
for another to have that partiality in our
own favour, which we are oapt to enter
tain for ourelves.
One might quote a variety of Examples
in proof of the fat abovementioned:
It does not, indeed, Ieen the follies of
Don Sio; but it may uffice to ay in
excue for him, that his mode of rea
foning is not at all more aburd, than
that of many other very good kind of
people.

C H A P. VII.

Don Sylvio find the Portrait of his dar


ideal Princ in an almgt miraculous
772072767. -

FEW days after the Adventure of


the Green Frog, Don Sylvio took a
walk in the grove by break of day, in
fearch of Butterflies, as he till wanted
a few more to complete the decoration of
his Arbour.
He
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 31

He had already gone above three miles


from his Catle, when he beheld a Butter
fy of ingular beauty, perched upon a
-flower, at a few paces ditance from him.
Its wings were of a ky blue, edged with
purple, and hining like gold in the un.
Don Sylvio thought to have catched it,
but the volatile little creature got from
under his ftraw hat, and hid itelf among
ome of the thicket buhes.
Oh, but, cried Don Sylvio, Thou
fhalt till be mine, tho I were to pur
ue thee even to the ubterraneous re
gions of King Mutton, where it rains
Mince-Pies, and roated Partridges grow
upon everytree. -

The Butterfly, proud of the advantage


its wings had afforded, eemed deter
mined to pare him o long a journey,
and had carce diappeared, when Don
Sylvio again dicovered it itting upon a
roemary-branch, a little way before him.
Again, he trove to catch it; but again,
as before, the blue Charmer eemed to
laugh at him; ometimes flying about in
little circles round him; now reting itelf
for a moment; and then, jut as he was
laying his hand upon it, darting away to
ome new place of afety.
C4 This
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This puruit, in hort, continued olong,
that at length Don Sylvio perceived he had
wandered into apartofthe country hitherto
wholly unknown to him. At firt, he
repented his having o deeply engaged
himelf for the ake of a poor Butter
fy; but, ince the matter had gone o
far, he was determined, not to betow thus
much labour in vain; and therefore in
defatigably continued the chace, till hap
pily he had the good luck to eize the
little vitim, which had cot him more
pains than ever Prude cot her Lover,
ince the Species exited.
His joy was great beyond meaure;
indeed one hould hardly meet with a But
terfly of more extraordinary beauty. Long
and eagerly did he contemplate his little
Captive, with a pleaure proportioned to
the trouble it had given him in the chace;
when, lo!jut as he was about to encloeit
in a mallcage, which he had brought with
him for the purpoe; it eemed to him as
if his beautiful Prioner looked upon him
with an air of upplication, and cowering
wings:In hort, at length, (o fertile
was his Imagination) he even fancied he
could hear his Butterfly ending forth as
audible a figh as ever hot from the boom
of any of its Tribe.
There
"-
Don SYLv1o DE RosALv A. 33
There needed no more to throw Don
Sylvi into his uual train of Viionary
Ideas. It appeared to him not at all im
probable, that this Butterfly might, at
leat, be ome Fairy, or enchanted Prin
ces: And urely, (aid he) if the Prin
ces Burzelina was changed into a Gras
hopper, why may not another be o
changed, in form of a Butterfly ?
From that intant therefore, he deter
mined to retore to his charming captive
that liberty, which he eemed to uppli
cate with uch pathetic importunity.
The Butterfly, thus et free, took flight
again with all imaginable atisfaction; fol
lowed by Don Sylvio, in the keenet ex
petation of ome notable event; when,
as good luck would have it, he perceived
ornething in his career, lying upon the
gras, a few teps before him, which en
tirely engroed his attention: He took
it up; and what hould it be, but an ele
gant ort of trinket, et round with large
brilliants, and fatened to a tring of the
finet pearls. Don Sylvio turned it about
on all ides; but how great was his
atonihment, when, on putting his finger
by chance upon a pring which he had
not before oberved, a large Turquoie
lipped from the middle, and diplayed to
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him a miniature Piture, in ename,
highly finihed, repreenting a Shepherd
es of uncommon beauty!
The Spectacle before him truck our
Heromotionles for ome minutes: He
was in doubt whether or no to believe his
eyes: He examined, turned and handled
the Portrait again and again, to be con
vinced if it was anything more than
Imagination. But the more he contem
plated, the more was he peruaded, it
could be no other than the picture of a
Goddes, or at leat, of the mot beauti
ful Mortal, that the world ever did, or
ever will produce. -

Our fair Readers will the mre readily


pardon Don Sylvio his too precipitate
judgment, when they conider with their
uual candour, the ituation of this young
man ; that he had been brought up by
an Aunt (who for reaons well known
aw but little of the world) in o cloe a
retirement, that, excepting this dear Aunt,
and her Chambermaid, the widow of orie
Signior Ecudero, (who, though fifty years
old, would never own more than thirty
five), together with fat Martyrnes, and
the Peaants wives in the village; except
ing thee, he had never een any that
could properly be called The Fair Sex.
For
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 35
For his Siter, who was truly a pretty
little girl, had been carried off, when
fhe was but five years old; and it was
ftrongly upected that a Gipey woman,
who had been een lurking about the
Catle at that period, had tolen her away.
It was very natural, therefore, to up
poe that Don Sylvio mut have been ex
ceedingly mitten with the beauty of this
fair Shepherdes, who, in comparion with
the other figures, to which his eyes were
necearily accutomed, appeared to him
in the ame light, that Latona appeared to
the inhabitants of Delos, when they came
croaking around her, transformed into
Frogs. In hort, it eemed impoible to
Don Sylvio, that Gratioa, Belbella, the
Mymph 9f the Golden Locks, or Venus her
felf could ever have been fo handome ;
accordingly he became o enamoured of
this Portrait, from the firt moment he
faw it, as never Knight-errant or Arca
dian Shepherd had been before, with his
Dulcinea, or Amaryllis.
Atlength,allinan extayheexclaimed,
at length I have found her! Her, whom
I have everywhere ought for, with o
much defire, and o high expetations!
Her, whom I am detined to love ; her,
in hort, by whom, unles a too pre
C6 umptuous
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umptuous Hope deludes me, my happy
detiny is fixed, to be rendered by her
love equal in felicity to the Gods! O
mot kind Fairy, who taket charge of
me; to thee alone I owe this urprizing
and unexpected fortune. What other
than thou could have placed this Divine
Portrait in my path, amidt this lonely
deart, where, perhaps, never human
foottep was found before. O! accom
plih thy bleings; hew me thyelf:
and, while protrate at thy feet, give me to
know where I may trace out her, whoe
piture alone uffices to kindle in my
heart an inextinguihable love: For
here, by every God propitious to love
I wear, that never hall quiet leep, eal
up my eye-lids till I have found her out,
though it were ditant as the lake gf
Quickilver, or in the midt of Monters
attendant on the Fairy Leana; nay,
though it lay in the circle of Saturn;
or even in that great Flaggon of Ro
alis which Fairies themelves make
ue of. - -

Thus having aid, he ware:


The Sylvan Train all heard him, while
the Nymphs and Faries round
Heigh
S
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 37
Heigh day! and in Heroicks too!
what an epidemical fever is this fame en
thuiam ! The enraptured apotrophe of
Signior Don Sylvio urprized us before we
were aware; and if Apollo had not twitch
ed us gently by the ear in time, our poor
Readers were in danger of utaining a
deluge of Vere, before we had once
upected that our brain was touched.
Here then let us ret awhile, leaving our
blood time to flow more cooly, and in
common proe, before we purue the
thread of this true Hitory.

C H A P. VIII.

The Authors Reflections, with thge gf Don


Sylvio.
c Q OM E think to pick Truffles, and
get nothing but Turneps," aid the
fententious Sancho to his Mater, on a cer
tain occaion. Nothing, indeed, happens
more frequently, than to eek one thing
and find another. Saul went in fearch of
his Father's Aes, and found a Crown:
Don Sylvio hunted Butterflies, and found
a beautiful Girl, or at leat her Piture.
Being
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Being therefore, in the highet degree
enamoured with the Portrait, his only care
was how to get at the Original: For,
though he certainly knew the features of
his Well-beloved, till he remained ig
norant, who he was, and where to find
her. -

It is eay to conceive what a commonman


would have done in Don Sylvio's fituation;
but this was no concern of his. Our Hero
neither did, nor thought anything like
other men. Thoe Ideas which would firt
and mot naturally have oceurred to every
other man, were what he either very cau
tiouly adopted, or never admitted at all :
So that whenever any fingular accidest
befel him, he intantly aigned to it uch
a caue, as, according to the coure of
Nature, was of all others the mot -im
probable.
Might not this Portrait or Miniature be
a mere fancy-painting ? or was it not
poible it might repreent a peron long
fince dead ? and of coure, was it not
Hkely that Don Sylvio might be in Prince
Seyfel-Moluks ituation, who according to
the Peran Tales, fell in love with a mi
tres of King Solomons about two thouand
years too late ?
But
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 39
But thee were a ort of Ideas that never
entered the head of our Hero. The more
he thought of his mornings expedition,
the more did every circumtance convince
him, that this was the commencement of
fome Adventure as extraordinary, as ever
Prince or Knight yet met with.
But what tep was he now to take ?
where hall he feek his beautiful Shep
herdes, or of whom hall he inquire about
her ? The blue Butterfly, who was mot
likely to have informed him, had diap
peared ; not to fay, that it might have
been too hazardous to have purued his
way at all adventures, in the midt of a
foreft, where ome one of his inviible
Enemies, whoe malice he already expe
rienced in his Imagination, by o many
proofs, might as probably milead him
into ome unhucky path, as his better
fortune could point out to him the afe
and good.
After many refletionstherefore, which
were often interrupted, by the contem
plation of the fair Portrait in his hand;
Don Sylvio judged it the afet method,
to reft a-while, and ee whether the Blue
Butterfly would not pay him another viit
with more certain intelligence of his
Princes: For it was already decided #S
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his own mind, that the little volatile was
a Fairy; and as, by thus introducing him
to the Picture in quetion, he had now
begun to demontrate her gratitude for
the liberty he had granted her, he had no
doubt but that he would continue to hew
him the happy effects of her favour.
Pimpimp, his little Dog, who, except
fpeaking, no way yielded in Gentility or
Undertanding, either to Princes Mira
bella's Spaniel, or little Toutou, was now
in earch for his Mater through the
Wood, and great was the joy on both ides,
when at lat he found him.
- Don Sylvio it eems, had jut recollet
ed, that it was now almot noon; he was
therefore, very glad to have picked up a
guide, that could condut him home, and
extricate him from the wood, into which
he had never before advanced o far. His
dinner too, became a material conidera
tion; forall enchantedas he was, andas Lo
vers are and may be to the end of time, it is
nevertheles indiputable, (as a celebrated
Writer oberves) that the mode of living
wholeyears without meatand drink, and of
feeding entirely upon Love, is now a days
o altered, that even the mot ublime and
animated Lover, is pretty much in the -
ame cae with a profeed Epicurean;
a change,
Don SYLvio De RosALvA. 4I

a change, however, which according to


our mall judgement, we cannot diap
prove, and the rather, as we are per
uaded, that the Fair-Sex are likely to
loe nothing by the event.
At length, Don Sylvio reached the
houe, with his treaure, that Chance had
betowed upon him, in his hand; and
which, in the coure of his walk, he had
fo diligently contemplated, that at every
tep he took, he either tumbled, or hit
his head againt ome tree or other.
His Adventure afforded him much
food for Reflection, by the way, and gave
birth to the mot unaccountable Ideas:
He imagined it very probable for the
Portrait in quetion, to be that of the
Fairy herelf, who had appeared to him
in the hape of a blue Butterfly. Po
ibly, aid he(nor is it the firt time,
that a Mortal has received uch an ho
nour) poibly, he herelf may love
me; and hence, may have determined
to try what impreion her real figure
would make upon me.
This was an Idea o flattering, that he
dwelt upon it with pleaure a good while:
At length, however, it necearily gave
place to others, which lated him till he
got home. In fine, the Blue Bei
- an
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and the fair Shepherdes, led his Imagi
nation o extraordinary a dance, as to ar
ue no aburdity in thoe, who hould
j look for it, to produce effects of a
very ingular nature.
To conider the follies of our young
Cavalier, (follies which, by the way, al
ways increae the further they proceed),
one would hardly uppoe that the un
fettled tate of his brain hould remain a
ecret to his Aunt; nor, indeed, could
it have ecaped her penetration, had the
Lady herelf had leiure to oberve his
condition. But, not to mention, that
the youth was now eventeen years old,
and, therefore, did not o much feem to
require her cloe attention ;his Aunt
had for everal weeks pat been otherwie
engaged, in a certain afair, which obliged
her to be frequently abfent from home,
on viits to a little neighbouring town.
This affair mut evidently have been
of no mall conequence to her, for when
ever he returned from the cene of her
engagements, an unuual penfivenes and
perturbation at viibly on her counte
nance. Houhold matters o eidom
engroed her concern; he talked o
much to herfelf, and o little to others;
and in giving orders to the dometics, o
often
Don Sylvro DE RosALv A. 43

often mitook one thing for another, that


all the family, except her Nephew were
ftruck with the alteration.
It will readily be uppoed, that a va
riety of conjetures were paed, repect
ing the caues of this great change. But
the circumpetion of Donna Menzia, and
the dicretion of Mrs. Beatrice, were o
well managed, that the whole remained
a mytery. There, accordingly, we hall
leave it for the preent, till Time, which at
length dicovers all, hall have brought it
to that tate of maturity, in which ecrets
of this kind naturally betray themelves.

C H A P. IX.

Sequel of the Adventure with the Butterfly.


The Reader is introduced to a new ac
quaintance.
- H E faithful Pimpimp had o good
a cent, as to get home jut as the
family were itting down to dinner." A
profound ilence reigned at the table, and
Don Sylvio, as will eaily be conceived,
was not at all dipoed to interrupt it: He
was too deeply aborbed in his private
Meditations,
44 The Adventures of
Meditations, to perceive how much his
dear Aunt was enveloped in her own. As
little did he oberve, that his Aunt was
dreed uncommonly fine, and every now
and thenprimmed and adjuted herelfat
the looking-glas that hung before her;
though the cene appeared o highly di
verting to Pedrillo, who waited at table,
that to prevent his burting out, into a
downright Hore-laugh, he was forced to
bite bis lips. -

The cloth being taken away, Donna


Menzia announced to her Nephew, that
he was obliged to go to town upon bui
nes, and hould not return till next day.
Don Sylvio undertood matters too well,
tohew the leat curioity before his Aunt,
concerning the nature of her buines; but
it really cot him nothing; for, he had
no curioity at all about it. Accordingl
they parted, to the mutual atisfation of
both, and the moment he had got out of
fight, our young Spark left the houe,
without acquainting any of the family
where he was going.
As it was cutomary with him to take
an afternoon's nap* in his Green
* The Original is La Siea; a Sani Term,
to fignify the time for Sleeping in the hade in
warm climates, during the heat of the day.
Catle,
Don Sy Lv1o DE RosALv A. 45
Catle nobody perceived his abence till
near upper time; and then they went in
fearch of him about the houe, in the
garden, fields, and woods, but all in
vain. Every now and then they called
him by his name, but no Don Sylvio ap
peared.
The whole family, during the abence
of Donna Menzia, and Mrs. Beatrice, her
faithful Chambermaid, conited of the
abovementioned Pedrillo, a young lad of
the village, who was kept to wait upon
Don Sylvio; together with the Cookmaid,
a Groom, and the fair Maritornes of whom
we have already poken. Thee four good
folks were in no mall tribulation, at
being unable to learn what was become
of their young Mater, for they all alike
loved him, on account of his weetnes
of temper and affability. After having
ought for him therefore, a great while by
moon-light, they returned home, and
went to bed, concluding as they could
not find him, that he might poibly be
gone to join his Aunt, at the little village
he went to, which was only about fix
or eight miles diftant from the Catle.
Pedrillo, who had often accompanied
his Mater, and was not ignorant of his
Paion for faery Notions, was the only
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one that doubted upon the ubjet. But,
after deliberating a while, it came into
his head, that poibly ome Adventure
or other, in his uual walk, might have
led him upon a ramble among the woods.
Accordingly, he got up next morning by
day break, and hunted after him in every
cope and hady pot, but with as little
fucces as the night before; when, jut as
he was about to return home, he di
covered a grotto dug in a rock, covered
over with honey-uckles; at the front of
which tood a double row of laurels,
planted round about the rock, in a circu
lar form.
Now though Pedrillo had all the air of
a impleton, he was by no means deftitute
of undertanding; nor, indeed, was his
reading in books of Chivalry and Faery
Tales much inferior to that of Don
Sylvio; no ooner, therefore, had he
reached fight of the place, than he con
jectured from its romantic appearance,
that, very probably, he might find his
Malter there: His conjeture for once
was right; for on entering the grotto, he
beheld him lying in a profound lumber,
upon a bed of mos and flowers: Little
Fimpimp lept at his feet; his Guittar lay
beidc
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 47
beide him, and the portrait of his fair
Shepherdes was hanging at his neck.
Pedrillo, who had never een the picture
before, was dazzled with the lutre of the
precious tones and pearls, that parkled
on all ides of it; and though, he hardly
knew anything ofjewels, thee appeared
to him of more value than a dozen fuch
villages as his own. Long therefore, and
earnetly did he conider it, without re
garding the portrait, and tood at a los
to comprehend where Don Sylvio could
have picked up o precious a trinket. At
length, his curioity became o eager, that
he could carce help venturing towake his
mater: However, he did not ; for tho'
a poor country lad, and the on of a Pea
ant, Pedrillo had more politenes than
any of his rank in Andaluia. The only
expedient left him, was to take up his
Mater's Guittar, which he thrummed as
loud as he poibly could, and accom
panied with his voice; but all to no man
ner of purpoe.
At length, in a violent pet, he cried
out, Gadzooks! This mut be out of
Nature; 'Tis either all enchantment, or
I am the greatet Fool in the world.
Nay, who knows but the Charm may
all lie in this Gewgaw; could I beb
- UIC
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ure of that: Let me feeTwere
beft to tear it from his neck; or, if not,
break it to pieces where it is. Surely,
this would be better than to let my
young Mater leep here, like a Dor
moue, for a thouand years together!
So aying, he determined to eize the
Trinket, but as ill luck would have it,
the tring omehow rubbed againt Don
Sylvios neck o hard, that it waked him;
The young Gentleman was, at firt, too
drowy to be able to open his eyes; and
this o prevented his knowing who it was
that diturbed him, that in the butle, he
took Pedrillo for omebody that wanted
to rob him of his beloved Shepherdes.
Our Hero accordingly flew into a vio
lent rage, at o heinous an attempt. O
cured Enchantres, (he exclaimed) is
it not enough to have deprived this in
nocent Princes of her divine Beauty,
and to have changed her into a wretched
Butterfly ?Would't thou alo wret
from me the only thing that can ren
der life upportable under the burthen
of my digrace? But know, that before
I reign this acred pledge, ooner halt
thou tear from my boom that heart
on which her image is engraven in,
charaters of the puret flames,
& For
Don Sy Lv1o DE RosALv A. 49

For Heaven's ake! (cried Pedrillo in


amazement, and retreating to the entrance
of the Grotto) what do you mean, Sir,
by thee extravagant peeches?I am
neither Enchanter, nor Necromancer,
God help me! I am your Servant Pe
drillo, Sir; born of as right old Chri
tians as any one in the parih*: And
orry I am, after having ought for
you, in every corner of the globe, to
find you in this cured Grotto, and in
a perilous condition. What are you
talking about Enchanters, and Butter
flies turned into Princees ? Heaven
knows, I looked for no good from the
firt, when I aw you leeping here."
And art thou Pedrillo ? anwered
Don Sylvio, rubbing his eyes. If thou
art Pedrilloas in truth thy appearance
leads me to believe,*Tis well. The
reproaches I threw at thee, regard thee
not; for I took thee for ome other
peron. But what did you want with
kais Piture ?"

* We are told, that there is not a Peaant in


Spain, without a roll of his pedigree: Everyone
can hew, that he is decended in a right line
from the old Gothick Chritians, who aited their
King Pelagius in expelling the Infidei-Moors.
VoL. I. D With
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Withwhat Piture? demanded Pedrillo.
** O thou Villain / exclaimed Don
Sylvio, I tell thee, the Picture, which
thou wat on the point of tealing from
me, had not an inviible hand awakened.
me to prevent o dire a diater.
Bles my Soul, Don Sylvio, replied
Pedrillo, Methinks, you are either dream
ing, or ome thing wore! We were
hunting after you all yeterday even
ing, (God help us!) till the hour that
Spirits walk; but all in vain: To-day,.
early in the morning, I have been
courfing through the woods, and run
ning into every buh and covert; at
length I found you aleep in this cave:
Here I aw that bauble, and finding
that you lept too oundly, I fancied
it might be from the effect of ome
Tellfman *, that had buried you in this
everlating Slumber, till ome body or
other hould break the Telnan to
pieces; as I have found many examples
of that kind in the large thick Books,
that lay in our mot gracious Mitres
Donna Menzias Library. Now, becaue
I love you, and becaue you put me in
* A Tellfman; a magical Configuration or Image,
made under ome celetial Sign; which waspretend
edtobeendowed with a virtue of working Miracles,
uch as curing Dieaes, preerving from hurt, Ese.
fear,
Don SYLv1o DE RosALv A. 51

fear, that poibly you might in Demo


nion's Cae, who was one day enchanted
by the Goddes Dinah, and laid aleep
for a hundred years together, that he
might have the pleaure of kiing him
as much as he liked.Oh the old
amorous Sorceres! But you know
the Story, Sir; I found it in an old
book, which I purchaed out of my
grandmother's allowance for thirty
Maravedis, though it was unbound,
and without a title; there were a vat
many painted figures in it, that pleaed
me mightily, when I was a little boy:
and then my Grandmother would read
me the tories by the ide of thoe Pic
tures; O the good old woman: "Tis
jut as if I aw her now before me :
God have mercy on her!But what
was I aying?Oh!and o you
fee, becaue you made me very uneay,
as I aid before, and was to lay leep
ing o long a time, I was a-going to
break the Tellfman;Now Sir, do ye
ee, this is the whole tory; o that I
don't think you had reaon to fall into a
paion with me, as you have done.
Whatever Inclination Don Sylvio might
have had to be angry, he could not help
- A Maravedis is a little San? coin. ".

D 2 laughing,
52 The Adventures of
laughing, to hear Pedrillo ramble in this
manner. Well, hold thy tongue Pe
drillo, aid he, 'Tis enough that thou
hadt no ill intention ; but I aure thee,
thou wat upon the point of doing me
a very hrewd turn. It is but too
true, that I am enchanted by what
thou callet a Teilman; but rather
would I loe my Life, than permit any
one to break the charm. I have this
night learnt Things of high Impor
tance; but ak me not what they are:
Thou halt know more in due time,
for I have need of thy ervices. I can
not tell thee more at preent.
Pedrillo could not comprehend ayllable
of this dicoure, which only erved to
inflame his curioity the more. Sir."
faid he, as they walked home, I will
ak you no quetions. You have for
bid me, and I know very well the re
pet I owe you;For, in the firt
place, you are my Lord, becaue I am
of your own village; and in the next
place, you are my Mater, ince I am
your Waiting-man, and I eat your
bread; for although Madam Menzia
governs the whole houe, know pretty
well, who pays the reckoning.Ah,
Sir," continued he, Simple as you
may think me; yet, I know what's
- " . . what,
Don Sx Lv1o DE RosAlvA. 53
what, I promie you; you may take
my word for it. I hall, therefore,
neither be curious nor ak quetions,
how important oever the matters may
be which I am not to enquire after;
for why, Sir, you cannot tell me them
yet, though you are reolved I hall
know 'em, at a proper time. I think
you aid o, Sir ?And yet one thing
is vatly odd: Methinks, I myelf am
almot as much enchanted as you are;
for formerly I could undertand every
thing you aid; but ever ince I have
touched that Telliman, 'tis as if you
poke nothing but Hebrew. Let me
die, if I have undertood a ingle word
of all we have been talking about. I
have often heard ay, that knowing a
vat deal, only gives one the head-ach;
but if one did but know where you
had paed lat night, when we were
hunting for you all the world over, one
might then, perhaps, be able to gues
a little.But I ay no more. You
might poibly uppoe I was inquiitive
and wanted to ak quetions; but cu
rioity is not among my failings: What
ever does not touch me can't diturb
me. For example, if I was inquiitive,
I might have wanted to know why my
D3 Lady
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Lady went to town o often for this
week pat;for, between you and I,
Sir, though I ay it, and hould not,
I can aure you I am not indifferent
to Mrs. Beatrice, whatever you may
think. Oh, marry-go-to, 'tis a fly
Gipey, that ame Madam Beatrice !
though the Roary* at her girdle is as
big as an old Hermits, and to ee her
walk, you'd think he was treading
upon eggs. Still Waters are generally
the deepet, and they are not all Cooks
that wear long Knives. However, one
word's as good as a thouand. You
mut know, Sir, I was going by her
chamber yeterday, and the moment
he aw 'twas me, (for the door tood
half open) he called to me to cofhein
and pin her handkerchief; but, I can't
tell how it was, intead of fixing it to
her back, I did jut the contrary. In
hort, I could no way manage it at all.
Upon this he aid nothing, but laugh'd
at my aukwardnes; and, Heavens for
give me, I hould have tood there till
now, if my Lady had not rung the
* A Roary is compoed of various rows of
Beads, and is ued by Roman Catholics, to keep
account of their Ave Mary's, Pater noters, and
other devotions, as they repeat them.
** bell.
Don SY Lv1o DE RosALv A. 55

bell. The firt time he rung, we


heard nothing of it, I was o buy;
but he oon returned to the charge,
and gave uch a peal, that Mrs. Bea
trice told me, I mut go to her, Pe
drillo, or my Lady will cole me: Had
I known, aid he, that you was o
aukward, I certain hould not have
call'd you; for you ee how long you
have been, and now, at lat, I muft
faten it on myelf. Upon faying
which, away he went;But, pray
Sir, what was it I was going to tell
you ; oh, it was about, I might have
wihed to know why my Lady went o
often to town, and who he went to,
and all how and about it ; but, as I
aid before, the handkerchief put it alk
out of my head. You ee then I am
not curious, not I; for Mrs. Beatrice
was in o good a humour, that I be
lieve he would have told me every
thing.
In this manner did Pedrillo continue
chattering, all the way he came, while
Don Sylvio gave not the leat heed to any
thing he aid, o deeply was he engaged
in his own wild Meditations. But fcarce
had they reached home when his Stomach
put our Hero in mind, that he had eaten
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nothing forthe lat four-and-twenty hours.
For, as we have before oberved, the
Stomach is above all Enchantment. He
therefore ordered his breakfat to be got
ready, coniting of an Omelet , and ome
Chickens fricafeed, which he dipatched
with o good a grace, as revived Pedrillos
finking pirits, and gave him a better opi
nion of his Maters Intellets; far better
than he had entertained of them, while
he run on o trangely about Transfor
mations, Princees, and enchanted But
terflies.

C H A. P. X.

In which Fairies, Salamanders, Princees,


and Green Dway/s, make their appearance.
S oon as the heat of the day was
over, Don Sylvio retreated into the
garden, accompanied by his faithful Pe
drillo, and eated himelf in a bower com
poed of Jeamines, which was the ha
diet pot he could find. There, after
A ort ofPancakes made of Eggs; a common .
Dih in Spain. -

having
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 57
having tritly enjoined Pedrillo not to
interrupt him, as was o commonly the
cae, he related to him in the mot cir
cumtantial manner everything that had
happened to himelf from the Adventure
of the Green Frog, to the moment in
which Pedrillo found him leeping in the
grotto.
We hall pas over in ilence all that
our Readers have been already informed
of, and only take up the narration from
the period of his elopement, which had
given o much uneaines to his dometics.
As oon as my Aunt was gone Conti
nued he) I returned to the grove, to look
for the place where the Blue Butterfly had
diappeared; and where in her tead, he
had left me this Portrait, on which at
preent all the happines, or miery of
my life depends. I took little Pimpimp
with me, in hopes that, being prompted
by Intinct, he might better re condut
me into the road we had taken together,
and which I could not very well recollet.
Nor was I deceived; I found out the
ame pot; and, after very carefully run
ning over and earching it, in hopes of
meeting with omething that might any
way inform me whem the Portrait be
longed to; I reumed my coure through
D5 - the
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the wood, to ee if'twere poible to trace
out the Blue Butterfly, who, ince the
Adventure of the Portrait, no longer ap
peared to me to be of any ordinary
pecies. If it be a Fairy, (aid 1 to my
elf) as I have good reaon to believe,
perchance, he may be touched with
the follicitude in which he beholds me;
nay, perhaps too he may render her
elf viible to thee eyes, in order to
give me that neceary intelligence,
without which I know not how to
live. - - -

I accordingly made a general earch


through all the wood; I found Butter
flies enow, but no Blue Butterfly.-
The night was already far advanced,
and Pimpimp o tired, that he could
get no further; nor was I much les
o; when luckily I dicovered that
grotto where you found me, and re
olved to pas the night in it, I threw
up a bed for myelf and Pimpimp went
afleep by my fide, while I lay awake,
muing upon my preentituation.
The moon-light at length hone o very
fine, that it induced me to get out,
and take a Jittle turn in the alley that
tood before the grotto. - -

-
Don Sx Lv1o DE RosALv A. (59

I had not been long walking, when


all on a udden, I was truck with a
burt of light, that intantly eemed to
gild the trees and buhes on all fides. I
looked up very attentively at this phe
nomenon, which appeared to be a
globe of fire, and to move in a higher
phere than the Moon itelf. At length
it inenibly decended toward the
place where I tood. You cannot
conceive, Pedrillo, the joy which this
apparition gave me.
Joy, Sir! exclaimed Pedrillo,
Joy! why one would really uppoe
you were not made like other people.
I myelf, Sir, for example, hould have
died with terror, at eeing fuch a
globe ; and you, even rejoice at it!"
Now, did not I tell you, that I
would not be interrupted? replied Don
Sylvio ; I tell you again, I was re
joiced; and had good reaon o to be;
for well I knew it was a Faery, and
my Heart ufficiently uggeted to me
that it was the ame I ought. My ex
pectations were not deceived: The
Globe of Fire, which continually in
creaed in ize as it came nearer, burft
at length with a prodigious noie, a
little over my head; and intead of it,
- D 6 I be
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I beheld a Lady of wonderful beauty
feated on a chariot made of Carbuncles,
drawn by two winged Serpents of a
flame colour: Around her fluttered
upon a thin Silver Cloud, a multitude
of Salamanders, in the hape of little
Boys, winged, and of a upernatural
beauty. Their hair appeared like T
tan's curling beanns; their wings were
flames; their bodies whiter than the
now in unhine ; their foreheads and
cheeks more radiant than the plendors
of Aurora. The luftre of the Fairy
herelf, however effaced the whole;
"Twas, in hort, o dazzling, that I
mut have lot my fight, had not the
gentle Fairy taken the precaution of
touching me with her wand.
Don Sylvio, he began, I am the
Fairy Radiante, whoe Life thou didt
preerve in the day when thou be
heldet me, under the hape of a little
Green Frog; that Life, on which,
(however depicable it might then ap
pear) depended the glories wherein
thou now urvey't me. Thou know't
that in every hundred years, we are
neceitated to aume, for the pace of
eight days together, the figure of ome
bird or other animal; and that during
- - this
Don Sy Lvio DE RosALv A. 61

this period, we loe the exercie of all


our powers, and are expoed to all
thoe accidents which await the ani
mal nature. The eight days in which
I was neceitated to be a Green
Frog, were within a few hours of
being elaped, when the pleaure of
beholding myelf again in my natural
hape made me neglet the precaution
of keeping within the ditch; and thus
I expoed myelf to the danger which,
without thy generous aitance, mut
have cot me my life. The terror
which I felt, on being jut in the
Storks beak, hindered my thanking
thee immediately for my deliverance;
and as in a few hours after I reumed
my uual hape, I could not help giving
my firt moments to the affairs of
the Salamanders, whoe Queen I am.
So oon, however, as I had any time
to think of my own private concerns,
I recalled to mind my high obliga
tions to thee; and have ince thought
of little ele, but how to tetify my
gratitude for them. My books, which
I conulted, have hewn me, that
Fate detines thee to love a certain
Princes: But there were difficulties
in the way of thy happines, which,
- without
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without ome powerful aid, would
have proved very hard for thee to ur
mount. I am come therefore to offer
thee my ervices; Thy beloved one is
under perecution from the Fairy
Fanfreluche, becaue he cannot reolve
to marry a certain Dwarf, Nephew to
that Fairy, and who, on account of
his complexion, is named The Green
Dway/ or The Knight of the Wap,
from the Animal on which he is com
monly een to ride. The Princes,
being immoveable in her entiments,
was not long ince changed by this
cruel Fairy into a Blue Butterfly, edged
with purple; under a condition that
the Enchantment hall not ceae, till in
her preent tate he have found a Lover,
who will pluck off her head, and her
wings.And oh! haples Don Slvio !
the Blue Butterfly caught by thee this
morning was thy Princes ! She aw thee,
in the grove, and intantly he loved thee
She fled from thee only to ee if thou
wouldft follow her, and uffered thee,
- of her own accord, to take her the
moment he was convinced of her not
being indifferent to thee, even in the
hape of a Butterfly. On finding her
elf in thy hand, he trove by her flut
- terung
Don Sy Lvio De RosALv A. 63
tering to tell thee how agreeable he
felt her prion; but the cruel Fan
freluche had deprived her of peech, o
that he could only heave a figh, which
thou didt unhappily mitake as a
mark of her regret for the los of li
berty. Thy compaionate Heart there
fore incited thee to let her fly; he did
o, with the extreamet forrow; and
in all probability would preently have
returned toward thee, had he not at
that intant perceived the Green Dwarf,
mounted on his Wafp, who put on
fuch a look of terror, that fear made
the Princes wih for every wing in
creation, to add all poible peed to
her precipitate retreat. Fortunately
for the Princes, I was jut et out in
earch of thee. I aw the danger he
was in, and flew to her uccour, after
having commiioned one of my Sa
lamanders, to throw the Princes's Por
trait in the path before you. I pur
ued the Green Dwarf, who, finding
himelf too feeble to enter the lits
with me, aumed every poible hape
in order to ecape me. At length, he
transformed himelf into a thin cloud;
but I oon perceived the change, and
preed it o hard that it preently dif
olved
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olved. The labourers at work in the
fields beneath us fancied they aw it
rain blood, and took it for an evil omen.
The Green Dwarf unable to endure the
preure, at length reumed his own
hape; which, however, I uffered him
not long to enjoy; transforming him
into an ivory Tooth-pick, on condition
never to regain his native form, till he
hould have erved to pick the hinder
mot cheek-tooth of ome female of
four core, that was till a maiden.
Oh merciful to me! cried Pedrillo
on hearing this; I am the Fairy Rada
mante's mot humble ervant; but I
cannot think he knew what he talked
about. At this rate, the poor Green
Dwayfwill remain a Tooth-pick forever:
For look ye, Signior Don Sylvio, I
will conent to be no longer Pedrillo, if
you find either in the old or new
world a Virgin of four core, that has
any teeth left to pick; or a female of
four core with all her teeth, that is till
a Maid.
That, replied Don Sylvio, will be the
Green Dwarf's concern; at leat, I hall
have nothing to fear from him during
the long period of his earch after this
Phoenix. But prithee, Sir, have not
- ** I re
Don Sylvio DE RosAlvA. 65
I repeatedly ordered you not to inter
rupt me, on pain of my indignation ?
take care then how you oblige me to
tell you o the third time!"
Very well, Sir!" anwered Pedrillo,
go on with your dicoure, and don't
be angry with me; I won't open my
lips again; you know I'm not fond of
chattering; but when you talk of Tooth
picks, and Maids of four core
Plague take the pratingfellow! cried
Don Sylvio; What, are you beginning
again!
O Sir, pray forgive me," aid Pe
drillo, I promie you I will never in
terrupt you any more; nor hould I
have done it now, if it had not been
for the Tooth-pick:"
Would thou wert a Tooth-pick thy
elf exclaimed the Don, in high in
dignation. Hear what I tell ye, and
be ilent; or ele, by all that's good,
this is the lat time I'll ever peak to
ou." .
This terrible Menance truck poor
Pedrillo all in a heap; for he had the
utmot love for his young Mater. He
therefore put his hand upon his mouth,
to hew he was determined to be ilentd
AIl
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and Don Sylvio continued his narration as
follows: -

The Fairy having ended her di


coure, made a hort paue; I eized
that moment, to throw myelf at her
feet, and to tetify my gratitude in the
mot lively terms. Powerful Fairy,
(faid I) who hat already done for me.
o much, O purue, I conjure thee, the
generous deign, and give it full per
fetion. Thou who wat able to give
a Green Dwayf the hape of a Tooth
pick, how eay will it be for thee to
retore my dear Princes to her native
form!"
It is not in my power, replied the
Fairy, to diolve an Enchantment
wrought by one of my companions
This great adventure is reerved for
thee. Loe no time, Don Sylvio ! Take
with thee thy faithful Pedrillo, and the
little Pimpimp; and till thou hat
found her, never quit thy earch of the
blue Butterfly. I am not a little ap
prehenive that the malicious Fanfre
luche will tudy to avenge her Nephew;
but let not thee difficulties daunt thy
reolution. On the contrary be aured,
that whenever thou findet thyelf in
ditres, my uccour hall not be im
plored in vain.
Don Sy Lvio De RosALv A. 67
At thee words, The Fairy, her
Chariot, and the Salamanders diappear
ed; while I, finding myelf greatly fa
tigued, fell into that profound Slum
ber, out of which I don't think I
fhould have waked till this time, had
not you come to roue me."
Thus then, Pedrillo, you have heard
what the Fairy hath enjoined me. I
have no time to loe; we mut intantly
betir ourelves, in earch of my dear
Princes; and I trut you will not
refue to follow me.

C H A P. XI.

Dialogue between Pedrillo and his Maer.


Preparations for the intended Journey.
EDRILLO had litened with great
pleaure, to this Hitory of the Fairy,
the Princes, and the Green Dwarf, for he
was a great Lover of uch marvellous
Tales and Stories. But the moment he
undertood that Don Sylvio was etting
out in earnet, and mut run all the
world over in earch of the blue Butter
fly,
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fly, this part of the buines did not at all
uit his tate ; hegrated histeeth, hrugged
up his houlders, and after a hefitation of
ome minutes, at length he cried,
Merciful to me! Signior Don Sylvio,
what would you have me ay to you?
If I undertand matters right, you may
jut as well have been dreaming this
as any thing ele; and if I did not
know you were o good a Gentle
man, Heaven forgive me, but one
hould be almot tempted to believe
How, Sir! aid Don Sylvio, Have
you the face then to doubt the truth of
what I tell you."
No indeed, replied Pedrillo, I have
no doubt of it at all; but the Globe
of Fire, and the Frog Fairy, and the
Green Dwarf, in love with the Princes,
and the Butterfly too, which is to be
your wife, and turned by you into a
Princes, and the Tooth-pick,
Don't be angry, dear Sir, but upon
my word, dye ee, I do think you mut
have dreamed about allthis; and one very
often has droll dreams: For example, I
myelf dreamed but a little while ago
Ogood Heavens! cried Don Sylvio,
loing all patience;am I to do no
thing ele, but hear your Dreams? And
do you uppoe that my eeing the
Fairy
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 69
Fairy Radiante, and her informing me
of all I had to do for regaining
my incomparable Princes. Tell me,
Blockhead! do you uppoe all this to
be a Dream? and do you uppoe this
Piture here at my neck too, to be all
a Dream?"Saying this, he took the
trinket, preed the pring, and hewed
Pedrillo the little Picture that lay con
cealed under the great Diamond.
Pedrillo tared very earnetly, on eeing
the Portrait of a Woman, who appeared
to him a thouand times handomer than
Mrs. Beatrice herelf. Ah! by St.
james, cried he, I have now no more
to ay. What then, this is the Prin
ces, that Fairy Radiante has promied
you, and who is transformed into a
blue Butterfly ?l mut be an Oaf
indeed now, not to believe everything
you have been telling me; though, on
my Concience, I never could have
believed it, had not I een it with my
own eyes. Well, this is wonderful!
for who but a Fairy could have done
all this for you? Why, I'll lay any
wager, that the leat of thee precious
tones is worth ten of our cottages:
And then I have often read, how that
uch pieces of furniture were nothing but
trifles to a Fairy; Diamonds with them
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are as common a merchandize, as
pebble-tones are among us; and I am
pretty well peruaded, that Madam
Rademante has finer Jewels about her
Chamber-pot, than there are in our
Queen's Necklace, whom God pre
erve! Well, well, thee are not things
to be found in one's leep. You mut
therefore have been awake; and if
you was awake,you could not have
dreamed, as I faid jut now; and o, as
that's the cae, the Princes muft cer
tainly be a Butterfly. Do, Sir, let me
ee it again. Bles my Heart, how
pretty it is! what a weet look is that!
why, if one did not know 'twas only a
Painting, one would think he was
going to open her mouth, and talk.
Oh the Devil take thoe cured crea
tures, that could be o unmerciful as
to change this charming little Face in
to an lnet. Indeed, Sir Knight of the
Wap, 'tis well for you, and all uch
folks, that Princees like thee are to
be met with: But a plague take ye!
Can you have the front to imagine, that be
caue he is o mall that one may cover
her whole pretty little face with a Gnats
wing,-therefore, he mut be made for
fuchs
-
Don SYLv1o DE RosAlvA. 71

uch a pitiful bandy-leg'd hunch-backed,


diminutive green monter as you?"
What a tupid thing you are! aid
Don Sylvio, And do you imagine that
the Princes is no bigger than you ee this
little Portrait? You mut know that the
reaon of repreenting her o mall, is
merely becaue the bit of ivory could not
be any larger to fuit the cae. But this
does not hinder but he may be full as tall
as the Goddes Diana, or the beautiful
Alia, who certainly mut have been none
of the leat, ince a Giant o big as Mo
landino, abolutely fixed upon her for a
wife; and even uppoing her to be not
quite o tall, he would only be o much
more like the Graces, who are repreented
by the Poets and Painters maller than the
other Goddees, thereby to expres in a
more triking manner, thoe Attrations,
and that Sweetnes, which render them
worthy the honour of being Companions
and Attendants to the Queen of Love."
True, Sir, anwered Pedrillo, nothing
can be more jut; for, as the Proverb
ays, Whatever is little is pretty; and
though Madam the Princes were no big
ger than a wax-doll; yet, I dare fay,
apon eeing her, we hall find it the d -

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72 The Adventures of
et little Creature that a man hould be
hold in a ummer's day.
Pedrillo, my Friend, interrupted Don
Sylvio, let us not loe time in frivolous
dicoure, while, perhaps, my Mitres is
in danger.
Ay, very true, Sir, aid the faceti
ous Pedrillo; that's jut what I was going
to ay: For, urely, nothing can be more
diagreeable to o fine a Princes, than to
ee herelf every moment expoed to the
hazard of being devoured by ome cured
Crow or other; Mercy on me! "Twould
asoon nap her up as the commonet In
fet; without any regard to her Princely
Rank, which I really begin to be per
uaded of, now that I have een her Pic
ture.
What thou hat aid, Pedrillo, replied
Don Sylvio, gives me no uneaines at all.
With regard to all uch apprehenions I
ret the matter entirely in the protetion
of the Fairy Radiante. But, mighty as
this protection may be againt all the
Crows upon earth, it is not enough to
creen her from the ubtle pratices of
that wicked Fairy Fanfreluche; for, as I
told thee before, it is for Me only that the
dienchantment of the blue Butterfly is
reerved. What ay't thou, Pedrillo ?
Would
Don SY Lv1o De RosALv A. 73
Would it not be better for us to et off
immediately, while my Aunt is from
home ? Thou eet we are all here toge
ther; thou, I, and Pimpimp : Let us then
go eek the Princes, tho it were to the
Antipodes. The Fairy will take care of
the reft. -

You are in a very great hurry, Sir,


aid Pedrillo; but I am inclined to think
you don't rightly calculate matters. You
mut know that in travelling there is
occaion for a thouand things, which one
ought to be provided with, in cae of
neceity. -

And you mut know too, Sir, inter


rupted Don Sylvio, that I think you don't
know what you are talking about. Where
did you ever hear or read of any Prince
or Knight, that ued uch a precaution,
while he was travelling thro the World
under the protection of a Fairy ? Such
perons never want for rich habits, fine
linen, or money for ll neceary occa
fions. They commonly pas the night in
enchanted Palaces, where they are mag
nificently regaled; and hould they hap
pen to wander in Forets or Dearts,
there, without the leat thought or care
in the world, they behold a table et out
before them, erved up by inviible hands,
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and loaded with the mot delicious viands;
after which refrehment they liedown and
fleepona bed offlowers, eitherin Grottosor
in Arborsplanted by the hands of Nymphs,
and clad in the richet verdure.
All this, Sir, aid Pedrillo, is charming
and delightful; but, totellyou the truth, I
hould till be of the opinion, not to trut
too much to thee fine things. Among the
Fairies,you know, onehas both friends and
enemies; and they would not be the firt
Princes or Princees I have read of who,
upon uch Adventures, with the finet teeth
in the world, had nothing to nibble. Too
much precaution never does harm, as my
good old Grandmother ued to ay: One
Birdin the Hand, is worth two in the Buh.
ln a word, Sir, if you do not didain
my advice, I will go and make a provi
ion of linen, a good bit of omething
eatable, and a few bottles of wine: And
doyou, Sir, on your part, take care to
have your pure well lined with Reals.
This done, we will take whatever Road
you pleae; only Heaven grant we ma
neither meet with Blue nor Green
who might take it in their heads perhaps
to dipute our Princes with us."
Don Sylvio, who, etting aide his wild
notions, was one of the bet youths in
the
Don Sx Lv1o DE RosALv A. 75

the world, uffered himelf to be eaily


peruaded by Pedrillo, and accordingly
returned with him to the Catle, firt clap
ping the picture of his uppoed Princes
into his pocket, that he might not raie
the curioity of the Servants. With all
the confidence that our Herorepoed in the
uccour of the Fairies, he failed not, how
ever, to take off with him a few trinkets
which he had inherited from his father;
as alo his little hoard of money, which,
to ay the truth, did not amount to above
tenor a dozen ducats; while Pedrillo, on
hispart, ranacked the kitchen and cellar.
The above mentioned um, though rather
of the leat, eemed, notwithtanding, to
our Hero, more than ufficient for a
journey from one hemiphere to the other,
under the protection of the Fairy Rad
ante. He then put on his handomet
laced hirt, dreed himelf in a doublet of
green attin edged withgold,andlined with
pink taffety; and his breeches, tockings,
and the feather in his hat, were of the
ame colour. Thus equipped, and equal
ling of figure all the Narciuss and Hya
cinths of poetic tory, Don Sylvio waited
with impatience for the Companion of his
Travels, firmly reolved to teal off pri
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vately, before his Aunt hould return
home.

C H A P. XII.

The Author's Reflections.


I A D it been in our power to write
this hitory half a dozen Centuries
ago, the whole Chapter before us would
have been uperfluous. Informer times,
that which we call the Marvellous, was o
common, that people could not meet with
any thing more extraordinary than natu
ral events. But in the preent age, one
would almot uppoe that a mode of
thinking diametrical oppoite had taken
the lead: Infomuch, that perhaps out of
all the Readers of this Hitory, we can
hardly flatter ourelves with finding one,
who would readily be peruaded to think,
that everything related in the foregoing
Chapter, might have happened every
day. Since the invention of Microcopes,
inviible things have but little influence on
human minds; and even a Ghot himelf
would find it very difficult to peruade
people of the reality of his einer. IN
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 77
In hort, it would be in vain for us to
pretend, (ince nobody would believe it if
we did) that there exits uch a Fairy as
Radiante, or that the Blue Butterfly has
ever been a Princes, or that a Tooth
pick ever yet figured away in the Cha
rater of a Green Dwayf.
Our bet way then, in uch circum
tances, is candidly to confes, that we
ourelves have as little faith in all that
Don Sylvio has been telling Pedrillo, as
we have in the viions of our pious Coun
trywoman, Mary d'Agreda, or the Tale
of the Red Cap, or any other Tale with
which our good Nures formerly fed us,
from the very cradle.
That Truth, however, which we pro
fes throughout the whole coure of this
Hitory, obliges us to oberve, that Don
Sylvio in his Narrations, has neither ad
vanced nor aerted anything which may
not, in a certain ene, be as true and
real, as mot other tories drawn from
the imaginary world.
To undertand this eeming paradox,
we mut remember, that there are two
forts of Realities, which, in concreto, are
not o eaily ditinguihable as, perhaps,
ome may imagine.
E3 Now,
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Now, as in pite of all the Egotits in
the world, there are things which really
exit out of ourelves, fo are there, in
return, others, which exit only in our
imagination. The former exit, though
we do not know that they exit; the latter
exit only o far, as we imagine them to
exit. Thee things have no reality in
themelves; but with him who takes them
for real, they have the ame effet, as if
they were o; and without depriving men,
by this means, of a good hare of that
high opinionthey entertain of themelves,
we may aert, that thee matters are the
main prings of mot of the ations of
mankind, that they are the fountain either
of our happines or of our miery; the
ource of our mot detetable vices, or of
our mot hining virtues.
What Fairy or enchanted Palace can
be more chimerical, than that glorious
Renown, which the greatet men agree to
have been the aim of their mot plendid
enterprizes. Did not Alexander, the great
Alexander, who realized that fabulous
march of Bacchus into India, and thereby
plunged himelf in a thouand dangers,
to furnih others with matter for conver
ation ?Did not he purue a chimera, as
unreal as that which made Don Sylvio run
after
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 79
after a Blue Butterfly, in order to dien
chant it? To any Spetator, who coolly
coniders the ations of men, the former
mut appear as great a madman as the
latter; at leat the latter hath this advan
tage over the other, that His chimera in
jured no one, while that of Aias Con
queror laid wate half the world.
But it is time for us to recollet, that
we are entering upon Reflections very re
mote from our Subjet; o remote, in
deed, that we are not a little embarraed
to find out a happier tranition, than thoe
commonly adopted by Gentlemen Com
pilers, when, after half a dozen digre
fions, they want to return to the place
from whence they came.
To reume then, our ubjet; In the
narrative of our young Knight, we mut
be careful to ditinguih between what
happened to him in reality, and what his
imagination added to it. The reader may
remember, after the Adventure of the
Butterfly and Portrait, we left him in a
condition, wherein his imagination was
elevated in an extraordinary manner; the
vivacity of the ideas which preented
themelves to him, was o much the more
increaed by night, as thoe ideas them
elves were les weakened by any external
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enation; they only wanted one more
degree to make them felt, as if they were
real. In uch a dipoition ofmind it was,
that Don Sylvio perceived a globe of fire,
which rolled about in the air, and hortly
after burt cloe by bim. This known
meteor, which a good Naturalit would
have regarded with a curious eye, finihed
the enchantment of a Don Sylvio. He
recolleted to have often, in his tales, met
with fuch globes of fire, from whence
there always iued a Fairy feated on a
Diamond-car, drawn by ix Swans, or
by four and twenty Rams with fleeces of
gold. This appearance then, otherwie
very natural, was according to his mode
of reaoning, the beginning of a uper
natural apparition; and nothing more
was wanting to change his chimeras, which
were already formed in his brain, and
ready to burt forth into a eries of Reali
ties; fince it had no other difference from
a dream, than that Don Sylvio was awake,
and had been o much the more power
fully deceived by the connection between
his prior and ubequent ideas.
This, o far as we undertand the
matter, is the mot probable explication
that can be given of uch Viions; we are
very far, however, from wihing to force
- - any
Don SylvIo DE RosALv A. 81
any one to ubcribe to our entiments.
Don Sylvio was alone, when he pretended
that the Fairy had appeared to him ; and
we may boldly defy all the Scepticks,
Materialits, Deits and Pantheits in the
world, to prove that the Fairy Radiante,
orher apparition, was anything impoi
ble. We offer our explication only as a
bare conjeture; and if the lovers of the
Marvellous hould be more dipoed to
believe it than Don Sylvio himelf (who
undoubtedly was an eye witnes of the
whole affair, and, which is more, cannot
be upected of premeditated impoture)
in this cae we have nothing to reply
againt them.

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T h E

A D V EN TU R ES

O F

DoN SYLVIO DE ROSALVA.

B O O K II.

C H A P I.

A Demontration that Prudery may excite the


Dipleaure gf Venus.
H I LE Don Sylvio was getting
matters ready to go in earch of
Adventures, Donna Menzia endeavoured
to detain him in a way, which Don Sylvio
as little upeted, as Donna Menzia u
peted Don Sylvios intrigue with an en
chanted Butterfly.
We
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 83
We think it has been already ob
erved that this Lady had, for ome time
pat, made frequent viits to a mall
Town in the neighbourhood; viits, in
deed, that gave little concern to Don
Sylvio's curioity; but which, in fat, tend
ed to no les than playing him a viler
Turn, than all the united malice of all
the Fanfreluches and all the Caraboas in
the world could have invented againt
him. -

The Reader may, perhaps, remember


that Donna Menzia, notwithtanding her
extreme Prudery, had been no enemy to
love in her tender youth; nay, and to peak
the truth ingenuouly, there never perhaps
was a Woman to whom that Virtue, which
the cruelty of Men obliged her to retain,
had been more irkome. It is even pre
tended, that from the time of her firt
renouncing the world to live in retirement,
which, generally peaking, is aid to be
no way favourable to forced Prudery; it
is, I ay, pretended that this irkomenes
of ituation had been more than once o
preing, that (without the leat offence to
her ex be it poken) he had even made
ome advances to one of the Grooms in
the Family; advances, which could not
have failed to produce their elfet, had not
E 6 the
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the charms of young Maritornes rendered
this clownifh lover inenible to all the
advantages of a keleton of Quality, over
a young female Peaant. Whatever
ground there might be for this Anecdote,
it is certain that Donna Menzia was o far
unhappy, as to be obliged to eek in the
vague illuions of an heated imagination,
the hadow of a pleaure, which her want
of experience, etimatedin proportion to
the ardour of her defires. Her averion
to Boccace's Tales, and even to the in
nocent pleaantries of Lopez de Vega, did
not prevent thoe Dialogues, which ome
modern Sotade has placed to the account
of the famous Aloyia Sigea, from being
her favourite Book; in hort, it was con
tantly under her Bolter a cutom
which, perhaps, he thought jutified by
the example of St. Chryotome, who did
the fame honour to the Comedies of
Aritophanes.
It may poibly be thought an Inde
corum, that by revealing thee ecrets, we
have annihilated the benefits which the
world might have derived from the edify
ing example of the chafte Donna Menzia.
But in this intance it was indipenably
neceary to dicharge the duties of a faith
ful Hitorian; epecially, as an ill-timed
dicretion
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 85
dicretion might have rendered the truth
of our Hitory upected with regard to
ome matters, which we hall be obliged
to relate preently.
Not to keep our Readers any longer in
painful upence, we mut inform them,
it is but too true, that neither the
virtue of Donna Menzia, nor the pride of
her birth,nor the threecore Springs which
he had already paed, were able to de
fend her tender heart againt the love
wherewith a certain Attorney of Xelva,
had the good fortune to inpire her.
She had become acquainted with him
at a Lady's, a friend of hers. The At
torney managed that Lady's affairs, and
often came to viit her. Donna Menzia
had, therefore, an opportunity of being
thoroughly informed of the Attorney's
Circumtances in Life, which appeared
to be very favourable to the deign he
had formed upon his Peron from the
firt moment he aw him.
This worthy Peronage was named
Rodrigo Sanchez; a Man, who, etting
aide his talents for chicanery, was mor
remarkable for his peronal advantages,
than for the qualities of his mind. He
was a quare built Man, of a middling
ftature, with broad houlders, hair that
naturally
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naturally curled, little parkling eyes,
over-hadowed with large black eye-brows,
a large aquiline noe, and limbs, that in
cae of need, might have upported an
Atlas.
We cannot poitively ay whether thee
ort of figures, are, in general, o dan
gerous for profeed Prudes, as ome pre
tend; this is certain, that Mr. Rodrigo
was an Adonis in the eyes of Donna Men
zia, and had the honour, at their firft in
terview, of conquering that averion
for marriage, which he was known to
have always entertained ; nay, he had
merit ufficient to excite, in that illutri
ous Lady, a deire of bearing with him
the yoke of Hymen, though the Man was
only forty years of age, and, to mend
the matter, an undertrapper in his pro
feion.
If the eyes of this new Adonis, were
not grateful enough to find a Venus in the
peron of Donna Menzia, yet the idea of
uch a marriage was aspowerful a motive
with a man of his tamp, as the charms
of a peron commonly are with lovers of
a more refined compoition. -

Ever ince the death of his elder Brother,


who was a Jeweller, he had beenguar
dian to his Niece, named Mergelina, who
front
>.

Don Sy Lv1o De RosALv A. 87


from the time of her parents deceae,
poeed a fortune of 1ooooo ducats.
As indifferent as his Niece was in point of
peron, o muchtendernes had our At
torney for her ducats, and for a long
time pat had heruminated in vain, and
turned about in his head a projet of mak
ing himelf legally mater of that um, or,
at leat, a good part of it; when, lo! the
paion which he had the happines to en
kindle in Donna Menzia eemed to give
him a favourable opportunity for ucceed
ing to his wihes. His Niece, who un
doubtedly enjoyed a very pretty fortune,
had already refued ome pretenders, on
account of their mean extration; for he
had taken it into her head, once for all,
either to be a Woman of Quality, or to
die a Maid. Mr. Rodrigo, therefore, en
tertained not the leat doubt of bringing
her to whatever he wanted, provided he
could but marry her to an Hidalgo;* but
the grand point was, where to find one,
who would be as complaiant as Mr. Ro
drigo required. The advice given him by
Donna Menzia's female friend, led him to
hope that no peron could be more uited
tohis purpoe than Don Sylvio; who had
* The Spanihterm for a Gentleman.
been
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been repreented to him as a young Gen
tleman very generous, but without any
experience, or the leat knowledge of the
world; and who had moreover accutom
ed himelf to be governed by his Aunt in
everything, He reolved therefore to try
his fortune, and derive every poible ad
vantage from the amorous Fit of old
Donna Menzia. In truth, he played the
part of a tender Swain, as ridiculouly as
could be; however, he diplayed vivacity
enough, to peruade o enible a Lady,
that he was the mot amorous Man in
the world.
No ooner was Donna Menzia aured
of her conquet, than he began to recol
let what he owed to her virtue and to
her rank; accordingly he played off o
many airs, that the Attorney, who was
extremely deficient in the art of ecuring
Prudes, would have lot all patience a
hundred times, had he not been held in,
by a force uperior to the charms of his
cruel fair one. His grand conolation
was, that the Lady found it exceedingly
difficult, to concealthe chateflameswhich
preyed upon her; inomuch, that he
thought proper to horten ceremonies o
much the more, as fhe had no reaon to
doubt the exces of her lovers paion.
- She
Don Sylvio De RosalvA. 89
She therefore, at length,conented to make
him happy, and a double marriage was
agreed on between the Uncle and Aunt,
the Nephew and the Niece; upon which
the Attorney drew up a contrat, wherein
the interets of the two former were not
forgotten.
Donna Menzia had brought up her Ne
phew toowell, to look for any contradic
tion on his part; but yet the idea that this
two fold alliance would derogate from
the nobility of the Family, with which
he had always been highly infatuated,
gave her ome degree of pain. For tho
the hining merit of Mr. Rodrigo eemed
well to jutify the vehemence of her pa
fion, it would have cot her very much
to acrifice herelf to uch coniderations,
had not the Gentleman (who was a great
Genealogit) led her to hope that he would
oon hew her a Pedigree, that hould
prove the family of Rodrigo Sanchez to
have derived its origin, and to have
decended in a right line from a natural
Son of Sanchez the Great, King of Cgtile.

C H A P.
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C H AP. II.

A Pure, in the She gf Calot.


ON Sylvio, who had nothing in his
head, but Butterflies and Green
Dwarfs, never o much as dreamt it po
fible, that his dear Aunt could think of
marrying him to a Plebeian of Xelva,
while all his attention was engaged how
to deliver his winged Princes;Not to
fay, that the Plebeian in quetion was one
of the mot homely beings that ever Man
efpoued.
Great was his urprize, therefore, when,
before Pedrillo had finihed his prepara
tions for their journey, he aw his Aunt
arrive, accompanied by a Lady and Gen
tleman, entirely unknown to Don Sylvio;
till more was his atonihment encreaed,
when he conidered thee trange figures
more cloely; in particular, he was truck
in o extraordinary a manner with the
young Lady, that he took her at firt for
a Monkey in Woman's clothes. Pedrillo,
who aited them to alight from the car
riage, had the utmot difficulty to refrain
from laughing when he beheldthem; and
Don
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 91

Don Sylvio, perfetly polite as he was in


other repects, retreated a few teps back
ward greatly ruffled, and without oberv
ing what a weet atisfaction diffued itelf
over the charming viage of the diminitive
Monter, the moment he had examined
him.
In hort, if Donna Menzia had wihed
to have a Niece, that hould not eclipe
her own charms, he could have pitched
upon no properer peron, than this ame
Donna Mergelina.
We will jut attempt a ketch, and ee
if it be poible to convey any Idea of the
Subject to our Reader's imagination.
She was, then, exatly four Feet
four Inches high, and as many broad,
reckoning from one houlder to the other;
the whole o regularly contructed, that
her head made nearly a fourth part of her
entire height; her neck, breat, and the
reidue of her body, were lot o inen
bly, the one in the other, that it was im
poible to ditinguih where one began,
or the other ended. Notwithtanding the
enormous length of her chin, her face,
however, formed a very regular quare;
for her forehead was exactly as much too
low, as her chin was too long. Her eyes
were o round, and tood o far out of
- her
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her head, that the nickname, which Homer
has given Juno, eems to have been ex
presly created for Donna Mergelina.*
Her mouth was of o capacious a ize,
that without a hadow of fear, you might
have introduced Prince Tanza's kimmer
into it, without touching her large teeth;
and if ever a Poet had thought of makin
her lips the Seat of the Graces, it
be owned, the Goddefes would have
found room and a couch there, to have
enjoyed their patimes with ome of the
young Gods of Love. Her noe, indeed,
was a little too mall, for it was difficult
to dicover it between her fat hanging
down cheeks, which were omething high
in bone; however, you mut be obliged
to let it pas for a noe, on account of the
notrils that ftared out before it. This,
by the way, was the only thing in which
nature had hewn itelf niggardly in her
peron : But in return, he had a back
of o coniderable a height, that nothing
could be added to it. Her ears were
tolerably long, and her hands and feet o
large, that he might have hved like an
amphibious Being either onland or water.
But that which, in her idea, was uffi

* Bozzr, Ox-eyed, Il. I. Lin. 551. et al. e

Clenk
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 91
cient to efface all the abovementioned
charms, was a neck and boom; but uch
aneck and boom, as you hall hardly ee,
epecially in Spain; it being indeed very
white, but of o immene a bulk, that if
one had wihed to make a Statue of Venus
Callpygos,* it would have erved as a
model for a very oppoite part of the
body. Sheprided herelf o much in this
pecies of perfetion, as to diplay it with
a prodigality, which rigid Moralits might
perhaps have treated as candalous, even
had it been les diguting.
As to the colourings, which nature
had employed to ornament uch a Mater
piece, they were, in truth, arranged in o
wonderfulamanner, as mut have puzzled
a Vandyke. Her hair was neither white,
like that of Ceres, nor brown, like that of
Venus, nor of a brilliant yellow, like that
of the La with the Golden Locks; but it
was of a fiery red, naturally o hort, and
o britly, that it mut have tired the pa
tience of a Cypast Her eyes were of
a fine light grey; her forehead and cheeks
of an olive colour, heightened by a beau
* That is, The white armed.
Ponendis in mille Modis perfecta Capillis
Comere ed olas digna. Cypa, Deas.
OvID.
tiful
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tiful brownih red, where it was wanted;
her mouth (if you will be kind enough to
allow the expreion a econd time) bor
dered a little upon the colour of the Ague
Marine *, and lot nothing of its agree
ablenes, by the black hue of her broad
ill-arranged teeth: Latly, her arms and
hands were of o natural a leather colour,
that he might eaily have pared herelf
the expence which other Ladies put them
elves to for Chicken-kin gloves.
All this, which undoubtedly compoed
uch a kind offgure, as one eldom meets
with any where, but over a chimney
piece, was et off by decorations that gave
an high idea of the fair Mergelina's good
tate; in o much that you had only to
look at it, to admire in her that fine har
mony of body and mind, which, accord
ing to Pythagorass principles, contitutes
perfet beauty. She wore a deep yellow
fattin petticoat, embroidered with filver;
her bodice was of green taffety, tied with
pale blue ribbands; he had a flame-co
loured aigrette ; crimon lippers work'd
with gold, and pink tockings with ilver
clocks.
* A ort of precious tone of the ea water colour.
No
Don Sylvio de Rosava. 65
Noooner had this amiable peron, with
the aitance of Don Sylvio, gained the
little Parlour, in which Donna Menzia
commonly received her viits, than the
firt thing he did was to run to the glas,
to repair, as he oberved, the diorder
which the journey had occaioned in her
dres. This done, he took her eat, and
while they waited the coming of Mrs.
Beatrice with ome refrehments, each
Member of the little Society, eemed un
der an embaraiment what was to be done
with its own proper Peron, and thoe of
the company. Donna Mergelina either
played with her fan, or eyed herelf in
the looking glas, which hung oppoite
where he at. Mr. Rodrigo one while
contemplated the amiable and juvenile
Donna Menzia, then looked down at his
legs. Don Sylvio tared about him, and
eemed in a total confuion; while his
good Aunt was continually opening her
mouth, without knowing what to ay.
Mr. Rodrigo was jut going to oberve,
that it was fine weather, when in came
the erviceable Mrs. Beatrice, to animate
the converation with a baket of green,
dry, and candied fruits. The whole com
pany felt it a very eaonable conolation.
Donna Mergelina diplayed, upon this oc
caion,
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caion, the good education he had receiv
ed; and declared,with many Grimaces and
Congees, that he was quite orry to think
of the pains which had been kindly taken
with her: Thee compliments and ditor
tions of face, were anwered by the oblig
ing Donna Menzia, with as many compli
ments and as many ditortions. A further
obervation was made, that the traw
berries were very large, and the cherries
of a delicious flavour; while the nuts and
preerved peaches met with very great
applaue. This furnihed Donna Menzia
with the ubject of a very learned differ
tation upon the Art of making Preerves,
which o heartily tired out the Attorney,
that he did all he could to turn the conver
ation; in hort, he burned withimpatience
to enter upon the relation of a Suit, then
under hismanagement; and the moment
he could cleverly bring it in, the Ladies
were accordingly entertained in the mot
gallant manner imaginable.

C H A P.
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 97

C H A P. III.

Dialogue between the Aunt and the Nephew.


R S. Beatrice oon returned to the
Parlour, with all Sorts of Wines
and other Liquors; and while, upon a
ignal from her Mitres, he entertained
the guets with her lively chat, Donna
Menzia retired into another room with her
Nephew, in order to explain to him the
occaion of their viit.
As her firt alutation, Don Sylvio,
aid he, I ee you are dreed very fine
to-day; Pray did you know I hould bring
you uch agreeable company ? No
Aunt," replied Don Sylvio, bluhing and
heitating,
thought But I don't know I
p

There's no need of apologies, Don


Sylvio, aid his Aunt; you could not have
et yourelf off more opportunely; I
could almot attribute it to a kind of fore
ight.
So aying, he at down, blew her noe,
pit everal times, and at length after a
few preambles, and not without bluhing,
dicovered to him her two-fold deign of
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marrying him to the amiable Mergelina;
and of yielding the right of property in
her own fair Peron, to the worthy Gen
tleman Rodrigo Sanchez. She did not fail
to enlarge with Don Sylvio, upon the great
advantages that would accrue to him from
this alliance, and gave it as her opinion,
that he owed her a particular obli
gation, for the great care he had taken
of his patrimony. -

Don Sylvio, however, was very far from


being o pliant and grateful as his Aunt
had imagined. The atonihment which
had eized him from the beginning of this
dicoure, changed at length into an In
dignation, which he had much ado to con
tain. He did this violence to himelf
notwithtanding, and after a pretty long
paue, told his dear Aunt, though with
les appearance of wonder than of anger.
I protet toyou, Aunt, I have no co.-
ception of all you have been aying. I
am hardly eighteen years of age; my
birth, nd the education you have given
me, require me hortly to quit this idle
rutic kind of Life, and eek a uitable
fortune through a Series of Adventures.
It is you yourelf, Madam, who have in
pired me with thee Sentiments; andnow,
all on a udden, you want me to marry a
petty
Don SyLvro-DE RosALv A. 99

petty Citizen of Xelva; a Woman, whoe


deformity, and peronal defects, might well
tagger the greediet Fortune-hunter upon
Earth *; not to mention that I mut be
obliged to confine myelf for my whole
life, in this mierable Village, to hide from
every eye my miery and hame.
Nephew, cried Donna Menzia, you
forget the repect which you owe me, and
I confes I had expected more obedience
Obedience from me ? (interrupted
Don Sylvio brikly) when you want to
chain me to a Monter, that would make
me depie the greatet Dangers, wereit
only to avoid the ight of her!"
Why, truly, replied Donna Menzia
with a neer, we all know you have a high
Idea of your Beauty; but we won't di
pute upon that head. Donna Mergelina
- by no means deerves the contempt you
re pleaed to expres: She is an amiable
young Creature ; and even, if he were
-
les o, the offer of an hundred thouand
> Ducats is not a matter for a poor Coun
try Gentleman, with hardly an income
of an hundred Pitoles, to reject with o
much haughtines.
"In the original, Den geldgierigten Harpax. .
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Madam, replied Don Sylvio, with a
little more compoure, you have not been
long ued to etimate the worth of a Gen
tleman by his Income: and if an hundred
thofand ducats have not been able foto
facinate my eyes, as to make me think the
peron amiable whom you call Donna
Margelina; let me add, that excepting
Heaven, to which I owe my heart, fuch
as it is, no peron in the world but Donna
Menzia hath taught me to depie riches,
when they are tobe gained by meannees."
And, pray Sir, aid Donna Menzia,
in what can thoe meannees confift, if
you marry Donna Mergelina ? Though
her Ancetors, through misfortunes, may
have been obliged to conceal their origin,
which, perhaps, is full as illutrious as
any in the kingdom; (I know what I ay,
Don Sylvio) yet Fortune, which has ince
been more propitious, hath enabled them
to raie their own Family, and retore that
plendor to ours, which its digraceful
Indigence has almot effaced.
Madam, (replied Don Sylvio, his
countenance glowing with indignation)
that Indigence is never digraceful, which
is not brought upon us by our own fault:
Leave it to me, if you pleae, to retore
honour to my name; I am concious of
- ufficient
Don SYLVIO DE RosALv A. O1

ufficient courage to face that ill-fortune,


which may now eem to condemn it to
obcurity. Let Donna Mergelina be noble,
if you will have it o; but for my own
part, I aure you, that if he were even
decended from the Grand Cid, and
brought me in marriage all the Mines of
Peru, I would till have nothing to ay to
her.
How! (cried Donna Menzia, in a
tone that might better have been employed
with a Boy of twelve years old) and o
you will not marry her ?But, Sir, give
me leave tell you, that you hall marry
her; or you hall oonee, whether Don
na Menzia knows how to preerve that
authority, which nature, and the will of
your Father, have given me over you.
You hall marry her, I ay, or
None of your vain threatenings,
Madam! (interrupted Don Sylvio, with
an air and firmnes, that a little confound
ed the old Lady.) I know the whole ex
tent of my duties to you; but I know
equally well the limits of your aumed
authority. Go, and marry your good
Man, Rodrigo Sanchez: I hall never think
of troubling my head about it; but, at
the age I am, permit me to refue an en
F3 gagement
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gagement, which by no means uits my
inclinations."
At thee words the old Lady, fired with
rage and fury. I hear you (cried he,
grinding the few old rotten teeth, which,
like ancient Monuments, ftuck here and
there out of her wide mouth) and I can
fee all that ecret malice of reproach, which
you wih to cat upon me; but, Sir, I
depie you, and all that you can ayofme.
What, hall a Boy of your age know bet
ter than I, what is, or is not uitable ?
But, indeed, I am a fool to be thus angry:
If your undertanding is not ound
enough, to acknowledge the value of thoe
pains, which I have taken for your in
teret; at leat I will not uffer your levi
ty to make you foregoa fortune, which far
exceeds all that you could ever hope for :
You are beginning very early to hake off
the yoke, which it rets with me either to
alleviate or to increae, as I hall find ne
ceary. For, in one word, Mr. Nephew,
ou are dependant upon me, and I know
to make myelf obeyed.
Madam, (aid Don Sylvia full of
choler) your conduct is a ufficient proof
that grey Hairs are not always the uret
indications of Widom. Know then, Ma
dam, that I am neither old enough, nor
yet
Don Sx Lv1o DE RosALv A. IO3
yet o young, as to become a acrifice to
your ridiculous paion. I exempt you
from every duty which the care of my
fortune may impoe upon you ; and if I
refue your hideous Mergelina with her
hundred thouand ducats, by which he
may think to bribe me, You may believe,
Madam, that I have good reaons for o
doing; (for I tooknow what I ay, Donna
Menzia) and be aured that under the
protection which I enjoy, I can depile,
in myturn, all the menaces wherewith you
think to intimidate me, jut as though I
were till a little Boy. -

So aying, he hurried out of the Room


intothe Garden, wherehe trudged about at
a great rate, foaming with rage, and
waiting impatiently the coming of his
faithful Pedrillo.
. T-F

C H A P. IV.

Don Sylvio's Conjeures. He conults Pe


drillo about his Ecape.
E DRILLO, who, it mut be com
- feed, was full as curious as talk
ative, had litened behind the door, and
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over-heard all that paed between his
Mater and Donna Menzia: Accordingly,
on eeing the former run into the garden
in uch high indignation, he followed him
very oftly, and met him in an Grove of
Chenut-trees, walking in a great hurry,
with his hands clinched together behind
his back, and talking very loud to himelf.
In hort, there was omething in his air
o wild, that Pedrillo had not courage
to accot him. Don Sylvio, however, the
moment he perceived him, called to him,
and aid, I ee thou art afraid of my
reproaches; for if thy uperfluous pre
cautions had not retarded us, we hould
have been far enough off this cured
houe, from whence now, I fear, we hall
not be able to ecape without the ait
ance of the powerful Fairy Radiante. But
don't befrighted, my Friend; I know thou
hadt the bet intentions in the world;
and I am not o unjut as to put thee
unlucky events to thy account ; which are
only the effect, either of my evil detiny,
or of the malice of Enchanters, my ene
mies.
So aying, he took him by the hand,
and led him into a Thicket, where, after
having ordered him to look about on all
ides, to ee if theyZ were
-
alone, he aid
him
to
Don Sx Lvio De RosAlvA. 105
him in a low voice; Liten Pedrillo, I
am going to dicover to thee my mot ecret
thoughts. I am fully peruaded that that
old keleton of a Woman, whom you
faw alight from the coach with the two
other Monters, is not my Aunt Donna
Menzia; though at firft ight, I was dupe
enough to take it for her. It is certainly
the wicked Fanfreluche, who has borrowed
her hape, the more readily to frutrate
thoe plans, which the beneficent Fairy
Radiante has laid for my Happines. She
has given me certain tokens, which leaves
me no room to doubt on this head; nei
ther can I doubt it ; for this pretended
Donna Menzia, in pite of her diguie,
hewed me omething o terrible in her
eyes while I talked with her, that I have
never een anything like it in thoe of my
Aunt In hort, (for I cannot now enter
into particulars) I have no longer any
doubt upon this matter. Fanfreluche mut
have heard of the transformation of the
Green Dwarf; and in order to prevent me
from dienchanting the Blue Butterfly,
under the aid of the powerful Radiante,
he is come here in the form of Donna
Menziato force meinto marriage; uch a
Hmarriage as I hould detet, even though
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the object they would have me epoue,
were as beautiful, as this is hideous.
And do you think o, Sir? replied
Pedrillo, who had litened to his Mater
with great attention; To ay the truth,
I myelf almot believe you may be right:
For I oberved the moment they got out
of the coach, that all was not natural ;
and now that you have communicated to
me your ideas, I could venture, Sir, to
lay any wager, that this Donna Smergelina
(or what do you call her) is the Green
Dwarf's Siter, or omething wore; God
help us, for in my concience, I never in
my life aw anything o ugly. I am
orry we did not, at firt, look more nar
rowly to her feet; but one thing I am
ure I aw, and that is, that her coun
tenance and body were very much tinged
over with green; and then, he had a
hump back too, and terrible long ears."
And yet, with all thee beauties, faid
Don Sylvio, he aks no les than for me to
marry her.
You marry hercried Pedrillo, marry
her?You! What, you marry uch a
homely pus as he? Surely you mut
have lot your enes: Pardon me, Sir,
for aying o: But I am atisfied you'll
never do any uch thing. What a Devil
would
Don Sx LvIO DE RosALv A. 107
would the Monter be at ? Indeed, Sir,
it would be a very great pity, for fuch a
handome young Gentleman as you, to be
een in the arms of a frightful Sea calf
like that. No, no, Madam Smergelina,
that will never do by my troth! Troop
off, prithee, or if you will abolutely be
married, take the Dwarf Mgonnet; h
fuits you far better. Ha! Ha! twould
- be a mighty good match. While he was
adorming his noe with a half dozen Lin
nets and Goldfinches, as the tories ga,
he might et offher enormous boom with
as many young Porpoies laid tumbling
at full length. Twould be a high cene.
Deuce take it;ay, well, well! So, then,
we are to ee thee Copper-faces oon
married; are not we ? They tell me, in
deed, that he is prodigiouly rich; but were
he even gilt all over from head to foot, I
would not have her, though I am only a
poor country Lad. Les money and
more beauty, if you pleae, Madam Fan
freiuche, or ele go look out for your
Hubands elewhere. -

This trange rhapody, which Pedrillo


poured forth with much warmth, made
Don Sylvio laugh, in pite of all his efforts
to tifle it: But, finding there was no like
lihood of his leaving off, he, at length, -
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interrupted him, and aid, My dear
Pedrillo, the buines in hand is more fe
rious than perhaps you may think. Fan
freluche is one of tbe mot wicked and re
vengeful Fairies that ever exited; and
what is till wore, one of the mot power
ful. If it be he that returned this even
ing, to make me abolutely marry that
montrous Mergelina. -

Adzooks ! Sir, interrupted Pedrillo,


who at thee words had uddenly changed
his mind; if my Lady your Aunt is not
your Aunt, as you have been telling me,
but on the contrary, is that ame cured
Fanfreluche; then, Heavens defend us;
for what would you have us do againt
witches and pirits.
Hear me, my Friend Pedrillo, aid
Don Sylvio; the only way left us, is to
decamp this very night. - - "

How, this night ? cried Pedrillo in a


gitation oh Sir, don't think of it: the night
is nobody's Friend, and in uch Circum
tances, do you ee, I would not et a
foot out of doors, if you'd give me as
many Doubloons as I have hairs upon
my head. Let me die, if we hould not
meet with thouands of Spirits, Dragons
and Porcupines to top up the way every
tep
- - - - -
Don Sylvio DE RosAvA. 1og
tep
Donwe trod. I beg of you, dear Sir,
Sylvio, J -

Have done with your idle tittle tattle,


aid Don Sylvio ; have I not about me the
Portrait of my Mitres, whoe apet
alone is more than ufficient to keep all
the Monters in Africa at a repetable
ditance; and has not the Fairy Radiane
promied us her uccour in every exigen
cy ? We have every appearance of its
being a fine night; and even though the
Moon did not hine a jot, I am in hopes,
that the Fairy, in cae of neceity, will
end us one or more of her Salamanders
to light us along, and guard us from the
perecutions of the Fairy Fanreluche. In
a word, Friend Pedrillo, if thou lovet me,
thou wilt ait me in my deigns; for if
we neglect this opportunity of ecaping,
God knows whether we may ever find it
again. Be aured, I will not beungrate
ful. I am not fond of promiing more
than I know how to perform; but the
moment l have found out my Princes,
you may reckon your fortune made.
However, in cae you do not chue to ac
company me, I aure you, I would ra
ther go quite alone, and uffer death a
thouand times, than conent to pas one
night more in this cured Catle.
Pedrillo,
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Pedrillo, notwithtanding all his coward
ice, was yet as honet a Lad as any in the
world. The tears came into his eyes,
when he heard thee words from his Maf
ter: he therefore determined to follow
him, in pite of all the Spirits and Fan
freluches in the creation; even though he
hould et out in the darket Midnight.

c H A P. v.
A waiting Party. Don Sylvios Pulence.
SO CAR C E had they formed their
Meaures, when the hrill voice of
Donna Menzia was heard to found at ome
ditance from them. She led her com
pany into the garden to take the air.
This garden was not over well kept up,
but its fituation and the manner of laying
it out, were yet very agreeable. Pedrillo
had hardly time to hide himelf behind a
hedge of myrtles, and then flink away
into another alley, from whence he might
teal out of the garden unperceived;
while Don Sylvio kept his eat, till the
guets came pretty near him. -

- As,
-

Don Sy Lvio De RosALv A. I1

As, etting aide his whimies, this


young man did not want for undertand
ing; he intantly bethought himelf, that
the better to conceal his intended flight,
it was neceary to affet fuch an air, as,
without contraditing too much his late
declaration to his Aunt, might keep her
from depairing to gain her point with
him.
Accordingly he advanced towards the
company with a flow pace, and a counte
nance neither quite gloomy, nor altoge
ther atisfied; mixed, with a good grace,
in their converation, and endeavoured
to tifle that great digut and ecret hor
ror, with which the Green Dwarf's Siter
inpired him; an averion o much the
tronger, as the peron trove to pleae
him, and convince him, in every poible
way, of her high opinion of his tate.
The vanity of the beauteous Mergelina
happily made her amends, for whatever a
peron of more delicate enations might
have thought inupportable in Don Sylvios
mode of condut: o completely, indeed,
that he even appeared vatly well pleaed
with him, though the voung Gentleman
kept himelf trictly within the bounds of
the mot rigid politenes.That ort of
politenes, which cannot be dipened with
towards
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towards every tranger, and epecially
towards one of that fex which Mis Mer
gelina eemed to belong to. -

As to his Aunt, nothing could be more


ueles than his fear of her upeting him
of ome illdeign. She knew he was
hort of cah, and had no ort of ac
quaintance in the whole neighbourhood;
he had not the leat conception therefore
of his intention to elope, while thus de
titute of every neceary means or that
urpoe. Indeed, the tone of voice he
had oppoed to hers, and epecially, the
lat words that ecaped him in his wrath,
had a little diconcerted her. On this ac
count he had determined to inform her
elf, whether, during her abence, any
thing had happened in the Family, that
could induce Don Sylvio to ue o extraor
dinary a language. But the neceity of
keeping her dear Don Rodrigo company
(for at Roalva, Mr. Rodrigo Sanchez was
as good a Donas Guman) had hitherto
lefther no time for it. Beides, eeing
her Nephew o polite to Mergelina, he
hoped he had at length thought better of
it; and therefore uppoedit could be of no
ue to cavil at a few expreions,
which, very probably, might only be the
effet of a young Man's hatinefs. -

CHA P.
Don Sylv1o DE RosALv A. 1 13

C H A P. VI.

Don Sylvio is tranported in an exta, to the


Gardens 9f the Fairy Radiante: The in
gular mitake it occaions, with its diagree
able Conequences. -

O little Society, or at leat the


Ladies who were the oul of it,
found their walk o pleaant, that Night
came and urpried them, without their
even wihing to perceiveit.
In fact, that night appeared to be o
expresly formed to favour Love; it was
o clear and o agreeable, that the chate
Diana herelf could not have choen a
finer tolull her beautiful Endymion aleep
in; nor the Goddes of Love, to make
her Adonis happy.
The tender Donna Menzia and her
AEneas, inenibly loitered behind, and
topped in a thickhady retreat, very nug
and obcure. Mergelina, on her part,
who was no les tender, pueezed the
hand of her condutor in a manner, bet
ter calculated to expres the trength of
her paion than the lightnes of her own
hand; this he did, to extricate our Hero
- from
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from a Referie, in which he, for ome
time, appeared quite aborbd.
Don Sylvio, who, no les than the ret
of them, was truck with the beauties of
filent nature, which eemed as it were
tretched out in oft repoe, fraught with
charms delicately negligent, and clad im
moon-light, as with a robe of tranparent
gauze; Don Sylvio, I ay, in the height
of his extay, forgot both where he was, and
whom he had got by the ide of him.
He fancied himelf tranported into the
enchanted Gardens of the Fairy Radiante;
and that he was walking under arches co
veredwith etherialjefamines, intermingled
with never-fading roes. The Stars ap
peared to be o many Male and Femals
Salamanders, porting and dancing their
airy rounds in thoe fpacious fields of
azure. The Frogs that refounded from
the neighbouring ditches were, to him, o
many ravihing voices, chanting forth the
glory of his Princcs, and the felicity he
enjoyed in loving her. In a word, he
was o beide himelf, that at the very in
tant when the beautiful Mergelina let
him feel the weight of her hand, he
imagined he aw his dear Princes tanding
beide him.
- How !
Don Sx Lvio De RosALv A. 1 15
How! cried he, all in a rapture; and
hall I venture to believe my eyes ? Gods!
Is it a deluive dream of my impatient
heart, or do I really behold thee, my
charming Princes ? Hasthen the un
bounded paion I entertain for thee, at
length triumphed over the power of a
detetable Enchantment; and has it at
lat retored to thee that divine hape,
whoe dazzing plendors upply the ab
ent Sun; hedding a new and till more
charming Day overall the Scenes of em
bellihed Nature?
In this train of the ublimet extrava
gance, did Don Sylvio run on, telling
Donna Mergelina things beyond her com
prehenion. However, that did not occa
fion her being les affected by them: She
judged at leat, by the tone and vivacity
with which he poke them, that his di
coure mut be full of animated enti
ments; and as he knew nothing of the
tone of good company, but from Books
of Chivalry, and high-flown Romances,
and was moreover greatly prepoeed in
favour of Don Sylvio's education; he
eaily peruaded herelf, that this was the
very tyle in which People of Quality
made Love. It never came into her head
that poibly Don Sylvio might be only
-- - - laughing
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laughing at her,probable as it might
otherwie have been, andmut have ap
peared to any body ele: But in a Girl of
her Stamp, it was very natural for her
not to think of this. She litened to him
therefore, without attempting to inter
rupt him, and with greater pleaure, in
hopes that the fine things he aid to her
(and which, indeed, he could very well
have dipened with) might lead them into
certain explanations, of which a young
Shopkeeper's Lad in the Neighbourhood,
a very anti-platonick Blade, had uggeted
to her ome Ideas, in a former private
converation; Ideas, which undoubtedly
were more uited to her ardent wihes, than
the ublimet declarations of Love. How
ever, not to remain in a tate of total
ination, and to haten the moments o
much deired, he began to lean upon
Don Sylvio in a very tender manner; he
took him by his hand, and pret it to her
boom, which undulated with increaing
rapidity to her chin; and in hort, he
rolled about her glay-looking opticks o
prodigiouly quick, that they became as
electrical and glittering as a Cat's eyes in
the night.
But whether our Hero's imagination
was exhauted by the quantity of inco
herencies
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 117
hetencies he had uttered to his dear up
oed Princes, or whether there was no
illuion, extravagance or inchantment
trong enough to hold out againt the
apect of Donna Mergelina: No ooner
were they got out of the thicket, and Don
Sylvio had an opportunity of eeing a little
clearer, than, Cating his eyes upon his
companion, he tarted back with a great
cry, and in an atonihment no les terri
ble than that of the Princes Laidronetta,
when, intead of an Huband whom he
had thought more handome than the God
of Love, he found the horrid Green Ser
pententangled in her arms.
Oh Heavens, what do I ee ! ex
claimed he all confounded, what a fright
ful Metamorphois is here! Ah, thou
accued Fanfreluche,and are not theper
ecutions, which already thou hat mademe
uffer,are not they ufficient to appeae
thy unjut malevolence ? What have I
done, that, intead of the charming Prin
ces, whom I uppoed myelfembacing,
thou puttet this horrible Dwarf, whoe
naueous embraces without the benefi
cent light of the chate Goddes Luna,
might have thus converted me into a
Monter, or at leat havepetrified me, as
the fight of Meduas head once did every
beholder ?
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beholder? But think not that f will reft,
without taking vengeance for o dire an
outrage. Speak, littleMonter,tellmewhere
is my Princes? Thy life depends upon
thy anwer. I am aware of thy ridiculous
pretenions to my heart; but know, that
in pite of all the Fanfreluches, and of all
the Green Dwarfs, I will cruh thee be
neath my foot, unles thou retore my
Love this intant to my arms.
Poor Mergelina was thundertruck with
this propoition. The enraged tone of
voice and menacing getures wherewith
it was accompanied, o terrified her pi
rits, that he began to cry out with all
her might, o as to bring Donna Menzia,
and the noble Signior Rodrigo toward
them, as oon as ever the converfation
would permit them, in which they were
o deeply engaged. -

It will eaily be conceived, how much


they mut have been atonihed at what
they aw and heard, at the tate in which
they beheld Don Sylvio, foaming with
rage, and at the relation given them by
the offended Fair one, of all that had
befell her; a relation, which he did not
go through without hedding a flood of
tears: In hort, they unanimouly con
cluded, that Don Sylvio's head was turned;
who,
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 11g
who, on his part, by the harangue which
he continued to hold on, in the heat of
his frantic emotion, not a little conduced
to fix them in their opinion.
The noie and tumult created by this
Scene, oon brought all the dometicks of
the family to the place. The fun total
was, that Don Sylvio, notwithtanding a
very tout reitance for a time, was bound
hand and foot, and carried up to his
charnber.
There they undreed him, put him to
bed, and the faithful Pedrillo was com
rniffioned to take care of him ; mean
while Denna Menziabulied herelf in her
little Apothecary-hop, toprepare for him
a trongemetick powder; and thenimble
Maritormes was dipatched away in earch
of the Barber, to bleed him.

C H A P. VII.

Don Sylvio comes to himelf Converation


with Pedrillo. The addre gf the latter,
in order to elude the vigilance 9f the pre
tended Fanfrehuche.

I O LE N T as the fits were, that -


every now and then attacked our
Hero,
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Hero, they oon, however, went off;
though the principal caue of the evil was
lodged in that part of the Soul, whoe
ituation is determined by the divine
Plato, to lie between the lungs and the
diaphragm.
No ooner, then, had he been left alone
for a few minutes, than he came to his
enesagain, not a little atonihed at eeing
himelf in his chamber, and in bed.
At length he dicovered Pedrillo in a
corner of the room, who, at the firt
motion his mater made, had concealed
himelf, in a perpetual jeopardy of his
falling again into one of his mad fits.
Is it thou, my dear Pedrillo, aid
Don Sylvio, (calling him with a gentle
voice, and tretching forth his hand) I
thought Thou hadt been one of thoe
that have abandoned me : But thou hat
too good a heart to do o; nor halt thou
one day have caue to repent the having
been o affetionate to me."
Pedrillo wept for joy at hearing his
young matertalk with o much reaon
andcompoure, after having uppoed him
- frantick: he tetified his joy, therefore, by
the mot lively expreions that came next
to hand. -

* Inei
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 12

I neither comprehend, aid Don


Sylvio, what thou tellet me, nr what has
been done to me. It is not above five mi
nutes ince I was in the gardens of the
Fairy Radiante, Queen of the Salamanders:
Canft not thou tell me, how I came
hither, and who can have bound me in
this manner ? "
. O God help us! cried Pedrillo,
utterly diconcerted, what are you aying
about Salamanders, and their Queen,
whom you have no more een, than I
have een my grandmother ? Don't you
know, Sir, what has happened to you ?
But, indeed, conidering how they have
ued you, it is not to be wondered at, if
you are fallen into a Syncope I wasjut
going to carry my wallet lily out of the
houe, when I heard a great noie in the
arden ; I immediately threw my wallet
behind a hedge, and ran with all my might
to ee what was the matter, for it eemed
to me as if you was crying out; but I
came too late. Thee cured people all
in a breath, declared (aving your pre
fence, Sir, ) that your head was turned;
or to peak more properly, that you
were mad: Then they allfell upon you,
and tied you without my having the leat
power in the world to hinderit. A plague
VoL. I. G - take
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take the Racals ! I ee clearly now that
all was a lie, and that you have your five
enes as perfet as I, or any other good
Chritian."
Hear me, Pedrillo, replied Don Syl
vio,But firt of all, untie me thee
bands, for I can no longer bear them If
I had a foreight this evening that ome
mytery lay concealed under the arrival
of that old woman who calls herelf my
Aunt, I am now fully acertained what I
ought to think of her. I have een ur
priling things come to pas, ince thou
leftet me in the garden ; But here we
mut only venture toutter it in a whiper.
We are not afe in this place, and God
knows what more may happen to us, if
we do not endeavour to ecape from it,
by a peedy flight.
But how will that be poible ? an
wered Pedrillo, the whole family is till
up, and Madam (the old forceres I
mean) will be coming in a moment to
give you a powder of turpentine, as he
calls it.
What do you ay ? interrupted Don
Sylvio, a temperate powder?
Let her call it what he will, aid
Pedrillo; But I know, -were I in your
place, Sir, I would not be uch a Mad
II1AM).
Don Sylv1o DE RosAlvA. I 23

man as to take that powder. No, no, we


mut never trut the wicked. She might
jut as eaily give you Ratsbane, or the
parings of her nails, as oyter-hell
wder.
Ofthat, replied Don Sylvio, I have no
great fear; But what I am afraid of is,
let they hould give me a philtre, to in
flame me with love for that ugly dwarf,
who is either the Daughter orthe Niece of
that old Sorceres, I know not which of
the two. But I conjure thee, my friend
Pedrillo, think of ome method to en
ableme to ecape thisnight, that o I may
never more behold either the old or
young one; For, upon my honour, the
trickthey have played me, its o much at
heart, that it would be impoible for me
to be mater of myelf, if I aw them ?
But pray, Sir, aid Pedrillo, after a
hort Reverie, Don't you think this
might be a very proper Seaon for ma
dam Radamante to affift us ?If he is o
much your friend as he ays he is, why
does not fhe come to deliver us from the
clutches of this old bawd? She might at
leat end us an arial chariot, or Prince
Hobgoblins little hat, or omething like it,
and help us to get off the better. But
this is jut the way of thee Lords and
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Ladies. When you want nothing they
promie you golden mountains; Let him
trut them that will! you may be ure
they are not at home, when you have
mot need of their aitance. I will lay
you anywager you pleae, that he won't
fail to come, when we are once changed
into Scorpions or Dragons, topay us her
compliments of condolance, and throw
all the blame upon fate, or ome unlucky
jumble of the tars.
Do not talk o, interrupted Don
Sylvio; and dot thou uppoe then, that
the Fairies have nothing ele to do, but to
hold themelves always in readines to
receive thy orders, when ever the whim
takes thee to declare them ? When once
we find ourelves in uch a ituation, as
to be at a los what to think or do, I am
peruaded that Radiante will not then re
fue me her uccours. In the mean time,
it is our part to attempt even impoibility
itelf, and to chue uch means''
Huh, Huh ! cried Pedrillo, I hear
the old Sorceres, he is coming uptairs
what hall we do now ?Let's eeOh,
I have it: Turn yourelf on the other
fide, and make as if you were aleep;
There, that will do; only nore a little,
and leave the ret to me. -

He
Don SYLVIO DE RosALv A. 1 25

He had carce done peaking, when in


came Donna Menzia, with the powder,
and a glas of water in her hand. Well,
aid he to Pedrillo (who tepped up to meet
her, treading on tip-toe) how is Don
Sylvio ? I did not think it would have
took me up o much time, but
Softly, oftly, if you pleae, cried
Pedrillo, in a low whiper; my young
Mater has fell aleep within thee few
moments, and you know, Madam, one
mut not wake the leeping Cat. Ret
will do him more good than all the
wders and medicines in the world."
But has he had no new fits ince you
have tood by him? aid the old Lady.
No, Madam Fanfreluche, anwer'd
Pedrillo, looking ome times at her fore
head, then ather feet; He only had
What did you ay ! cried Donna Men
zia; and what was it you called me, you
fool ! what do youmean by it?
Oh! dear Madam, replied Pedrillo,
all in a tremor, I mothumbly beg your
pardon; it lipped from me before I
thought; Nothing more eay, Madam,
than to ay one thing for another: But
what I meant, Madam, is that you would
do well to let my Materfleep on, for,
not above half a quarter of an hour ago,
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he called out to me, Pedrillo ! " Sir !
aid I, what did you want ? Hear me,
Pedrillo, anwered he; I know not how it
is, but I am as tired, as if any body had
beaten me all over: But methinks, if I
could but leep a little, I hould oon be
better. So aying he turned himelf
round, and fell into a doze:Don't you
hear him nore ?
Yes (aid Donna Menzia, after open
ing the curtains a little,) Yes, yes,
he is aleep. I am very glad to find
him o compoed. Don't you wake him,
by any means: but if he wakes of him
elf, give him this powder: It will cer
tainly do him a deal of good. Meam
time the Barber will be come to bleed
him, for we cannot ue too much precau
tion in thee cafes. His leeping eems
to proceed merely from wearines, and I
am afraid the fever will only return the
tronger when he wakes.
Asto that, Madam, replied Pedrillo,
I think you may now go to bed very
quietly, for I am in hopes the wort is
over: However, I hall take good care
of him; but as for wakinghim, it is what
I will never do, though the Barber of
Bagdad himelf were coming. All I can
allow him to do, is to help me watch my
/ Mater;
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 127
Mater; for if unfortunately he hould
rave again, two people will not be
more than enough to hold him."
Donna Menzia yielded to Pedrillos
reaoning, and leaving her Nephew's
chamber, went to conole the trangers,
who greatly intereted themelves in the
young Gentleman's welfare, with the
news of his being better.
What a terror hat thou put me in!
(aid Don Sylvio, the moment they were
alone together) when wilt thou learn to
govern that cured tongue of thine ?
could ever any thing be more tupid and
thoughtles, than to tell her to her face,
that thou tooket her for the Fairy Fan
freluche ?
Don't be angry, Signior, replied
Pedrillo; for though it mut be allowed
I know how to commit faults, yet I
know alo how to mend them upon the
pot, and that is no mall art. It is no
uncommon cae for a gooe to loe her
egg; I mean, for the Preacher in his
pulpit ometimes to ay one thing in
tead of another. But, as I have often
times heard Madam ay, the bet General
was he who committed the mot faults,
No, no! He who bet knew howthat
is, he who, out of his faultsWell, I
G4 CannOf
128 The Adventures of
Cannot remember what it was; but,
however, I was peaking about Faults,
and this threw itelf in my way o very
oddly -

Why, ure thou art dreaming, in


terrupted Don Sylvio ; what devil of a
jargon is all this ? Thou know't that
things offar greater importance demand
all my preent cares; and yet, hat
been dinging me in the ears with thy
wretched tittle tattle. While I dres my
elf, go down, very oftly, and ee if they
are gone to bed. We mut endeavour
to get off before the Barber arrives, or
otherwie our departure will be retarded,
and then all is over with us. -

Ay, there is the thing, replied Pe


drillo. Maritormes has been gone now
above half an hour; and if he have
found him at home, we are not ure a
moment but he will be here.
Courage ! aid Don Sylvio, (who was
now almot quite dreed). Go, and do
what I bid thee ; and when thou findeft
every body is aleep, then go down by
the little private taircae into the garden;
and wait for me near the Green Catle,
at the lowet part of the wall, for it is
pretty well crumbled away there
abouts. -
- - - - - And
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 129
And have you your keys then ?
aid Pedrillo ;But no, I remember they
took from you in the garden everything
ofiron you had about you; as for ex
ample, word, knife, keys, nay and even
your cork-crew; for fear truly, that you
hould do either yourelf or ome body
elea michief."
Well, well, cried Don Sylvio, go,
and wait for me near the Green Catle;
for we have not a moment to loe.
Pedrillo obeyed, and in les than a
quarter of an hour, Don Sylvio looking
out of the window into the garden aw
Pedrillo trudging through a long alley of
Orange trees, which led to the Green
Catle. Don Sylvio was jut upon the
point of following, when he perceived he
had no word on. To go in earch of
adventures without a fword, eemed
to him an unpardonable indecorum:
Though I have reaon to hope (aid he
to himelf) that in cae of need the Fairy
Radiante will give me one of diamonds;
it would have an air of cowardice, to
think of availing myelf only of an en
chanted weapon. At length, however,
he recolleted an old fabre that ued to
hang in an adjacent room, among ome
other old iron and pieces of antiquity.
G5 This
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This abre, from its appearance, did not
eem to have been drawn ince the days
ef Ferdinand the Catholick: The weight too
of this venerable blade rendered the ne
ceity of uing it very diagreeable to
Don Sylvio: Bt as he did not know how
to manage matters otherwie, he armed
himelf with it, fully determined at the
firt opportunity to exchange it for ome
thing better and more commodious.
The great ilence that reigned through
out the houe, convinced him that all were
aleep. He went therefore full of con
fidence trait to the garden, where every
moments delay eemed an age to Pe
drillo, o great was his fear, let the
udden return of Maritornes hould dif
cover their flight. This, joined to the
dread of thatchatiementwhich he appre
hended on the part of the Fairy Fan
freluche, had driven from his heart every
other fear.
But the good Fortune of our young
knight had removed this difficulty: Ma
ritornes, either fearing pirits, or being
unwilling to hazard her genteel peron
alone in the night, had permitted her
over the groom to accompany her. In
their way this tender couple had uffered
themelves to be overtaken by the ehr G
Don Sylvro De RosAlvA. 131
of a night o educing, as at length to in
cline them to eat themelves down in a
little thicket. What hall we ay more ?
the opportunity o favorable, the lover
importunate, the fair one weak;In a
word, they conduted themelves as
Jupiter had often done before them upon
fimilar occaions: The beautiful Mari
tornes forgot he was to find out the
Barber; and never thought of it more,
till Aurora had awakened her and her
dear inamorato from their gentle lum
bers, in that ame thicket. -

G6 THE
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T . .
AdveN T UR es
- O F

Der SYLVIO DE ROSALVA.


B o o K III.

C H A P I.

The Secret Flight gf our Adventurers. A


Dipute between them concerning a Tree,
which Pedrillo takes for a Giant.
T was about half an hour pat mid
night, when Don Sylvio, after having
ent forth many an ardent figh towards
the overeign mitres of his heart, et out
on his journey to eek adventures, ac
companied by his faithful and well-fur
nihed Pedrillo. Little Pimpimp, who by
order of the Fairy was one of the party,
kipped
Don Sy Lvio DE RosALv A. 133
kipped playfully before them, and whe
ther by imple intint, or the ecret im
pule of ome Fairy, led them the ame
road on which Don Sylvio had found his
Princes's Portrait. Pedrillo had great ob
jetions to this way, urging that there was
amuch more commodious path along the
bank of the Guadalaviar, from whence
you are gently conducted down an eay
flope by the edge of the wood. But Don
Sylvio inited upon having no other guide
than Pimpimp, whom he began to take for
a kind of Fairy, or at leat ome rational
Animal. Accordingly Pedrillo aw him
elf obliged to yield, though mot violently
afraid of going through a wood in the
night, his Imagination making him ee
petres im everything he met: and what
is till wore, after having been hardly got
an hour on their way, the ky was over
preadothick with clouds, that they could
not without great difficulty, make out
their path in the wood, which was other
wie a very plain one.
This circumtance did not fail to put
poor Pedrillos Imagination into an utter
confuion. In a moment he called tomind
every tory about Spirits and Apparitions
that he had been told from his infancy;
every moment he fancied he aw ome
- - - thing
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thing upicious; trembling as much, and
perhaps more, than one of Kloptock's De
vils, at the leat noie he heard.
Why, thy teeth chatter as if thou
hadt the ague, (atlength aid Don Sylvio,
who had long oberved his agitation)
what is the matter with thee ?
Oh, dear Sir, cried Pedrillo, tam
mering and catching hold of him by the
coat; Do you ee nothing then ?
Yes, I ee trees (replied Don Sylvio)
as well as one can ee them in this ob
curity.
Heaven defend us! (aid Pedrillo, carce
able to breath)and don't you then ee
that frightful Giant coming out there,
thereto the left hand? ee howhe comes
up out of the ground! hah, how he grows
bigger and bigger! one would think he
holds out more than a hundred arms at
us: fee where he comes on." -

Why, furely, faid Don Sylvio, thou


art mad; open thine eyes again, and thou.
wilt ee thou hat taken a Tree for a
Giant; thou oughtet to die with hame.
Oh Heaven grant this be not ome
thing far worfe than a Giant (replied Pe
drillo); A Tree do you call it? Pray who
everyet faw a Tree that had arms and
thighs ?" But
CC
Don Sx Lvio DE RosALv A. I35
But I tell thee it is a Tree, thou
poor Simpleton, aid Don Sylvio ; what
thou tookeft for arms are its branches;
it eems to grow bigger, becaue the
ground on which we are walking is a
little raied ; and in the next place it eems
to approach us, becaue we approach it.
If thou art o fearful as to take Oaks for
Giants, I hould be glad to know for
whom thou wilt take the real Giants, that
we hall probably meet with by and by ?
For my own part, I wear to thee, that
all the trees of this foret might become
Giants without exciting in me the leat
fear of them.
I beg of you, my dear Mater (aid
Pedrillo) do not talk o loud; my hair
tandsup upon my head to hear you peak
at this rate. The Giants might take you
at your word: believe me, Sir, one ingle
Giant might find you o much buines as
to give you enough of it. I beeech you,
then, to avoid him, and not to irritate
himOpoor Lad that I am! this Devil
would not concern himelf to examine
whether I be innocent or guilty: he would

elf.
me topieces jut as well as your
Ay (replied Don Sylvio, laughing), I
knew very well thouwert afraid only #
y
136 The Adventures g/
thy own kin: but take courage. The
Fairy Radiante hath appointed thee my
companion; he taketh thee therefore, as
well as myelf, under her protection.
Hold up then, I tell thee once more. If
every tree in this foret were to become a
Giant, and from every leaf there prung
a little Devil, we hould till have nothing
to fear. But, in one word, dot not thou
now ee, that thy Giant is neither more
nor les than what I tell thee ? we are now
very near it ; and if that is not enough to
convince thee it is a tree,an Oak, 1 will
cut off a branch of it to give thee a de
montration." -

Ah, my good weet Sir! (exclaimed


Pedrillo, catching him in his arms), do not
o, I intreat you, for all the world: let
that alone, and do not make yourelf and
me both mierable by your rahnes.
Granting that it were now an Oak, or an
Ah; it's enough for me to have een this
montrous Giant with my own eyes. I
will not abolutely ay a Giant; God only
knows what it was: but I well know what
l aw, mind me The Devil, God help
us! is very cunning. He can as well
And dot not thou know then Pedrillo
(interrupted Don Sylvio), that I begin to
be tired with thy fooleries? Upon my
. oul
Don Sy Lv1o DE RosALv A. 137

oul, I think you want to make a Don


Quixote of me, and to peruade me to take
Windmills for Giants. Mind now, and
ee what my entiments are of thee ame
Giants. So aying, he drew his fabre,
and with one troke cut off a pretty trong
branch of the tree.
Pedrillo was at firt o greatly terrified
at this rah ation, that his fright had
nearly overet him; but as oon as he be
held it was attended with no ill cone
quences, his courage began to revive
Signior Don Sylvio (aid he), I could
never have believed you were of o de
termined a pirit: God forgive me! I.
thought you could never have been fool
enough to have attacked the Devil and his
Grandmother: but don't let us cry vic
tory too oon: only ee whether the
branch does not pout forth blood.
Take it and look; view it thyelf
(cried Don Sylvio, holding it to him;) and
now confes, for once, that thou art the
greatet oaf I ever yet aw in my life.
Tell me, then, where didt thou pick up
all thee impertinent foolih notions which
thou hat jut been uttering?
Nay, Sir, look ye (replied Pedrillo),
what I told you is not o very tupid as
you perhaps may think. I have read
many
138 The Adventures gf
many hitories in this way; and what
has happened, may jut as well happen
again: For example, I remember this
moment a Troyon Prince; I think they
called him Coridor or Iidor ; for it was
omething with a dor: this Prince was
chnged into a Cypres by a Mahometan
Enchanter; and when Pope AEneds Sylvius
ordered this Cypres to be cut down (I
don't recollet why), there came blood
out of it at every troke, and good blood
too, I aure you, and as red as any you
fhall meet with. The people were ter
ribly frightened, as you might well up
poe; but Pope AEneas, who immediately
comprehended there was ome mytery in
it, gave them orders to follow their blow.
Wellnow, and what do you think came
to pas? Why, they heard a voice, an
extremely lamentable voice, come from
it, which aid, that it was the oul of
this ame Iidor, or what you pleae to
call him; and then it told what had hap
pened to it, and how it had been changed
into a tree by that infidel Enchanter, with
out havingbeen able to make itsconfeion
or prepare itelf. Then it begged every
good Chritian Soulthat tood by, to ay
a few dozen Ave Maries, for the often
ing of its pains andtorments; and in hort
- WEIlt
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 139
went thro its upplications in o affeting
amanner, that theAudience all burt into a
hot flood of tears.
Well, Pedrillo (aid Don Sylvio, after
the Hitorian hadfinihed his narrative) as
to this matter, I mut confes thee to have
had a prodigious hare of reading; and
as for the gift of Story-telling, I'll bet my
Catle and whatever I have beides, if
there be either at Salamanca, or in any
other Village or Univerity in Spain, any
Batchelor of them all, that can dare cope
with thee. I defy them all put together,
to join a Trojan Prince with Pope Aneas
Sylvius, called Pius the IId. as you have
done; unles it be in the infernal regions,
where certainly AEneas Sylvius cannot be;
for he was one of the mot pious and
learned Popes that ever yet filled the
Holy See.
Ay, o you are pleaed to ay, Sir,
(replied Pedrillo); but, whether you peak
eriouly or no, I can aure you, (though
I have never tudied for it) I am not
afraid of any body in thee matters, let
him be who he will, tho he were a Bat
chelor three times over, or even a Dotor
of the even Faculties. "Tis not above
eight years ince I knew all the Stories in
Ovidus Nafus by heart, as well as the
Fables
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Fables in Florians Chronicles. Perhaps,
Sir, you would not have uppoed me to
have o much learning; but let me tell
you, I had the memory of an Elephant ;
and our old Curate, God bles him, often
told my Grandmother, that if I was but
put to tudying, I might very like become
a Bihop, if pleae God; or even, per
haps, a Vicar General: and who knows,
if my Lord (your late Father) had not
took me into his ervice, jut as my
Grandmother thought of ending me to
her Brother's, who wasthen Church-war
den of a Village not far from Toledo, and,
as many people aid, had great interet
with the Archbihop; who knows what
might have come about ? But don't ima
gine, Sir, for all this, that I mean to ay
I have lot anything by the change. There
is a livelihood to be got every where;
You know that I have erved you, as it
were, from your infancy, with all fidelity
and loyalty; and I am ure you will one
day make my fortune, when (God grant
it may oon be) we fhall have found your
Princes; for tho you are as noble a
Gentleman as any in Chritendom, I am
peruaded however, that you would keep
your word jut as if you were only a
Peaant."
Pedrillo
Don SYLvio De RosALv A. 14 I

Pedrillo run on at this rate a long while,


without the leat attention from his Ma
ter, who was totally aborbed by other
reflections. Pedrillo was loquacious for
the ame reaon which excites little chil
dren to fing when it is dark; for his fear
was o great, that he weat great drops
in abundance: Not a Saint in the Ca
lendar to whom he did not offer ome
vow, if he would but bring him intoday
light again afe and ound.

C H A P. II.

Memorable Adventure of the Salamander and


the Ditch.

N pite of the darknes of the night,


which increaed every minute, our
Travellers got on o far as to be pretty
nearly out of the foret; when theyper
ceived before them a very pacious field,
the fight of which gave poor Pedrillo the
highet tranport imaginable. He intantly
turned his footteps thither, and his joy
coniderably increaed, when at a ditance
he beheld a light, which he took for a
ign, that there mut be ome cottage or
farm
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farm-houe thereabouts whitherthey might
retire, and wait for the approach of
day.
But his joy was preently changed into
fear and horror, on perceiving that this
light came near him, and grew conider
ably bigger as it came. Don Sylvio, on
the contrary, had no ooner caught ight
of it, than he cried out with tranport,
Well, Pedrillo, now I hope you ee that
I have not been flattering myelf with a
vain hope, in repoing my confidence
upon the aid of the Fairy Radiante.
And what then would you have me
ee ? demanded Pedrillo.
Why, urely, thou mut be more
blind than Tireias was, to ak uch a que
tion (replied our Hero). Dot not thou
then behold the Salamander there, ad
vancing towards us in all the mot plen
did pomp of an inhabitant of the Em
rean Heaven ?" -

A Salamander ! (cried Pedrillo) where


is it, I pray? For I can ee nothing but a
Will-o-the-wip, condemned to travere
about thee places, to expiate the of
fencescommitted during his life-time.
Oh thou Sot (anwered Don Sylvio a
little vexed), will thy upertitious eyes
never behold any thing but thee chi
1I1E12US
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 143
meras which thy old hag of a grand
mother inherited for her great grandire,
and has tranmitted in ucceion to thy
tupid brain ? What thou taket for a
Will-o-the-wip is a Salamander, I tell
thee; nay more, and one of the mot
beautiful that urround the hining throne
of Fairy Radiante. Dot thou not perceive
how the locks of his hair, like curling
fun-beams, flow down his neck, that re
embles the Aurora ? Dot thou not be
hold his eyes parkling like two tars?
Andcant thou not dicern thoe wings of
azure treaked with light, wherewith in
flight majetic he cleaves the AEther as an
immortal Spirit? -

O good Heavens! Signior Don Syl


vio (cried Pedrillo, triking his forehead),
either I am a madman, or you are not
in your rightenes: may I be toed in a
blanket if, notwithtanding all you have
been aying, I can ee anything but a
little globe of fire, that moves in the air,
now forwards, now back again, and of
which I have een hundreds in my life
time : you hall call it what you pleae;
but for my own part, 1 have always heard
ay, that as to thee Will-o-the-wips
Friend Pedrillo (interrupted Don
Sylvio), if I did not pity thy implicity, I
could
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could be tempted to hut thy impudent
mouth in uch a manner, as hould make
thee remember it for ever. I hould have
thought Mr. Pedrillo might well have re
ferred himelf to me, when the quetion
turned upon what is a Salamander or
what is not. To me, I ay, who have
een more than ten thouand of them in
the Fairy Radiantes train. Once more
then, I tell thee, it is a Salamander, who
in all probability is charged with ome
commiion for me; or perhaps he may
be ent merely to hew us our way:
whatever may be the caue, we will fol
low him, and wait the ret with pa
tience.
Well then, let it be a Salamander if
you will (replied Pedrillo); you mut
certainly undertand thee ort of ublime
things better than I : You were poibly
born on a Sunday; for they ay chil
dren born then can ee Spirits at high
noon-day."
What thou hat aid (replied Don
Sylvio) is not entirely detitute of founda
tion. This may be one of thoe advan
tages with which ome Fairy honoured
me at my birth; inomuch that the Ele
mentary Spirits, who are commonly im
per
Don Sx Lv1o DE RosALv A. 145
perceptible by vulgar eyes, are not in
viible to me.
But if this were o (replied Pedrillo),
it would be neceary that I hould ee
nothing at all now: according to your
- decription of it, this Salamander mut be
as beautiful as a Cherubim. Now why
does he envy me the pleaure of eeing him
in all his plendor, and why mut I be
hold him under that terrible figure of a
Will-o'-the-w ?"
That (anwered Don Sylvio) is the
fault of thy troubled Imagination. If
thou hadt not an head already filled up
with thee Willo-the-wips, thou would't
certainly ee the ame as do. 'Tis with
thee now as to the Salamander who is be
come our guide, jut as it was before with
regard to the Oak, which thou tooket
for a Giant. -

Softly, oftly, Signior Don Silvio


(interrupted Pedrillo), pray don't touch
upon that tring; let us carry the fpunge
over it. I thought one politenes de
manded another ; and if I let your Salz
mander pas muter, you might very well
overlook my Giant: beides, who knows
whether thee two things may not have
more to do with each other than one
might imagine; for to tell you the truth,
H the
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the ground upon which your Salamander
has ledus, begins to become a little plahy
or o: I am vatly afraid, let he hould
treat us no better than Will-o-the wips
are ued to do: thee wicked Rake-hells
have no greater pleaure than to torment
poor Travellers, and lead them either into
a ditch or a bog. -

Pedrillo had hardly done peaking,


when Don Sylvio, who went on boldly,
and followed the pretended Salamander
with haty teps, funk all on a udden up
to the knes in a ditch. The moment he
heard him plahing in the water, Pedrillo
eagerly came to his aitance, which he
did with o little precaution, that he met
with wore luck than his Mater; for he
tumbled all along into the thicket of the
puddle. The lamentable cries which he
ent forth, made our Hero afraid that his
Valethad either put his foot out of joint,
or broke his thigh; accordingly he cried
to him, What is the matter with thee,
my good Pedrillo ? What makes thee ex
claim o piteouly ?" while he endea
voured to drag himelf out of the mire as
fat as poible, and as well as the length
and weight of his abre would permit him.
And where are you then, my dear Ma
ter (cried Pedrillo in his turn, with a ver
-
- doleful
Im

Don Sx Lvio De RosAlvA. 147


doleful voice); are you ftill in your own
hape, or are we now changed into frogs,
God help us! Methinks already I hear
myelf croak, unles the terror I am in has
turned my poor head:Well, well, and
o it's come to this, is it? Did not I tell
you before-hand, that this would be the
eae; now then, will you be kind enough
for the future to reflet a little upon what
I ay to you ? Where now is this ame Sa
lamander pray, with golden wings, azure
locks, and tarry eyes ? O the Devil take
him; for little does it concern him howr
we get ourelves out of this filthy mud.
The evil is not near o great as thou
imaginet (aid Don Sylvio), and though
it were ever o bad, it hall never be laid
at the Salamander's door. Why did not
we take care of ourelves ? He lighted us
ufficiently; and if he diappeared, it was
only on account of the impertinence of
thy tongue.''
Oh don't ay o (cried Pedrillo, who
by this time had crambled out of the
bog), Deuce take it! I think my tongue
has been ufficiently punihed for it,
and even more than was neceary. I
tumbled all my length in, and preently
got whole mouthfuls of liquor, which
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had not the tate of Mucadel, I can a
ure you. -

Enough, faid Don Sylvio; in an ex


pedition like ours, we mutaccommodate
eurelves to everything: but to tell thee
ingenuouly, I myelf begin to doubt.
Though I could readily wear that we have
een a Salamander, yet it is not impoible
but our enemies, who dare not ue operr
violence, may have availed themelves of
this tratagem, to et us againt the pur
uit of our enterprize. - -

If I might be permitted to peak,


aid Pedrillo, I very well know what I
hould ay. -

And prithee then, what is it thou


would't ay?
Why, that our enemies are not at all
to blame." -

And how o, Mr. Pedrillo, if you


pleae? -

Becaue I think we eem to have


been tolerably mad, to travel at this rate by
hight, and in the dark; to run over hills
and dales, break our heads againt the
the trees and then to tumble into ditches,
and bury ourelves in quagmires; and
all forboth for a fine reaon: namely,
to fly away from a little pure of a hun
dred thouand ducats, which we might
marry
Don Sx Lvio DE RosALvA. 149
marry when we would, without its cot
ing us a farthing more than a little Yes."
By what I can ee (replied Don Syl
vio), the Ditch has made a coniderable
change in thymode of thinking. But, be
fore we enter farther into the buines,
pray be o kind as to look into our knap
ack, and take me out a pair of tockings;
for thoe I have on are o wet and ur
comfortable, that l can bear them no
longer.
Well, Sir, (aid Pedrillo) you till
have more reaon to be atisfied with the
Salamander than I have; for I am o em
balmed all over from head to foot, that
it will take me at leat a whole day to get
dry again. Methinks I ee yonder a little
riing ground, where we may cleverly
it us down, and change our linen. You
ee now (continued he, opening his wal
Jet) my cares were not uperfluous; we
might have reted here with our arms
acros a pretty long while, I fancy, before
the Fairy would have brought us freh
linen. But to return to our buines:I
uppoe we are now ufficiently cooled, to
talk of our affairs pretty oberly. Would
not it be as well then, Don Sylvio, for us
to wait here till day-break, and then re
turn quietly to the place from whenoewe
3 came ?
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came ? It eems to me, lookye, as if we
had undertaken an affair that we hall
never ee the end of Upon my credit, I
had rather look for a needle in a bottle of
hay, than for a Butterfly in this vat Uni
vere ; not to mention the inconveniencies
to which one is expoed: as for intance,
thee cratches in the face, and bunches *

upon one's head; thee broken hins,


Giants, Salamanders, Ditches, and all
this for the love of what, forooth! for
the beautiful eyes of a Butterfly! All, by
St. James, that could have been done,
even for the fair Hecuba of Greece! It is
true the Butterfly is a Princes; but, look
ye, Sir, (to tell you all I think of the mat
ter, for I have always been a very in
genuous lad) there is till uch a but here,
as poils the whole affair. A Butterfly
Princes is in truth a Butterfly of ditinc
tion; but, deuce take it, a Princes that
is only a Butterfly, is even les than a Pup
pethew Princes: for when the Princes
Tacamahaca or Roabarba, with her picked
chin, tinel crown, and long train of mo
hair worked in mock filver, retires be
hind the cenes, till we find the genteel
Lolotta left, who, take her for all in all,
is at leat as good a Princes as the bet of
them, and does not make all this to do. I
hope
Don Sy Lvio DE RosALv A. 151
hope you won't take what I ay amis:
o look you, Sir, as I was going to
ay
Very well, Pedrillo, very well (cried
Don Gylvio); all this goes on wonderfully,
thou peaket like a Cicero; go on, I beg
of thee; for I am curious to know what
thou meanet to have aid, when thou hat
done. -- -

That you hall ee preently (an


wered Pedrillo), though I know you have
a mind to laugh at my expence: but it
would not be the firt time that an As
has given good counel to a Prophet
Children and Fools tell truth," ays the
Proverb. The uphot of the whole matter
is this, A bird in the hand is worth two
in the buh; and as the folks ay, Vain
wihes never gave riches. "Tis true,
Lady Radamante has promied you great
things; but promie and pay are two
things, ays John Peretta; and indeed, if
you conider right, it would be jut as if
one hould make me a preent of trea
ures that were till to eek, without
knowing where. Let them ay what they
will, Sir, would it not be much better for
us to hold what we have already ? Donna
Smergelina is a young Lady, which, by
the way, is no depiable thing: and upon
H4 my
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my concience a hundred thouand du


cats is a good round um: and if in the
end there hould be ome few thouands
les, it will poibly be .more, Sir, than
the Principality which your Princes hall
bring you in marriage is worth. Beides,
if you did but recollect, don't we all
know who this fame Donna Smergelina is ?
Why he is, at leat, certainly the niece
of the Fairy Fay/reluche; and though Fan
Jrcluche beas old and as ugly as you pleae,
till he is a Fairy; ay, and full as good
a Fairy as another ; and at one troke of
her wand, can turn all the tiles of
your Catle into rubies, if he chues.
All this is vatly fine (aid Don Syl. .
vio); but thou thyfelf haft granted that
- Mergelina is too hideous to excite
OVE. -

Well, well, (replied Pedrillo) I grant


you he is not the handomet in the
world; and yet, if you oberved, he has
a omething or other in her countenance,
Yes (interrupted Don Sylvio), as
much pimple and mall-pox as you
pleae. - -

Ah, Sir, but what is all that to the


point ? Beauty is one of thoe flowers
which very oon fade ; . beauty paes
away, virtue keeps her ground
-
n
1tte
Don SYLv10 DE RosALv A. 153
little violet has a better mell than the
proud but tinking amaranth. Beides,
Madam Smergelina is not o ugly as you
make her out. I mut confes he is, as
one may ay, tolerably crooked ; and, at
firt ight, one might fancy her to have
red hair; but when you look at it in a
certain light, it borders upon a roe-co
lour, and really does not at all mibecome
her. In hort, Sir, was l in your place,
I would do like the one-eyed man. A
hundred thouand ducats ought to ex
cue us the trouble of paying too nar
rowly; all cats are grey in the night;
and money does every thing; money
rules the werld; no penny, no pater
noter: this is my maxim, and I hall not
change it, though all the eventywie
Maters of the Eaft were to prove me the
contrary. - - - -

Don Sylvio, who, with the bet mind


in the world, was in very good-humour
this morning, took o much pleaure in
the chat of his prattling Valet, that he
let him talk on without interruption.
Accordingly Pedrillo entertained him with
a long detail of all the advantages which a
marriage with the Fairy Fayfrcluches niece
would procure him: then reckoning up the
hundred thouand ducats, and the tiles
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154 The Adventures of
to be changed by the Fairy into rubies,
he preently built as fine catles as ever
were built in Spain. In a word, by this
means he had heated his imagination to
fuch a degree, as for a good while not to
perceive that Don Sylvio was fallen into a
very ound leep. Not being therefore
Philooper ufficient to purue a oliloquy,
he at length ceaed, and, after giving his
bottle a few cordial embraces, found out
the oftet bed and eaiet poture, and
oon followed his Maters example.

C H A P. III.

In which Pedrillo is very diagreeably royed


- - jrom his Slumbers.
ONEST Pedrillo was noring his
bet, when all on a udden Don
Sylvio burt from a terrible dream which
had interrupted his repofe in the mot
diagreeable manner. O thou cured
Green Dwarf! cried he, eizing Pedrillo
by the throat, give me back my portrait,
or thou dyet this intant!
Holla! help, help, murder, fire,
help!" exclaimed Pedrillo, defending him
- elf
- Don SyLvio De RosALvA. 155
elf with kicks and fifty cuffs, when h
found himelf o unpolitely roued, with
out knowing why. *

It is my Princes, whom I demand


of thee (cried Don Sylvio again); or
ele
O by all the Devils (roared out Pe
drillo, crambling as fat as he could to
get free), is it you, Sir ? And is the De
vil in you, that you want to throttleme
o by mainforce ? Plague on't, one is not
ure of one's life with you! - -
How!what ! (cried Don Sylvio in
the utmot perturbation), is it thee, Pe
drillo ? ".

Yes, ay with a vengeance (an


fwered the other); 'tis me indeed, unles
they have made a changeling of me.
What the deuce can be the matter with
you, to fall upon people aleep in this
manner? Let me tell you, Sir, if you go
on at this rate, I am your Highnes's mot
humble ervant; let them go and look
for Butterflies that will; you won't eaily
make uch a fool of me, I aure you.
I know not where I am (replied Don
Sylvio): I now ee with my own eyes,
that thouart Pedrillo; but
Oh, cry you mercy, Signior Don
Sylvio de Roalva; your ervant! " IlS
156 - The Adventures gf
Kne truly ! You are extremely kind at
lat, to allow me to pas for my mother's
own on; but do you uppoe then that
all is aid and done? I'faith you might
have twited my neck off, before I could
have had power to ee how it was done.
Now pray, only oberve and ee how you
have ued me! Upon my life, if you treat
your friends at this rate-But I'd lay
any wager now, ome Dwarf, or Sala
mander, had a hand in it.
Well, well, compoe thyelf, my
dear Pedrillo (aid Don Sylvio), thou art
very enible I never in my life had any
intention to hurt thee: and by the life of
my Princes I wear to thee, it is incon
reivable to me, how it could have hap
pened, that the cured Green Dwarf
fhould have thus ecaped me, when I had
him in my power, and hould have put
ee in his place.
Why, look there now; did not I
tell you o? cried Pedrilo: till nothing
but that Green Dwarf! Did not I tell
ou before, that the moment we fetfoot
out of doors, the Devil would bring all
the Dragons, and Giants, and Dwarfs, and
Monters in the Univere upon our backs?
This will never be the cae by day-light,
I'll anwer for it. Oh, but, now I call
tO
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 157
to mind, Sir, Did not you ay omewhat
about the Green Dwarf? I thought he
had been changed into a Tooth-pick. Me
thinks, under favour of Madam the
Queen of the Salamanders, he is not very
trit to her word. God forgive me! I
know one ought not to think evil of one's
neighbour; but upon my concience, Sir,
I'll be hot if he does not make game of
OU.

Prithee(aid Don Sylvio very gravely),


peak with more repect of o great a
Fairy, or thou wilt one day repent it. I
tell thee now for the lat time, that I will
no longer bear the inolence of thy licen
tious peeches. Before thou had t po
ken, thou might'ft better have heard what
hath befallen me. What right or need
hat thou to determine before tho
knowet the point in hand?" -

1 did not uppoe I was committin


o great a crime (replied Pedrillo eriouly);
I thought I had ene enough to know a
crab-apple from a quince. People hall
never make me believe what they pleae;
and, begging your I am not o
great a impleton as I may eem to be. "Tis
not five minutes ago you wanted to choak
me, becaue, forooth, you took me for
the Green Dwarf. Now then I reaon in
this
158 The Adventures of
this manner: Either the Green Dwarf is
a Tooth-pick, or he is not a Tooth-pick.
If he is not a Tooth-pick, the Fairy
has you know what: but, if he is a
Tooth - pick, then how the Devil can I
reemble a Tooth-pick? Now lookye,
Sir, this is an argument, I hope, that no
thing can be objeted to; and I could
only be glad to know how you will be
able to get over it?
Opeacods take thee ! aid Don
Sylvio miling, what, dot thou pretend to
meddle with Dilemmastoo? If thou goet
on at this rate, nobody will be able to
cope with thee. However, only allow
me to peak in my turn, and then we
hall ee the better how to manage the ar
gument.

C H A P. IV.

How wonderful are the Effects gf


Imagination !
EDRILL0 having promied to mo
derate the intemperance of his
tongue, Don Sylvio began his tory in the
- fol
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 159
following manner: No ooner hadt
thou fallen aleep by my ide -
Hold there, Sir, (interrupted Pe
drillo) for, with your permiion, how
could you know this, when you was aleep
long before me, while I watched you?
Thbu-keepet thy promie wonder
fully well, aid Don Syvio. Wilt thou
be kind enough to iet me peak without
interrupting me ? I hall never have
done if I am to anwer all thy imperti
nent quetions. I tell thee I was not
aleep, and let that content thee.While
I lay thinking of all that has happened to
us, I beheld a Sylphid before me.
A Sylphid! cried Pedrillo, topping
hort, and taring to oberve his mater's
COUntenallCe.

Yes, a Sylphid (replied our Hero


with great compoure), and the mot
beautiful too, that ever was beheld by
mortal eye. Don Sylvio (aid he), [
know whom you are eeking; come with
me, I will lead you to your Mitres; I
am an old friend of hers; but I cannot
do you this pleaure, without having ome
interet in view. Oh, beautiful Syl
phid (cried I, throwing myelf at her
feet), there is not that thing in the world
which I would not do for thee, totetify
- my
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my gratitude, o thou wilt but fulfil thy
promie." What I ak of you is but a
trifle (replied the Syphid); come firt, and
ee your Princes: we hall ettle about
theret. Upon this he took a roe from
her boom, and threw it on the ground:
All on a udden this roe was transformed
into a chariot of rubies, in the hape of a
conch-fhell, drawn by twelve birds of Pa
radie of incomparable beauty. I eated
myelf befide her, and in a few minutes
we decended into a place the mot de
lightful that Imagination can conceive. I
hould never have done, were I to attempt
to give thee a decription of it.
Oh! Sir, aid Pedrillo, pray don't
let that trouble you ; if the decription is
a little of the longet, o much the better.
I could willingy liten to you all day
without eating a morel, o much do I
love to hear you tell a tory.
Figure to thyelf then, continued
eur Hero, an immene plain, in which
the magick of ome Fairy had colleted
together all the charms o boated by the
Poets of Tibur and Tarentum, of Thea
han Temp, and the delightful groves of
Daphne; enchanting thickets, ilver treams
flowing in wild meanders; meads em
broidered with flowers; walks of orange
trees;
Don Sylv1o DE RosALv A. 161
trees; little lakes urrounded with myr
tles; bowers of jamin, and roes of a
thouand dyes.ln hort, everything that
can be imagined, in a place conecrated to
pleaure and to love. Troops of young
Nymphs, lightly dreed, were een, kip
ping like fawns amidt thee myrtle hades,
or dancing over thee tranporting fields
with the Gods of Love, or bathing their
nowy limbs in grottos, where endles
filence reigned.
Well, Signior Don Sylvio interrupted
Pedrillo), it mut be confeed you were
born under a very happy contellation.
O brave! long live the Syphids, ay I;
why this is quite another thing, from thoe
Dogs of Salamander, that are good for
nothing but to lead one into a ditch! But,
pray, why did not you take me out upon
this ame party? But this now is jut your
way. When any agreeable cheme is
going forward, nobody thinks of me.
Patience ! continued Don Sylvio;
no one can be reckoned happy before
his death," aid the Sage Solon: this eems
to be my lot too, detined at every turn
to experience the fat to my orrow.
Having, then, turned my view on all ides
of this charming cene, I perceived a
Nymph feated in a hady bower, and
play
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playing with a Butterfly, that fluttered
about her, fatened by a thread of gold.
O Heavens! what did I feel, on behold
ing this to be my adorable Princes; for
it was the very ame blue Butterfly that
we hunted after ! And is it thou,
young Gentleman (aid the Nymph to
me), who, under the protection of the
Fairy Radiante, hat undertaken to dien
chant the blue Butterfly. Yes, beau
teous Nymph (I replied, "Tis I, ready
to acrifice toyou even life itelf. Nay
(interrupted he), I do not ak o much;
if thou cant prove to me that thou art
Don Sylvio de Roalva, the Butterfly is
thine.Oh peak (returned I), ay in
what manner thou would'ft have me
prove it; too ure am I, that he whom
thou eet before thee is my own indi
vidual elf, to uffer me to fear that pro
bation, whatever it may be.Shew me
then the portrait of the Princes (aid he),
thou mut have it, if thou art Don Sylvio ;
I require no other proof than that "Ah,
my dear Pedrillo, hcw wretched am I !
where, at that fatal moment, was my Pro
tetres the Fairy Radiante ?I gave her
the portrait; but no ooner had he got it
in her hands, that I beheldHeav'ns,
how hall I have power to tell thee!
With
Don Sylvro De RosAvA. 163
With horror I beheld, intead of the
beautiful Nymph, the Green Dwarf be
fore me That little hunch-backed mon
ter could not contain himelf for joy. He
leaped up into the air, turned and turned
the portrait in his hands, gnahed his
teeth againt me, and then, grinning hor
ribly a contemptuous mile, he cried, At
length, then, I have what I o much de
fired! Know, thou impotent rival, that
none but the poeor of this portrait is
capable of retoring to the Butterfly her
pritine hape. I now have them both in
my own power, and thou hat no more to
hope. Go, and thank the ectacy of
tranport in which thou eet me, for uf
fering thee to ecape with life. But be
ware; remember what I now tell thee. I
hall mark thee cloely, and if thou hence
forth preumet even to think of thy
Mitres, thou art a dead man!
Figure to thyelf, dear Pedrillo, the
rage into which this dicoure, and the a
pet of that hideous Gnome, holding the
portrait of my Mitres in his clutches,
mut have put me.I intantly fell upon
him, truggled, fought; firmly reolved,
either to loe my life, or tear from him
that image of my dear Princes.
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The deign was good and laudable
(aid Pedrillo), but pray what occaion
was there to bring me into the fquabble,
and that too jut when throttling was the
word?" -

That (replied our Hero), is what I


cannot comprehend: I fought the Dwarf,
as I was telling you; and jut as I was
upon the point of trangling him, thy ex
clamations and my own eyes hewed me,
it was thou who laidt truggling under
my hands. The Dwarf had diappeared,
and I found myelf in the ame place from
whence the Nymph had taken me.
Well (aid Pedrillo), and praythen
what became of the Sylphid?
The Sylphid (replied Don Sylvio), mut
have diappeared the moment we fet
foot to the ground, for after that I aw
no more either of her or her chariot.
Why this is the devil of a tory (cried
Pedrillo , it begun o well, that upon my
oul 'tis pity it hould have ended no bet
ter. But, pray now, might a poor fool
like myelf only be permitted to ak you
a fingle quetion: you really then, Signior,
do believe that all this really happened
to you.
And why not (anwered Don Sylvio):
there is not the leat room to doubt it. I
WAS
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 165
was broad awake when all this fell out.
I aw it with my own eyes; heard it with
my own ears: I had the ue of all my
fenes: and therefore I mut have been
awake; and if o
Ay, ay, that now is exactly the que
tion (replied Pedrillo), I would not po
itively ay o much; but though you are
o particular and o odd, as not to uffer
one to fuppoe that you might dream as
well as other good folks; yet I know
but however I won't ay it; and yet I
think what I think.
Thou imaginet, Pedrillo, that this
was only a Dream; I could wih it were
fo with all my heart. But
Look ye, Sir, continued Pedrillo, we
hould make a ditintion in everything:
when you had the Apparition of the Fairy
Radiante, I at firt thought you had only
been dreaming, till you hewed me that
rich jewel, and the portrait which he had
given you; and then, indeed, there was
abolutely nothing to be aid againt it.
What the eyes fee, the heart believes.
Now, if you could only let me ee a ingle
feather of one of thoe birds of Paradie,
that drew your chariot, I would give it
p; but, bles my heart! what need have
we of all thee pros and cons. You have
-- , : the
166 The Adventures gf.
the jewel till and always about you, the
fame which you aid the Dwarf had to
len from you. Only look under your
doublet, and you will again find the Prin
Princes in the ame place where he
uually is - -

Oh, a miracle ! (cried Don Sylvio,


finding in reality the portrait onhis breat,
where he commonly ued to put it). Thou
art right, Pedrillo; thanks to the kind
protecting Radiante, I have it; do but
ee here!" -

Sir, aid Pedrillo, for once, methinks,


you do the Fairy rather too much ho
nour; and I'll venture any wager you
will, though I have nothing to loe, that
the Green Dwarf has een the blue But
terfly and the Portrait, only jut as much
as I have een the Pope. Here, Sir, you
have been leeping, and everything has
appeared to you in a Dream; at length
you waked, and then caught hold of me
by the throat.O my concience, I think
you might as well have dreamed that part
of the tory, as all the ret. And I wear,
the next time you are dipoed for leep
ing, I hall be kind enough to remove
myelf at leat two hundred yards from
you. I have no deire to ufferpunih
ment waking, for what a Dwarf hall be
pleaed
Don SYLy1o De RosALv A.
-
-
167
pleaed to do with you while you are
aleep. -

It might however have been pretty


difficult to bring Don Sylvio into his com
panion's entiments concerning this ad
venture; but Pedrillo, who for this once
found himelf on the right ide of the
quetion, never left off till he had brought
his Mater to confes, that he himelf
found it hardly poible to conceive how
the Green Dwarf hould o oon be de
livered from his condition of a Tooth
pick. At length they both agreed, that
the whole had been nothing more than an
Illuion, which Don Sylvio immediately
put to the account of the Fairy Caraboa,
who, as he aured Pedrillo, was an inti
mate friend of Fanfreluche and the Green
Dwarf; and then concluded, that this
Lady, not having it in her power to hurt
him immediately, had taken a malicious
pleaure in diturbing his mind, and
rendering his journey painful and un
leafant.
Pedrillo was atisfied with thee reaons,
and both of them et off walking and chat
ting, till the great heat of the day obliged
them to take fhelter in the wood, and en
joy the benefit of its hade.
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C H A P. V.

In which the Hiory returns to Roalva.


HE faithful Author of this ingular
ard pleaant hitory, finds it abo
lutely neceary to interrupt for a moment
the thread of his narrative, in order to
inform the Reader of what paed at Ro
/ava Catie during the aboveperiod.
Poor Mariornes (whom we left leeping
with her faithful Pyramus under the pro
tetion of the Nymphs and Fauns, when
fent out after the Barber) no ooner
waked than he aw day-light appear: im
mediately he called to mind her having
been deputed to find out Mater Blas the
Barber; at firt he began to conider
what he hould have to ay, if they aked
her the caue of her delay: then not being
able to hit upon any plauible reply, he
fell to tearing her fair golden locks, and
raied uch a mierable outcry as preently
awakened her Lover, who demanded the
caue of this depair. What is that all,
my little Honey (cried he, as oon as he
had told him the grievance), I'll oon find
you out a remedy. I know Mater Blas
very well; he is in love with a certain
young
Don Sylvio DE RosALvA. 169
young girl, a handome, plump, roy
thing that lives at a farm-houe, about
half a mile from his village. She is the
farmer's own daughter; and as Blasplays
well on the guittar, as every body allows,
there does not a night come, but he is
under her window, thrumming and inging
away, ready to plit his lungs. You have
nothing ele to do then, but to go to him
this morning, and tell him that you was
there lat night, but could not find him:
then you hall bring him with you, and
tell Madam that you had expres orders
to tay for him, and that you was de
termined not to come back, without bring
ing him with you, or omething of that
ort. But take care now, my little dear
Maritorne, not to play or trifle with him;
for, lookye, Mater Basis a jolly fellow,
that loves to make free wherever he can,
and I hould not much like that, not I.
You undertand me, don't you ? Pox take
him, I don't undertand trifling in thee
matters. -

Maritorne, now perfetly conoled,


fpared no pains to aure her lover, and
make him eay on this head. The latter,
on whom the morning had the ame in
fluence as the evening, convinced her, by
new proofs, of his tendernes, how de
erving he was of her love and fideli
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ty; but, apprehending the riing un
might becomejealous of their happines,
thought fit therefore at length to retire
from her embraces, and betake himelf
very quietly to his tables, where, for want
of better, he commonly repoed upon
half-mouldy traw, and a few rags of the
mule-coverings, in company with two or
three hores, that had more the appearance
of keletons than of thoe animals.
It was near fix o'clock in the morning
when Donna Menzia waked. The expec
tation of that happy epocha (at which, in
conequence of the good opinion he en
tertained of her own charms, he flattered
herelf with being waked much more
agreeably) brought to her mind the acci
dent that had happened to her Nephew
the day before ; an accident which
threatened her amorous ardour with a
very irkome delay. She therefore roe
up, wrapped herelf in hernight gown,
and hatened immediately toher Nephew's
apartment, to ee how he had paed the
night. She tared about her to ome pur
poe, as may well be uppoed, not eeing
the leat traces either of Mater or Man.
After having therefore ought for him in
every hole and corner, he aembled the
whole houe, who were filled with con
ternation at the news of this diappear
- - dIlCC
Don SYL v1o DE RosALv A. 171

ance of her Nephew and Pedrillo. Thoe,


who have ever loved as Donna Mergelina
loved, will be able to repreent to them
elves the grief which rent and ditracted
her tender heart, at receiving uch un
expected tidings. Kind, good creature!
She would infallibly have wooned away,
had not her uncles arms, and her pre
umptive aunt's Eau de Luce, come in
very opportunely to her aitance. No
thing was to be heard for a long while -
but groans and lamentations. Mrs.
Beatrice, who, having long had very
erious views repecting Pedrillo, had
moreover flattered herelf with holding
no mall hare in his friendhip, was the
only one who would not believe that
they had ecaped. You will certainly
find them, aid he, in ome part of
the garden, or ele in Don Sylvios green
Summer-houe, where he commonly
paes the morning."
At this ignal every one ran into the
garden, dipering themelves round on
all ides; then they made a trit earch
among all the hedges and buhes, ran
facked the kitchen-grounds, and at length
not finding any body, they began their
inquiries anew. Maritorne, who with
the Barber was jut now arrived, mixed
herelf with the ret of the eekers, and
- - I 2 Carried
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carried it on as naturally as if nothing
had happened. She had likewie taken
the precaution to make ure of the Bar
ber, by certain little intances of com
plaiance, with which he thought he had
not too dearly purchaed the advantage
of ecaping reproach. There was no
want therefore of people to look out;
yet all was equally to no purpoe. Ac
cordingly, after having over-run the
garden, the grove and park, till noon,
they at length found themelves obliged
to return to the catle as they came.
There Donna Menzia convoked all the
company into the great hall, to delibe
rate upon an event as melancholy as
unlooked for. Several quetions were
intantly brought on the carpet at the
ame time: every individual reaoned
differently, and formed his own conjec
tures; and as they all poke together,
the noie became o great that they
could not hear one another. At length,
however, Signior Rodrigo exerted his
authority o powerfully, though with a
deal of trouble, that after a general
ilence it was reolved to hear every
body ditintly, and to talk one after
the other. Every poible expedient,
every imaginable cheme, was preently
exhauted. Firft, Signior Rodrigo in
. particular,
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 173
particular, a great diputant in his pro
feion, and who had moreover one of
the finet bas voices in the world;
then mater Blas, the Barber, who, for
the volubility of his tongue, merited to
be the Dean of his faculty, ditinguih
ed themelves o well, that the eions
lated till two in the afternoon. But
when the time came for putting matters
to the vote, and then for proclaiming
the concluum, a new tumult aroe: every
one maintained his own entiment, and
after Mrs. Beatrice and the Barber had
put themelves to all imaginable pains
to retore tranquility and good order,
they at length concurred in the concluum
following; That no one could conceive
what was become of the trayed heep." But
as it was now near three o'clock, and
every body was hungry, it was unani
mouly reolved, That firt and before
all things, it was neceary to dine;" and
that in the enuing itting, it hould be
enquired into, What was to be done next
in this critical tate 9f things ? -

Our Spanih author, who, as being in


the train of a certain well-known mini
ter of his nation, had made a tay of
ome years in G***, takes the liberty
on this occaion, to divert himelf at the
- I 3 expence
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expence of certain fmal republicks, for
hc pretends to have oberved, that the
deliberations in Donna Menzia's hall,
exactly rcembles thoe which you meet
with amongt them ; and that it was
even a copy of their manner of treat
ing publick affairs. It mut be confeffed,
the anecdotes which he cites are hardly
alculated to give us any great idea of
the republican tate: but we are to re
collet, this is a Spaniard's account of
things, whoe whole liberty confifts in
the prerogative of wearing two or three
pair of large fpetacles upon his noe,
and of itting at his door Cros-legged,
picking his teeth, and dofing as long,
and dreaming as profoundly as he
pleaes. From uch an one we are not
hkely to gain a very exat etimate of
the advantages of political liberty, any
more than of its inconveniencies. How
indeed could this fame man, o dazzled
with the pretended grandeur of his na
tion, and of his king, be able to make
an obervation like the following, viz.
That it often requires more dexterity
to regulate the complicated prings in a
little tate, compoed of freemen, than
to command half a world of flaves ? "
We all know how far prejudices may
- & be
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 175
be carried, even from the cae before us,
and conequently, if Don Ramiro de Z,
imagines that he has repreented to us
the tate of uch little Republicans, in
this deliberation at Roalva, we, in our
turn, might oppoe to him certain ex
amples drawn from great Monarchies;
in which, after a variety of conferences
and profound debate, the influence of a
waiting woman, a player, or a buffoon,
has prevailed over the confummate fa
gacity of cores of men, with large perri
wigs and long cloaks, a-la-mode d'Epagne.
Be this however as it may, I appre
hend nobody will blame the Tranlator,
becaue his patriotick pirit would not
allow him to tranlate a paage, which
the enviers of republican felicity might
poibly have turned to ome improper
ue. A regard for our country is a
duty that ought to extend itelf even
to our minutet ations; and if he only
can merit the name of a good citizen,
who is content with the preent tate 9f his
republick, we can never blame that horror
which prevails in little tates at ever
thing that can be called Political Satire;
for with good reaon is that horror en
tertained. Far from us, therefore, be the
ideas of wihing, though but for a mo
4 1I1CIlt,
176 The Adventures of
ment, to interrupt that noble repoe,
that gentle flumber, in which our coun
try is buried in this repet. Let Don
Ramiro have oberved what he pleaes,
we hall till wrap ourelves up in our
patriotifm, bite our lips, and fit down
contented.

C H A P. VI.

A Brea/a converation. Don Sylvio's


Jealouy.
OT a little fortunate was it for
our adventurers, that uch wie
delays governed the deliberations at Ro
falva. We left our hero and his faithful
Pedrillo in a wood, whither they had re
tired for helter from the hot noon-day
fun. They had not proceeded far, when
Pedrillo, in conformity with the enti
ment of Aclepiades and other kilful
naturalits, repreented to his mater, that
when folks travelled in a morning there
was nothing better than to take a good
breakfat, epecially if they wihed to
ecure a uccesful journey. Don Sylvio,
having no good reaons at hand to op
poe
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 177
poe this remontrance, Pedrillo choe
out a commodious pot for them to it
down. He then opened his wallet, and
took out a large pie, which Mrs. Bea
trice had brought from Xelva, but for
a very different purpoe.
Don't I dicover in your looks, Sir,
aid Pedrill, ome little atonihment
at eeing this pie. Oh, that good Mrs.
Beatrice ! She'll make large round Os
with her eyes when he finds her bird
is flown. But you ee now what it is
to be clever, and keep good company.
If Mrs. Beatrice had not wihed me well,
we might have been forced to content
ourelves with a bit of bread and a
handful of habby filberds.
And was it he then, that gave
thee the pie," aid Don Sylvio ?
No, not jut o neither, (replied
Pedrillo. But yeterday evening, ycu
mut know, when he went into the
pantry, he made igns to me to follow
her, and we talked together a good while. -
In hort, I mut own to you, I want to
teal akis of her, for I have always heard
our old Curate ay, that giving a kis
was but a venial in: he, however,
turned away her head in uch a hurry
that I mied her mouth, by at leat a
- I 5 foot.
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foot. But ifaith, it was not very much
out of luck, for I tumbled jut upon a
place where her handkerchief was half
open, and I'll aure you, Signior, it
was ofter than velvet, and as white as
the driven now. She grumbled at me
indeed, as you may uppoe, and I
think, gave me a little lap into the bar
gain; but I oon pacified her, for in
token of reconciliation he gave me this
piece of eed-cake, and then we trifled
away and chatted together a good while
longer, for 'Tis opportunity that makes
thieves, you know, and Mrs. Beatrice is
not near o great a prude as you would
take her for by her looks. Whatever
he may make believe, he loves a little
romping for all that, take my word for
it. Well, and then he hewed me this
pie, and then ome other things that he
had brought from Xelva to treat our
trangers with. I fixed a longing eye
upon this ame pie the moment 1 aw it:
and now, Sir, only do you gues how
I got at it; you would not have thought
me o dextrous, I'm ure. But mark
me, Signior Don Sylvio, though I may
be imple enough, I am not quite an
oaf, and were it to give you a pleaure,
I could even go to Kome, God forgive
me!
Don Sylvio DE RosAlvA. I 79

me! and teal the Pope's lipper, if it was


neceary.
Well, but how did you manage it
then, aid Don Sylvio, for certainly he
mut have taken the key of the pantry
with her, and put it in her pocket.
Even o, anwered Pedrillo; but
one finds a remedy for everything but
death. As oon therefore as every body
in the houe was aleep, I tole away
very oftly to her chamber door, clap
ped my ear to the key-hole and liten
ed awhile, and, when I heard her nore
1 opened the door gently, and went a tip
toe to her bed-ide ; though the room
was as dark as a dungeon. At lat,
however, creeping and groping about, I
found out the bunch of keys which he
commonly carries at her girdle, and
took myeif off with them very quietly.
Now then, you know the whole ecret,
for as oon as I had once ecured the
keys, the pie could not long ecape me.
Ods bobs! I pocketed away to ome
tune; and to convince you that I have
forgot nothing, continued he, lugging a
bottle out of his knapack, ee here !
Do but tate this Alicant Wine, and if
it is not as good as you ever drank,
l')
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1'll engage to drink nothing but water
with the geee as long as I live.
Here Pedrillo made a great paue, but
his grinders were not a whit the les idle
for his not talking. In hort, he ac
quitted himelf o well, that almot be
fore you could look round you, the
pie found itelf les by above a third;
nor did he forget to pay his hearty and
frequent repects to the bottle, always
drinking to the health of Mrs. Beatrice.
This at length put him into uch high
good-humour, that he began to ing and
whitle like a Black-bird. Huzza !
cried he, lifting up the bottle and turn
ing it round and round, long live the
Fairies and enchanted Princees! Ad
zooks, what a pleaant life is this ame
hunting after adventures! But i'faith
one ought to have a good well-tuffed
wallet too.
Well, but how now Signior, what's
the matter with you ? Why you have
not a bit of good-humour about you.
You neither eat nordrink; pray what
ails you ? Come, come, deuce take it ;
hang orrow and cat away care; let us
be gay o long as we are not married,
who knows when we hall have uch
another jovial batch. "Twill be time
enough
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 1 81

enough to be ad when this vadus mecus


and our bottles are empty.
My good Pedrillo, cried Don Sylvio,
thou art in the right to make thyelf as
merry as thou canft; but don't con
cern thyelf about Me. I am heartily
pleaed to ee thee o gay; thou wouldt
not be o wert thou in my place.
But why not, Sir, and pleae you ?
what new gad-fly has tung you now ?
Ah, Pedrillo ! replied our young
knight, how can I forget the great
ditance at which I tand from the dear
the ineflimable objet of my vows!
What obtacles, oh what infurmountable
obtacles have I not in all probability
till to overcome? I can affure thee, if
the promies of the Fairy Radiante did
not upport my courage, the ideas which
at preent ditrat my mind, would, I
really think, drive me to defpair.
God, and our lady of Guadaloupe
preerve us, cried Pedrillo, how you do
frighten people! But ince thee are
nothing but thoughts, why don't you
drive them away ? Why, pox take it,
this is jut what they call plaguing ones
elf for mere fun. Look ye, Sir, I am
hearty and well you ee; I have no
cares nor Pains, and o kong as I Ut
182 The Adventures of
but enough to eat and drink, I'm as gay
as a lark, and give myelf very little
trouble about what to-morrow may bring
forth.
Tell me, I. prithee, replied Don
Sylvio, heaving a deep figh, how can I
be in good humour, or at all compoed,
while my dear Princes is wandering
through the world - in the hape of a
Butterfly, which perhaps of all the hapes
in creation, is the Inot dangerous for
my love. -

Dangerous do you ay, Signior ?


And pray how can that be ? what danger
can there be in her being a Butterfly;
for you yourelf have told me that he
has nothing to fear from the Grows ?
The Fairy flattered me indeed, con
tinued Don Sylvio, that the Princes
loved me: but who hall inure me that
an inclination, which, properly peaking,
was but the iue of a flying moment,
will retain its hold in her heart againt all
thoe fnares. -

Oh, the plague take all enchant


ment, interrupted Pedrillo , are you
dreaming Sir, or do you know what you
ay ? How can the hape of a Butterfly
be a dangerous hape, or how can you
be afraid of any nares laid for her heart,
while
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 183
while he continues to be a Butterfly ?
Never ince the hour I was born did I
hear uch things. O' my concience he
feems to have been quite in the right,
who faid, That to fall in love and to
run mad, were the ame thing. Jea
lous! what then, and would you he
jealous of the Butterflies who might
poibly approach her under that form?
Adzooks! what a droll idea! He! he!
he! why this is jut now for all the
world, as if you hould turn jealous of
the fleas kipping under her petticoat,
when he is turned into a real Princes
againHe! he! he!
Hear me, my friend Pedrillo, repli
ed Don Sylvio very gravely, I have ob
ferved a good while that thou art mighty
deirous to play the buffoon; but be
pleaed to take notice, There is a
time for all things, and nothing in the
world can be more diagreeable than
people that crack their jokes out of ea
on. Tell me, haft thou ever read the
hitory of Prince Little Page, or that of
the Prince gf the Iland gf Perpetual
Spring?
. Of Prince Little Page? replied Pe
drillo; no, on my concience I don't
- know
- -s
184 The Adventures gf
know him, and it is the firt time I have
ever heard his name."
Why, then, you know nothing
about the Iland 9f Butterflies neither ? "
continued our hero -

The Iland of Butterflies did you ay?


Pray is not that allone, as if one hould
ay, the Iland gfwinged Caterpillars?
Yes, anwered Don Sylvio, in one
ene it is. Know then, that thee But
terflies are a ort of winged Genii, per
fetly reembling in hape and beauty,
the little Gods of Love, or the Syphes;
They are moreover of o amorous a com
lexion, but at the ame time o volatile
and o incontant, that they are always
fluttering about from one object to ano
ther. No ooner hath uch a Butterfly
worn an eternal fidelity to one Fair, but
he is intantly upon the wing to tell a
econd, he is the ole objet of his ardent
love. In a word, the ame day, nay,
often the ame hour, ees their flame
kindling, blazing, burning, and extinguih
ed; and carce have they tated happi
nes with one, when in the ame moment
their love and their memory evaporate
together.
Well, cried Pedrillo, this is a droll
way of making love: and o then, the
Butterflies cantalk?
But
Don Sylvio De RosAvA. 185
But I do not tell thee that they are
common Butterflies, but a pecies of
Sylphes, who, as a certain Arabian na
turalit oberves, are the tolen fruit of
love, between a fair young Sylphide, and
a youthful Faunus. That upernatural
beauty, that perpetual youth, and ethe
rial agility with which they are endued,
- comes to them from their mother's fide,
as from their father's they inherittemeri
and incontancy.
Good lack!Well, now I call to
mindI know now what you are talking
about, cries Pedrillo. Ay, ay, I have
een ome of this ort of little winged
boys in the great piture that hangs in
Madam's cloet: you mut remember it
too, Sir; it repreents the loves of Florus
and Zippora. "
Thou art forever puzzling names,
Pedrillo: Thou mean't to ay, of Zephy
rus and Flora. "
Yes, Signior, that is what I meant
truly; it did repreent Florus and the
beautiful Zeppora. She is beautiful in
deed, upon my word. I never could
have courage to look quite full at
that piture; for our Vicar ays, it is a
in to contemplate upon fuch ort of
thingsBut I know what I know; what
peaks
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peaks for itelf does not want an inter
preter; and between ourelves, Signior,
the good Vicar is not made of the mot
bahful tuF, and it would not be much
amis if he was to begin the reformation
with his own peron. Pray now can you
gues who I found him with by chance
a little while ago, for upon my word it
was not deignedly ? Why, with our
fat Maritornes, and it was not to reheare
his Breviary, believe me Signior! I hall
fay no more, for if it were to be known
it might make michief, and then one had
better ee nothing at all. All that I
mean by it, Signior, is only that the fact
is very certain, and that you may take
me at my word. But I tell you before
hand, if you hould think of mention
ing a word of it, I tand to nothing;
not a yllable, trut me if the que
tion was to be put to me, aye or no ?
For, i'faith it is not good to know too
much about thee fort of gentlemen.
You take me, Signior.
But what then hat thou een ? de
manded Don Sylvio.
Oh no, pardon me, Signior, I am
ahamed to tell you, anwered Pedrillo.
As it was Marttornes 'twas rather too
unuch; but if it had been Mrs. Beatrice
- Enough,
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 187
Enough, enough, aid Don Sylvio
bluhing, I don't want to know any
more. But what did it thou mean about
the piture ? "
Ay, true, about the piture:Why,
if I remember light, Yes, 'tis o: I
told you, mind me, and I'm a rogue if
it is not true, that I never could find
courage to look teadfatly at it. How
ever, I jut aw that it eems to repre
ent her a bathing. Only fancy to your
elf then, that he thought herelf alone,
and that it was in the heat of ummer.
In hort, he is as naked as the back of
my hand, and then look ye, there is her
lover Florus, fitting upon a cloud, look
ing at her as earnet as if he could eat
her up with his eyes; and then comes a
vat ight of thee little boys with Butter
flies wings, fluttering about her, and cat
tering rofes.
Good, interrupted Don Sylvio; but
thou mut know, that by the power of
an enchantment, under which they are
held by love, whoe indignation they
have brought upon them, thee Butter
flies loe their hape as oon as they raie
themelves above the iland where they
were born. In hort, they become wing
cd Caterpillars, or at leat appear o, be
- caue
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caue nothing of their former hape re
mains but their wings. Under this hape
then they mix themelves among the true
Butterflies, and enjoy at pleaure certain
privileges, which even a vetal could not
find it difficult to grant to thee little in
nocents, not thinking that their irreiti
ble propenity to gallantry has already
often rendered them more dangerous
under that hape than one hould eaily
conceive. For, as they can talk
Talk ! interrupted Pedrillo; that
mut be very droll if it be true. By St.
James a Butterfly talk! I could only
wih to ee one that knew how, and I
promie you I would get as much money
by it, in les than a month, as would buy
me all Valentia, if the king had a mind
to ell it. So then, at lat I perceive,
Signior, where the hoe pinches you.
Well, truely you are much in the right,
for o'my concience, a Butterfly that can
talk, and is a Sylph too, and before you
can look round you can change himelf
into a handome young fellow, is not a
matter to be laughed at. There is always
a poibility that the princes may get
acquainted with one of thoe little whim
ical young devils, and then they might
crcep under a buh together and be oci
able
Don Sx Lvio DE RosALv A. 189
able all the live long day; and then one
word follows another, aid the good coun
try-girl, and then by degrees they come
a little and a little nearer each other, and
then you undertand me, Signior; I
han't tell you all that might happen after
wards. But we are all poor inners; and
this poor thing would have nothing more
to do than to forget, for a moment, that
he was your mitres, and then we hould
ee fine doings.
If I did not know, cried Don Syl
vio in a rage, that thou art the mot
prating fellow in the world, thou hould
pay me with thy blood for that un
bridled licentiounes with which thou
haft dared to fully the virtue of my in
comparable Princes.
I mot humbly beg your pardon,
Signior, aid Pedrillo, retreating ome
teps back at every word; I wih I
may be hanged, if I had any uch wicked
intention as you lay to my charge. You
make yourelf angry at every little word
I ay. Bles my oul, One cannot wah
a cloak without wetting it; Ods bobs, you
either are jealous, or you are not: if you
are jealous, you certainly mut have good
reaons for it; and if you have none, what
a deuce can make you pretendtojealouy?
- & If
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If I am jealous, as thou art pleaed
to call it, replied Don Sylvio, I am o
only of her heart; not that I feared he
could be capable of a tep which might
render her virtue upeted. She is
detined for Me; I have the Fairy Rad
ante's word for it, and the Princes knows
he can never be other than mine. I
am therefore ecure of her peron, and
hould detet myelf, if the leat hadow
of a upicion could enter into my oul.
Our peron is always in our power, but
not o our Sentiments; another may be
mater of her heart, and I myelf might
only poes her beauteous peron.
May I be burnt, Signior Don Syl
vio, if I comprehend a yllable of all
you have been aying, interrupted Pe
drillo. What can you mean, with your
Heart, and your Peron, and your Senti
ments. Ods bobs ! when I have her
Peron I have her Heart, and when I
have her Heart I have her Peron too,
one can't go without the other. Lookye,
Signior, I don't at all undertand thee
fine high-flown notions; but I reaon in
this manner, as, for example ; If I had a
wife that did not love me with all her
heart, my forehead would itch terribly
if he was virtue itelf. He who has
- - OI1CC
Don Sylvio DE RosALv A. 191

once got the heart of a woman, dye


ee But hark! what a deuce is
that ? Huh,what a noie ! Don't
you hear omething, Signior ? "
No; and what dot thou hear ?
It was a noie that came out there,
on that ide; jut there, out of thoe
buhes -

Perhaps it was ome bird "


Grant Heaven, Signior, it may not
be ome bird of prey. I hear no more
of it now, though: But what was I
aying? Oh, we were talking about
your jealouy ; well, and then I told
you Mercy on us! there's the ame
noie again! Ah, powers defend us!
what is that which comes there? God
help us, it is a She Dwarf, Sigrir ; 'tis
a Hobgoblin!
Silence, thou poltroon, whipered
Don Sylvio, as he tood looking to make
out the objet which had thrown Pedrillo
into o terrible a conternation I ee
now what it is; 'tis a Fairy.
A Fairy, do you ay? Yes, truly,
one of thoe Fairies that ride through
the chimney to the Devil's meeting on
Sundays, mounted upon a pitch fork.
A Fairy! yes, tis as much like a Fairy
as I am like the Grand Turk.
Stop,
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Stop, Pedrillo, and do not talk at
this rate. It is very poible this may
be one of my Fairy friends. The mot
beautiful Fairies have ometimes appear
ed in the form of hideous old women,
in order to ee what repet hall be
paid them under that external em
blance.
Ah, now I ee what it is, cried
Pedrillo: He! he! he! 'tis a Gypey,
Signior, only look at her, that's all. *Tis
a Gipy I tell you, no doubt ef it, and
he comes jut in the nick of time to
tell us ome good fortune,
Have a care what thou ayt, Pe
drillo, aid Don Sylvio in a low voice:
It is a Fairy, I tell thee; at leat it is
poible he may be one, and in that
cae it is better to take the uret way.
Let her be what he will, we will treat
her as a Fairy, and then we can run
no hazard.
During this converation, the uppoed
Fairy came up to them. She was neither
more nor les than an old hump-backed
Fortune-teller, that had her reaons for
trolling about the neighbourhood, and
found herelf at leat as much urprized
as our adventurers could be, epecially
when he perceived a young gentleman
- with
Don Sx Lvio DE RosALv A. I93

with o noble an apect as Don Gylvio,


trudging it a foot, and equipped in o
ingular a manner.
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C H A P. Y vII. -

Adventure with the GG Fortuneder.


AS oon as the Gypey was come
near them, Don Gylvio roe uP,
faluted her very civilly, and aked her
if it were in his power to render her any
ervices. -

Saint Barbara! cried the old hag:


what can uch a handome well-made
young nobleman as you are be doing
here in the Wood? Surely you mut
have lot your way, or perhaps you may
be in earch of
Aha! Madam Gypey, interrupted
Pedrillo, none of your curioities, if you
pleae; We did not ak you what you
was ecking after ?And pray who told
CDU -

yo. Silence, thou blundering racal!


cried Don Sylvio, cating at him a look
full of fury and indignation. You had
reaon, my good mother to be urprized;
VoL, I. but
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but as, it eems, you are not ignorant of
the caue which led us hither
Heigh day! Grandmother, cried Pe
drillo, for now the fumes of his Malaga
had begun to operte not a firtle in his
brain; You know-how to tell fortunes,
don't ye ? Come hither; look me this
Gentleman in the hand, and tell me
whether he has got a lucky phyiogno
Il p" - - -

%. I have no need of his hand for


that, replied the old woman, I ee it
in his eyesAh, my modet roy-faced
young gentleman, 'tis but early days
with you, and yet you already know
what love is, I warrant you. Ha, ha,
ha! you bluh Sir. Have not I gueed
it now?
Pox take ye, you old Goip! cried
Pedrillo; you ee that in his eyes? o then,
I uppoe you ee, by the ame rule that
the Princes he is in love with, is a But
terfly; hey?"
A uj -

cried the Gipey, Hi, hi,


hi! very fime, truly ! O' my concience
I believe 'tis a true Butterfly: Has it got
wings already, my young Squire; Hasit
akfght, ihfiajknownBu.
terflies of this fort too; there was a
time when I kept a good tock of them
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Don Sx Lvio DE RosALv A. 195


in my cage at Seville, believe me. Bu
I fancy from your beating about here,
that he you are in earch of is fled
away. - - -

Why, mother, aid Pedrillo, one


would almot think you know more of
the matter than we do ourelves. But pri
thee now, ince you have een o much
in his eyes, you will ee more till in
his hand,at leat they have always told
me o. Give her your hand then, Sig
nior, if you pleae: Look me there,
Granny; what do you ay to thoe
lines?" - - -

Upon my honour, anwered the


Gypey, it is a beautiful white hand.
Harkye, my pretty Sir, if you put a
ducat into this beautiful white hand, I'll
tell you uch good fortune as hall charm
- ou,
z A ducat ! cries Pedrillo, very fine
truly, Grandmother! Prithee now, have
not you been drinking a drop too much
this morning? A Ducat indeed! If you
had aid a Real, lookye, one mightpoi
bly have talked with you:But, in hort,
we want none of your preditions; for,
ye ee, we know everything that we
need to know. - -- --

Ay, but you don't know all neither,


replied the old woman; who knows
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what hall happen hereafter ? You are
not yet come to the end of your adven
tures, and o far as I can ee
Here, here's the ducat, my good
mother, aid Don Sylvio ; let this chat
tering fellow alone; 'tis an honet lad,
but he does not often know what he is
talking about: you mut not mind his
nonence."
My dear pretty Sir, anwered the
Gypey, you are o kind and o oblig
ing, that by St. Ignatius, there is not that
thing in the world I would not do for
you, were I but what I have been intimes
pat: There was a time, believe me,
when I made no contemptible figure:
but you ee, old age will teal on in pite
of one's teeth. However, it does not
hinder me from remembering the day
when I was called the genteel Gypey
girl, and the young gentlemen of Toledo
diputed who hould give me the firt
erenade. To tell you the truth, I made
lute and guittar trings dear, and I'll
aure you it rained pitoles and onnets
for me at the ame time. -

Well, well, aid Pedrillo, we don't


trouble our heads about a few Serenades
you may have had a hundred years
ago, while the devil was a little boy
and you had all your teeth in your
head.
Don Sy Lvio De RosALv A. 197
head. But to the point in hand, if you
pleae; you have got our ducat, and it
is but fair we hould have your bargains.
Your hand, Signior
Only one little ducat more, my dear
Sir, cried the Gypey, and then I will
tell you uch a fortune, that you could
not wih for a better.
Well, here, aid Don Sylvio, hold
ding her the ducat in his hand, while
Pedrillo could hardly contain his choler.
'Tis a beautiful hand, as I aid jut
now, a very lucky hand indeed, young
gentleman: He! he! he! did not I tell
you now ? you are in love my little ho
ney, are not you ? Nay, nay, you need
not bluh, my good Sir, you are exatly
at the right age. Ah, that Love is a fine
thing. Heigh day! how is this? let us
ee; you are in love with a weet pretty
little girl, a charming young maid
A witch! upon my oul, a witch!
cried Pedrillo; he is a charming crea
ture indeed, and as mall as a wax doll
into the bargain. - - -
** A youjg adyvery young, but a
little flighty or o.
Ay lighty, indeed, aid Pedrillo,
for he flies it over hedges and ditches
the devil
er...
himelf can't follow
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No matter for that, we grow older
every day. However, he loves you
too.An't I right ?
Oho, that now is jut what we
would wih to know, for we have ome
little upicion; or as one may ay
Hold thy prating tongue, cried Don
Sylvio; cant not be ilent a moment?
What did you ay ? he loves ano
ther, continued the Gypey ? O the
wicked little creature! love another ? that's
a pity; but this is the way with thee
young girls. They that do but tell them
fine things, and chatter and flatter away,
are ure to make the beft of their
time with them. Yes indeed; he loves
another! I'd venture any wager it is one
of thoe ugar-lipp'd Jack-traws, thoe
Butterfly things, that fly and buz about
every flower and never top at any. .
Holla, madam Gypey, aid Pe
drillo, oberving his materturn pale at
thee words, you tell us more of the
matter than we wihed to know.
"I is enough, exclaimed Don Sylvio,
pulling away his hand let me go, my
miery is determined: he hath even read
it in my hand.
Nay, but what does all that ignify,
aid Pedrillo, o long as people can't ee
it upon your forehead.-Harkye, Gran
- aMl,
Don Sylvio De RosAvA. 199
dam, let us talk of omething ele. Pray
what do you ay to my hand? here's
two reals, and I fancy j
make you
ee fine things"
Upon my word, cried the old wo
man, after looking at his hand a mo
ment; well, what a trange planet were
thee young people born under! Why,
I protet you are both of you as amo
rous as o many parrows! Out upon it!
Here are five or ix wives at firt fight,
all upon one line-. -

Five or ix wives? why you are


raving fure; you meant to ay Girls:
what a devil would you have me do with
many wives?
Oh, whenever you have too many
you may hare them with your neigh
bours, aid the old woman; they won't
die upon it, believe me. I hope you don't
pretend to have a pretty wife to yourelf
alone I'faith, I ee one of them there in
your hand, who I think bids very fair
for procuring you ome friends.
How, what ! can you ee in my
hand the peron I am thinking of this
minute?" , . . . . . .
Undoubtedly, aid the old woman.
: Well then, we hall ee. Is he talk
or hort, old or young, plump orthin ?
Anwer me that, mother.
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She is neither over tall, nor over
hortGood Nor is he very young
nor very oldAdo! And he is, as
one may ay, rather plump than thin.
Is it not o ?
God bles me But pray how do
you manage to ee all this in my hand ?
And o then you can ee thoe large black
eyes?"
Yes, urely, and fine black eyes they
are, ay, and very weet and bewitching
ones too; yes, yes. Black eyes, black
hair, and teeth the whitet and prettieft
that ever mouth was filed with. Now
an't I pretty near the mark?
Near ? a peacods take it, why you
know as much as myelf. But come-a
fine boom, hey. -

Oyes, that's of coure. But if the


taylor had not
How! what do you ay about the
taylor. There you are mitaken, I pro
mie you. No, no, no taylor if you
pleae: no, faith, if that were all the
difficulty you hould oon ee her rank
with the firt Infanta in the world, believe
me. But what do you ay to her little
feet, are not they very genteel? do tell
me. And then the legs?indeed you
can't ee them by reaon of her pe.
bUt
Don SY1.vro DE RosALv A. 201
but you may trut me for that; no
Turner could make 'em better.
You are quite right, he is a charm
ing little creature by my troth, finihed
from top to toe; but o much the wore
for you, young man. : - 3

But why o?" --- -

. Afine quetion that, truly! You'll


know why, I can tell you before-hand;
you'll know what it is to have a pretty
wife, he'll only plant omething there,
a little above your eye-brow; remember
'twas Ithat told you: he'll plant ome
certain things for you, mind me. I hall
ay no more."
Nay, s'death, cried Pedrillo, me
thinks you have explained yourelf clear
enough already. She will plant me ome
thing there indeed: what, you mean to
ay, he will fix horns. -

I will not poitively ay Horns, but


however, omething there will be,omer
thing that will et your forehead an itch
ing, mind mea few Sprouts or o. In
hort, if thou ever hat a houe of thy
own, I advie thee to get the doors made
as high as poible, for one cannot be
too careful in thee caes. But I am
loing my time; I think I have now told
you enough for your money, and you
ought to be atisfied: buines calls me
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away. Adieu, my young gentlemen,
till we meet again.
So aying, the Gypey left them. Her
departure left poor Pedrillo in a cruel
dilemma, and he knew not what to think
of it. Oh, the devil, cried he, run
ning towardshis mater, who had thrown
himelf down at the foot of a tree in a
fit of the keeneft vexation, if this old
humpbacked orceres is not a Fairy, Sir,
as you faid jut now, it is the devil
himelf peaking by hermouth. There
is certainly ome magick or other in all
he has been telling. How could he
know that you was in love with a Prin
ces, and that this Princes is a Butterfly?
And then, as to Mrs. Beatrice, has not
he painted her out to me as naturally
asif he herelf had made her?and yet
today is certainly the firt time fhe
ever aw us in our lives. What do you
ay to it, Signior ? for my own part, I
confes to you I hould be afraid of
going mad, was 1 to think of wihing
to undertand more of this dark af
fair. -

Don Sylvio, aborbed in the profound


et meditations, paid no attention to his
fellow traveller's harangue: at length,
however, his clamours all of a fudden
reuzed him as from a lethargy. Hear.
- Im G,
Don Sylvio De RosAva. 2og
me, Pedrillo, aid he, I will tell you.
my entiments of this advanture, and
I am ure that I am not deceived.
But what is become of the old Gypey?"
She diappeared, Signior, I know
not how. I only turned my head to
look t'other way, and in that moment of
time he became inviible. -

Pedrillo, continued Don Sylvio, I


own to you I was not immediately
capable of upporting the uneaines int
which the news of my Princes's infi
delity had thrown me. At firt this
circumtance did not much diturb me,
for thy own indicretion had ditated it
to her. But this particular detail of the
Butterfly, to whom I have been acri
ficed, too trongly confirmed my former
fears to uffer me a moment's further
peace; and yet, ince I have better re
fleted on all he aid-for full well dy.
I remember every word, joined to ths
tone of voice and look with which hg
fpoke, I am the more peruaded that the
mock Salamander, the with wh9m.
I travelled in the morning, and this old
Gypey, are all but one and the ame
peron, and that all thee apparitions are
nothing but wicked artifices by which
my enemies eek to divert me from my
delign. In a word, I have not a mo
- -
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204 The Adventures f
ment's doubt of this old Gypey wo
man's being in reality, the Fairy Cara
boa. One thing is certain; fhe had
exatly the ame figure which hitory
gives that Fairy, for he was hort,
hump backed, and had quinting, blear
ed eyes, and a warthy countenance.
However, be that as it may, I am firmly
reolved not to uffer myelf to be tag
gered by all thee artful wiles. No,
divine Princes! continued he, with an
elevated tone of voice, looking at her
portrait and kiing it tenderlyNothing
hall ever make me capable of tifling
that pure immortal flame which thy
heavenly beauty hath kindled in my
heart! I will love thee till, how cold,
incontant, or faithles oever thou may'ft
be to me! But whither am I going?
Cured be the idea that repreents thee
faithles, after what the gentle Fairy our
protetr, hath tetified of thy tender
Hesforme! Ah me! perchance at this
moment thou art lot in ome deart far,
far remote, whither thy orrows and thy
detiny have tranported thee There, per
haps, thouart repoing thyfelfin the bo
om of ome new-blown roe, inviible to
my fight, watering it with thy tears, and
fighing that I have foraken thee ! But
good heavens could I be bae enough
tO
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Don Sylvio Be RosAlva. 205
to forake uch excellence ?No, charm
ing mitres of my oul, not death itelf,
under the mot terrible form in which
the cruelty of our enemies could drefs
itnot death itelf hould prevent my
hade, animated by deathles love from
puruing thee everywhere, following
thee through every cene of being, and
without envying the Gods their pheres,
incefantly eeking in thy breat its perfet
elyium! - -

Don Sylvio uttered this pathetick apof


trophe with uch rapidity of peech,
and in o tender an accent, accompanied
with uch affeting emotions, that tears
tarted into the eyes of poor Pedrillo,
who had been litening with the utmot
attention to his mater, gaping and
taring at all he aw, and unable to
comprehend a yllable of what he heard.
Upon my oul, Don Sylvio, at length
he cried, wiping his eyes, You have a
very urprizing gift at melting people's
hearts. How is it you manage t fay
uch fine things, and what can it be you
have got into your head?Pox take
it! if you were a paron and preached
in this manner who could help crying
to hear you ? O' my concience, there
would be tears enow to drown the
congregation: I know not what I would
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not give to be able to keep uch things
in my head as you have been talking
of, and yet I think I have kept ome
of themuch as the new-blown roes,
and booms watered with tears, and im
mortal hadows; and then you mixed it
with omething about the pheres and
gods, and omewhat or other about love
and St. Elizabeth. I'll be hot if I can
comprehend how you are able to put
uch things together. But to come to
the point " - .
True, true, interrupted Don Sylvio,
our firt care hould be to eek the blue
Butterfly, Pack up bundle and let
us be going. But I ee here is more
than one path into the wood. Prithee
- where is Pimpimp ? methinks I have
not een him for ome hours -

This quetion was like a thunder


clap to Pedrillo, who uddenly called to
mind, that ever fince the adventure of
the ditch he had taken no thought of
Pimpim. However, not being fure but
his mater might look upon o great a
negetas unpardonable, he boldly a
ured him that the dog could not be far
off. I carried him all night in my
arms, aid he, for the poor little beat
was o tired that he could go no further.
He was here this morning when the old
--- WOman
Don SYlvio De RosALvA. 207
woman came I'll call him; he cannot
be far off. So aying, he cried out with
all his might, and his mater joined the
chorus. This done, they begun a diligent
earch after him, but with jut as little
ucces as the Argonauts, when they
ought the beautiful Hylas, whom the
Nymphs had carried off and concealed
in their Grotto beneath the briny deep.
Running through buh, through briar,
and along the hores, Ah Hylas Hylas f
with uch din they cried as made the
foret and the hores refound. In vain,
for now was Hylas fat-locked in the
arms of the mot beauteous Nymph, and
neither heard nor litened to their cry.
Such was the cae now, only with this
difference, that Pimpimp at the time,
intead of the arms of a Fairy nymph,
found himelf in the gripe of a vile old
Gypey, who, after taking leave of our
travellers, met with him half dead with
fatigue hunting for his mater, and finding
him genteel and pretty, took a fancy to
kim and commenced his guardian.
Don Sylvio was extremely afflited at
this new diater, which damped his
fpirits to uch a degree as almot to
cool his courage for further atchieve
ments. Pedrillo had no great difficulty
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to peruade him that the Fairy Caraboa
had tolen Pimpinp away: but it was
not quite o eay to divert him from a
thouand extravagant reolutions ugget
ed by his depair. -
This might poibly have been the
lucky moment for Pedrillo to have made
his mater the propoal of returning to
the catle ; but ince his late converation
with the paty and bottle of Alicant, his
thoughts had, in ome meaure, taken a
different turn. At preent therefore, he
had o little notion of going homeward,
that he would rather have been orry if
Don Sylvio had hit upon that expedient.
To ay the truth, Pedrillo always truted
to the time preent; his thoughts one
way in the dark, and another in broad
day-light; his ideas in a foret left him
generally in the open plain, and his
entiments, while wallowing in a ditch,
were prodigiouly contrated after a good
breakfat. In this repet Pedrillo was
another Seneca, and the difference be
tween him anda Philoopher, conited
merely in his not giving himelf the
trouble, byforce of reaoning, to form
his contraditions into a ytem. Ac
cordingly he diplayed all his rhetorick
to prove to his mater that there was
noharm done yet. Pimpmp, ays he,
will
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 209
will find us again when we leat expet
him; leave him only to Madam Rada
mante; who knows what view he may
have in letting him diappear ? We mult
always hope for the bet, Signior, the
bad comes oon enough of itelf: and o
let me tell you once for all, your friend
the Fairy, as a woman of honour, is
bound to keep her word, and ooner or
later we mut have our Princes, and
then a fig for them all, ay I.
This emphatical harangue a little
oothed our diconolate hero; and a
freh breeze jut then coming from the
ea and bruhing through the wood, o
tempered the ultry air that they reolved
to continue their journey for ome time,
under the pleaant hade of the urround
ing trees.
-

c H A P. vIII.
Wearied in puruit gf the Blue Butterfly,
Don Sylvio falls gleep, after taking a
: rural repg.
UR Hero having no other end in
this wonderful excurion, than
that of catching the Blue Butterfly, it
will eaily be imagined that almot every
23. Butterfly
21 O The Adventures gf
Butterfly he met with on the road drew
his attention. -

One would have thought, as Pedrillo


himelf remarked, that the Fairies Fan
freluche and Caraboa had given the ignal
for all the Butterflies in the univere to
aemble and dipere themelves in this
fame wood. From every buh there
iued dozens of them, and our Knight,
every moment thinking he aw his Prin
ces, took a fancy not to reft till he had
eaught it. Pedrillo followed him with a
pox! and a plague! at every tep, but all
in vain; nothing would do but to ac
company his zealous mater. 1 -

At length however, after having cour


ed it like mad folks fortwo hours, and
fatigued themelves till they could hold
it no longer, they dicovered that thee
cured Butterflies had been only laugh
ing at them - They had, indeed, already
a quantity ufficient for a complete cabi
net colletion of yellows, reds, greys,
flame-coloured, pinked, potted, varie
gated, treaked, and peacock-eyed But
terflies: in a word, Butterflies of every
colour and of every kind, but not one
that poke or was a Princes. . .
Signior Don Sylvio, at lat exclaimed
Pedrillo, quite out of breath, and throw
ing himelf at the foot of a tree, I can
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Don Sylvio De RosArvA. 211
run no longer; I wih the devil had all
the Butterflies excepting your Princes,
and then we might have ome hopes of
finding her; for to tell you a bit of my
mind, if Madam Radamante does not
help us better than he has done yet,
I'll fairly give up the chace.
Pedrillo, my friend, replied Don
Sylvio, half tifled for want of repira
tion, I am o tired that I can hardly
tir me : look, I beeech thee, and ee
for ome convenient pot where we may
ret ourelves; I'll tell thee my thoughts
when I have more power and breath to
peak. -

Then only go a few teps further


if you pleae, aid Pedrillo, unles you
have not trength enough left to walk
thither; I ee there's a fine pot upon
the turfthere behind thoe olive trees,
you may look all the country round and
not find o clever a reting-place.
"Twas a pot indeed, even more beau
tifully ituated than it eemed at a di
tance to promie; for on one ide it was
urrounded with hedges of white and
yellow roes that formed a kind of na
tural alcove, and where it tood open
you were preented with the view of
meadows bepangled with flowers and in
terected by a hundred little erpentine
*- rivulets
21 2 The Adventures gf
rivulets, whoe borders, enriched with
fruit trees on both ides, exhibited to
the enchanted eye a Paradie in minia
tUre. -

What a charming cene, cried Don


Sylvio, recovering fpirits at ight of this
elegant encloure; one would think ome
Nymph or Fairy had this moment pro
duced it on purpoe for our reception.
But if thou lovet me, go and get me a
bottle of water from the rivulet that runs
between thoe roe buhes, for I am ex
ceively dry and weary. So aying, he
threw himelf upon the green turf, whoe
tender verdure afforded him a ofter
couch than down or velvet. * - -

Pedrillo returned in a minute with his


bottle. Animo ! Signior Don Sylvio,
cried he, ee here's water in abundance,
ard what is better till, there are two
more bottles of Malaga Wine left in my
wallet. We hall drink them with o
much the better Got, as they have cot
us more time to get at: Come, come,
here's to our Princes's health; med
lars grow ripe with time and traw.
Courage, Signior; there's no harm done
yet; 'tis not four and twenty hours ince
we et out, perhaps it would be better
for us not to make o much hate. Deuce
take it, we know what women are m
OI,
- - - - -
-

Don Sylvio DE RosAlvA. 213


of. I'll lay you a wager, if we were to
go on quietly, eating and drinking well,
and make as if we thought nothing a
bout her, he'd come preently of her
own accord and put us in pirits again,
jut like that Shepherdes, who, to fly
from her beloved Shepherd, went and
hid herelf in a cave. Who the devil is
to be a greater gainer by the bargain
than herelf? Do you uppoe then, that
he would rather continue a poor blue
Butterfly than to be a Princes, and your
wife to boot? Let them believe it that
will. So that you ee there's no harm
done yet, and therefore, let's be ga
while we may, in pite of all the cured
Caraboas. Come, come, Signior Don
Sylvio, tis eating and drinking that keep
life and oul together; let us eat then and
be thankful: who knows but we may
dine with our Princes to-morrow in a
catle of alabater, and have our table
erved up in dihes made out of a Rain
bow ?"
"This fine exhortation of Pedrillo's was
o powerfully upported by the example
hefet, and by our hero's being pretty
hungry, that, if we may be allowed to
make ue of a Janenitical expreion, it
was of neceity attended with an irreiti
ble effet, : - * - Y.

- - Don
214 The Adventures gf.
Don Sylvio on this occaion experi
enced the iutnes of that remark of the
age z who in one of his books,
now lot, aerts, that a pound of white
bread, a cold pie, and a bottle of Malaga
wine, to a peron of a good appetite, and
who has not eaten for ome time, are an
infallible remedy againt all orts of vex
ation. The courage of our heroin
creaed therefore, in proportion as the
volume of pie and quantity of wine di
minihed. The vivid pirits of the wine
in a hort time diipated the black va
pours which had over-clouded his brain,
and by degrees, pleaant ideas, miling
propects, and oothing reveries uc
ceeded; inomuch, that at length the God
Morpheus took poeion of his enes
without the leat occaion for a grain of
poppy; and after having tretched him
along in a gentle lumber upon the ver
dant gras, gave order to the Zephyrs to
perfume him, from time to time, with a
delicious odour of roes.
Pedrillo followed his mater's example,
after taking the precaution to place his
peron and his dear knapack behind a
buh, at leat thirty paces from his
mater, where he judged himelf in afety.
Our readers, probably from the nar
cotick virtue of our narrative, may find
- themelves
Don Sylvro De RosALv A. 215
themelves in the ame ituation with our
travellers. That we may not therefore
hinderthem from keeping thee fleepers
company, if they chue, we hall here
make a hort paue, and take breath for
the enuing chapter. -


- +

c HA P. Ix.
The Freilig Adventure g/ this Boot.
P EDRILL0 waked after a nap of
about two or three hours; when
finding himelf perfetly refrehed, he
aroe, quitted his couch, and went to ee
what was become of his mater. But
how great was his atonihment at the
fight of certain peronages, who preent
ed themelves to him on his nearer ap
proach ! A prude, who leeping in a
verdant arbour, tates thoe pleaures in
her dream, which waking he contemns,
could not be more atonihed on rouing
from her flumbers, to find herelf in a
bold lovers arms, than was Pedrillo, at
ight of two young ladies, who, being
partly concealed by the roe-buhes, tood
near his mater, and eemed to behold
him with the mot attentive contempla
tlON. . -

They
2 16 , The Adventures gf
They were both of them habited like
Shepherdees, both of them eemingly a
bout ixteen or eventeen years of age, and
both of them o beautiful, that Pedrillo,
was for a moment in doubt, whether
they might not poibly be ome of thoe
Nymphs or Sylphids that uually appeared
in viion to his mater: Am I dream
ing, aid he to himelf, or do I fancy
myelf awake, or do I ee with my own
eyes? Oh, we'll know that preently;
'tis only pinching my cheeks or arms
Ay, ay, 'tis all right, I am myelf I'm
re; 'tis o.Yes, yes, they are my
own eyes too; let me rub 'em as long
as I will they till hew me the ame two
beautiful Creatures, if uch they be. But
I could almot fancy they are Fairies,
and the finet too that a man hall ee in
a ummer's day.
Upon this he begun to tare at them
anew, with open eyes and wide gaping
mouth, and knew not when to leave
off. The more he urveyed them the
more was he confirmed in the opinion,
that in the whole coure of his life he
had never met with anything o fine.
One of the two was taller and more
genteel than the other; he appeared
to be not above eventeen, or between
that andeighteen years old; was dreed
4 all
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 217
all in white, and intead of natural
flowers, wore mall ones in her hair
compoed of diamonds. The plendor
of her jewels, however, was effaced by
the lutre of her eyes, while the white
nes of her neck and arms urpaed that
of her dres.
Pedrillo, dazzled with o much finery,
no longer heitated to conclude that it
mut be the Fairy Radiante herelf, and
what confirmed him in the idea was to
ee two pages a little way off o martly
decked out and hining in ilver, that
he could not fail taking them for Sala
manders At that intant, all the little
doubts, which from time to time had arifen
in his mind concerning the real exit
ance of Fairies, and of coure, their
whole hitory, diappeared. Nothing
now was more certain to his imagination
than the exitence of a Butterfly-Princes;
and the Fairy's appearance, (upon which,
as he firmly believed, the unravelling of
this romance totally depended) was
a full conviction to him that his young
mater would oon be triumphant over
all the Dwarfs and Dwarfefes in the
world, and at length become the hap
iet Prince upon earth.
Full of thee flattering ideas, he ap
proached them, though trembling, and
VoL. I. L perceiving
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perceiving that they talked to each other
he topped hort cloe beide them, con
cealed by a buh, and holding his breath,
litened to them with great attention
with the curioity indeed of a young
Faunus, who privately decries two
Nymphs buied in fixing upon the pot
where they intend to bathe themelves
the night following.
You mut confes, aid the
hortet of the two, who was a pretty
Brunette, and made poor Pedrillo's heart
leap and rattle about at a trange rate
as he poke; you mut confes you can
not behold this young man without be
ing moved. How handome he is ! what
beautiful ringlets of hair ! what a charm
ing countenance ! what a mixture of
roe and lilly! upon my honour I don't
think Endymion was o pretty as this
young leeper. Could not you be tempted,
Madam, and don't you feel ome little
inkling of a deire to be his Diana ?
Why urely thou art mad, replied
the pretended Fairy, what an ideais
that! and yet I own to thee, Laura, he
is really handome. But what if he
hould wake ? our bet tep will be to
et away.
You are right, Madam, aid the
hort one, with a malicious faucy ,
OM
Don Sylvio DE RosAlvA. 219
for what buines have we here? you
know, he may wake every minute,
and what will he think to ee us tand
ing here, and as buy in looking at
him as if we had never een a pretty
roy-faced young lad in our lives be
fore ?
But till I could wih to know who
and what he is, anwered the Fairy.
His figure and garb bepeak him ome
thing above the common run'
Oh! yes, I warrant you, aid the
Nymph; if a Carmelite iter was in our
place, and had found him at the foot of
this roe-buh, as we have, he'd at
leat have taken him for a little St.
the Baptit, unles, indeed, he had
uppoed him a little Angel. -

But who can he be then ? I don't


know in all this neighbourhood
Very true, Madam; you have been
here almot a month, and your antipa
thy to thee ruftick gentry has not yet
allowed you to make any acquaint
ance among them; excepting the licen
tiate Don Gabriel, whom you knew be
fore at Valencia, and my Lord, your
brother. You convere with none, I
believe, but the Nightingales in your
park, and the Lambs in your fields."
L 2 Don't
22O The Adventures gf
Don't talk o loud, aid the lady, I am
afraid every minute of his waking, and I
would not for all the world he hould
fee us. But tell me, Laura, can you
conceive what can have brought hither
a young man all alone, that eems to be
of ome diftintion ?"
He is not o much alone as you
may think him, fair ladies cried Pedrillo,
who could no longer contain himelf,
when he found that the Fairy was a
dame of fahion, and the Nymph a
kind of waiting-woman.
The little terror into which this alute
threw our Belles, not eeing at firt from
whence it came, oon diappeared upon
their dicovering Pedrillo, who, in pite
of his unplendid equipage, was a lad
of an happy phyiognomy, and uffi
ciently well haped to have tempted a
much more prudih girl than the fair
Laura eemed to be. - -

I ee, continued he, you are very


curious to know what kind of a bird is
this ame young mater of mine, he that
you ee leeping there : but you mut
give me leave to be ilent on that head,
for 'tis of no mall conequence to us to
keep a certain old aunt of ours from
knowing what is become of us. There
is ome mytery in the cae, mind me;
and
Don Sy Lv1o De RosALvA. 221

and yet, to fuch handome young ladies


as you are, if you'll promie to keep the
ecret, I think I might very well opcn
the budget; for, upon my concience,
you neither look like neices nor aunts of
the Fairy Fanfreluche.
Pleae to explain yourelf a little,
my friend, aid Laura, (accompanying her
words with a look that Pedrillo did not
uffer to pas unnoticed) but be quick, or
we hall be afraid of waking your mater.
Oh, don't let that trouble you, re
plied Pedrillo; he did not cloe his eyes
all lat night, and when he is once got
aleep, the ky might fall without waking
him. He leeps now from downright
wearines, for only ince yeterday even
ing we have travelled at leat four and
twenty leagues. - -

Four and twenty leagues! and a


foot too ? cried Laura, eemingly ato
nihed."
My pretty young lady, aid Pedrillo,
one travels very fat when Fairies are
one's guides. You go off without know
ing how, and have frequently got to
the ditance of ome thouands of leagues,
before you can perceive you have chang
ed your place. -

Indeed! cried Laura? Butpray what


do you meanby having Fairy guides ?
L 3 : Why
222 The Adventures f
Why faith! Mis, that's a puzzling
kind of a quetion, which cannot be an
fwered in a moment; but to make it hort,
between you and me, we are eeking out
after a Princes, or more properly peak
ing, a Butterfly, that my mater is in love
with; and when we have found her, my
mater is to change her into a Princes and
marry her. This is the whole affair,
lookye, but pray be ilent about it, I beg
of you. We mut be upon our guard
againt certain Dwarfs that fancy they
have pretenions to our Princes, and
might knock our cheme at head perhaps,
if they had the leaft notion of what we
are about.
Well now, - Madam, faid Laura,
turning to her mitres, what do you ay
to this ? did you ever hear any thing
like it before ? "Twould puzzle a con
juror to trike out a fancy half o ex
travagant. -

But who then is thy mafter ? de


manded the lady.
Oh, as to my mater, Madam, he
is certainly one of the bet, and the mot
generous, and good natured in hort,
Madam, he is one of the learnedet and
bravet noblemen you hall meet with
in all Spain, take my word for it; and
I think I ought to know him, for I was
- brought
Don Sx Lvro DE RosALvA. z 23
brought up with him, and what is more
ftill, he and I are foter-brothers.
Very well, interrupted the lady,
but I only want to know his name;
who do you call him?
Hisname, Madam, faid Pedrillo, is
Don Sylvio de Roalva, at your ervice:
his catle is but three little leagues from
Xelva. He is Don Syvio, as I aid be
fore, and his father's name was Don
Pedro de Roalva; he was one of my god
fathers, and for that reaon they gave
me the name of Pedro ; but when I was
only a little one, they called me nothing
but Pedrillo, and o they do till to this
hour, and Pedrillo I will be o long as
pleaes God, unles my mater oon finds
out his Princes; and then, indeed, I
can't tell what may happen; perhaps I
may then get at ome one of the mar
quiates or countyhips that the Princes
is to bring my mater as her marriage por
tion.
Pedrillo poke this with o very grave
and ingenuous an air, that our fair
viitants no longer heitated to conclude
both him and his mater were a little
touched in the head. Why this is
more than Don Quixote himelf, cries
Laura to her mitres: the mater in
love with a Butterfly, and the man look
L 4 ing
22 4 The Adventures gf
ing out for nothing les than a marqui
- fate: well, this will make us fine diver
fionBut here, hark'ye my friend, you
told us jut now about a Butterfly
your mater was in love with, and that
he was to change it into a Princes ?
perhaps you meant to ay that he is in
love with a Princes changed into a But
terfly by ome enchanter?"
You have it, you have it, faid Pe
dillo; that's the very cae, and the bui
nes now is to turn her back again into
a Princes. But to tell you the truth,
and between ourelves, methinks the
Fairy Radamante, who promied my mater
her prodution, has not quite taken all
the care of us he might have done, and
I mut own I cannot help being in
doubt as to the uphot of the matter.
But what Fairy is it ? demanded
Laura; Radamante, did you ay? Pha !
let her be called what he will, interrupt
ed the lady, with an air of chagrine,
we have no time for troubling ourelves
about Fairies and Butterflies, twill be
night before we get to Lirias; what will
my brother think of our taying out o
long?"
At thee words the lady departed,
firt cating a look at the handome
leeper; a look, which, had he been alone,
- might
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA 225
might poibly have been changed into a
kis; at leat, this was one of Laura's
ihrewd reflections to herelf by the way.
Pedrillo thought it bis duty to ecort
his pretty viitors to the high-road, where
they had left their mules in the hands
of their pages. But not to diemble the
truth, his heart had a greater hare in
the tep than his politenes. Little
Laura, in a few moments, had effeted
a change, which Mrs. Beatrice had been
labouring at for ome years with very
fmall ucces. In hort, he was as much
in love as any Pedrillo ever was. He
eemed to have a thouand things till
to ay to his fair unknown, but he had
o many more at his heart, as hindered
him from uttering a ingle word. Thus
he tood like one fixed to the place for
a good while after the ladies had di
appared, and till kept looking on to
wards the pot at which he had lot
ight of them.

CH A P. X.

Shewing who the Ladies were that Pedrillo


took for Fairies.
Ntantaneouly, or to peak more pro
perly, from the moment that the
chafte Laura firt cat her miles on Pe
226 The Adventures gf
drillo, he was no longer of that rank of
beings, which could jutly be expected to
enjoy uch preence of mind as common
ly ditinguihes perons of a cold and
phlegmatick contitution. He had now
for ome time lot fight of the two
ladies who had appeared to him in the
preceding chapter, before he recollected
that poibly it might have been very
proper to have informed himelf, both
who they were, and where they might
again be met with.
However, as it would be doing our
readers injutice to keep them in uf
pence by the amorous ditractions of
Pedrillo, we think ourelves obliged to
atisfy their curioity; which, we flatter
ourelves, to have excited in them,
without our having ued any of that
myterious parade, commonly employed
by writers of romance, to keep the mind
upon the tretch for whole chapters to
gether, about uch or uch a peron,
with whom they have craped acquaint
ance, whether at an ordinary, or in a
tage coach. We will therefore dicover
to them under the eal of ecrecyfor
Don Sylvio mut till remain ignorant of
the matterboth who the ladies were,
and by what chance they came to the
Vace; where, unhappily for the rer O
Don SYLvro De RosALvA. 227

of their hearts, they found the beautiful


Don Sylvio leeping, and his faithful
Achates awake.
She then, whom Pedrillo, on account
of her figure and jewels, took for a Fairy,
was named Donna Felicia de Cardena: fhe
was omething about eighteen years of
age, the relit of Don Miguel de Cardena,
who had been o dicreet as to die at
threecore andten, after a marriage of
about two years, leaving his widow ole
heires of an immene fortune, which he
had been labouring the greatet part of
his life to acquire in Mexico.
Ever ince theirmarriagetheyhadreided
at Valencia, a city which, for its beauty and
fine ituation, is called by the Spaniards,
The Fair. But as oon as Donna
Felicia aw herelf mitres of her fate by
the death of her old man, he determin
ed in favour of a country life, where
he had more opportunity to purue a
certain romantick turn, both of heart and
imagination.
The Poets, it eems, had made nearly
the ame impreion upon her mind, as
the Fairy-Tales had done upon Don
Sylvio's. If the latter had his imagination
tuffed up with Metamorphoes, Enchant
ments, Princees, Hobgoblins, Dwarfs,
and o on, That of the former was equal
L
ly.
228 The Adventures gf
ly o with Poetick Pictures, Arcadian
Shepherds, and Love Adventures. Hence,
if he threw herelf into the arms of a
lover o frigid and o unpoetical, as a
huband mut be at the age of eventy,
it was merely from the hope and ex
petation of oon coming to the dipoal
of his riches, which might enable her to
realize all thoe brilliant chemes of a
free and happy mode of life, which he
had eagerly formed upon her poetick
ideas. - .

Donna Felicia, excluive of a ingular


hare of beauty, poeed all thoe charms
which at once upply the place of female
beauty, and render that beauty irreit
able. She played upon the lute, and
fung to it in the highet perfetion, and
what made it till more charming, there
was that Something in the bare ound of
her voice o affetingly onorous, as, ac
cording to good old King Lears opinion,
is an excellent thing in woman. She
was moreover killed in drawing and
Crayon-painting; and, that no gift or
excellence might be wanting, he com
poed Sonnets, Idylliums, and little Ma
drigals, which, if you'll take the word of
her lovers for it, urpaed all the pro
dutions of the Sapphos, Corinnas, and Nine
Mues put together. - - - -

-. It
Don Sylvio DE RosALvA. 22g
It may be eaily imagined then, what
a revolution the death of her huband
mut have occaioned in the polite circle
of Valencia. All the ladies trembled for
the fidelity of their lovers, and every
fop prepared himelf for making o bril
liant a conquet. The Poets laid in a
large tock of Odes and Elegies, in hopes
of elling them at a moderate price to
the young widows admirers. In a word,
everybody was in motion, herelf except
ed, who was the object of o much butle
and o many chemes. When lo! carce
had her mourning and the winter elaped,
but he quitted the town, totally uncon
cerned at the deplorable ituation into
which her cruel reolution had plunged
her adorers; retiring with her brother
to his fine etate at Lirias, feated in one
of the pleaantet countries in the world.
This retreat he choe principally out
of civility to her brother, Don Eugene de
Lyrias, whom he tenderly loved. She
had a noble manion of her own, which
Don Miguel, at her intance, had pur
chaed in the neighbourhood of Xelva, but
he thought it more uitable to live under
her brother's eye, both as being her near
et relation, and a young nobleman of
high character and ditinguihed merit,
At
-
220 Te Adventures gf
At her own eat Donna Felicia had
formed a kind of patoral fcene, which
in time he thought of making another
Arcadia. Thither he every now and
then took a little excurion, and it was
jut on her return from one of this fort,
that he had dicovered the roe-buh
under the hade of which Don Sylvio
lay leeping. The place appeared to her
fo enchantingly fine, that he alighted
from her mule to pluck a few roes, of
which he was very fond, as all poetick
fouls generally are; and hence he met
with that unexpected urprize of eeing
our handome Cavalier fat aleep.
Let the word Sympathy appear to the
ears of many of our modern ages, as
poetical, myterious, and magical as they
pleae, We are ignorant of any other to
expres a certain kind of affetion, which
we,that is to ay, all the ons and
daughters of Adam and Eve,feel, at firt
fight, for perons unknown: an affection
that is o viibly ditinguihed from all
other kinds of inclination, friendhip,
and love, no les in its caue, than by
its effets. -

For intance; there were above fifty


of the mot engaging young fparks in
Valencia, who took all imaginable pains
to touch the heart of this beautiful Felicia,
without
Dan SyLvro DE RosALv A. 23t
without being able to determine her in gv
ing a preference to any of them, in com
parion with the riches of old Don Mi
guel. Some of her adorers had reak
merit; Donna Felicia did them all per
fet jutice. She eteemed them, liked.
their company, honoured them with her
friendhip, and perhapsfor the reader
will be kind enough to note it is only a
Perhapshe might have been capable of
entertaining even ome certain weaknes,
in certain circumtances, under a certain
ign of the Zodiack, or the direction of
a certain wind, in a certain place, at a
certain hour, and in certain dipoitions,
towards ome one amongt them, who
hould have more experience than Ma
dam de Liban's little Abb. For, with
our fair country-woman's leave, accord
ing to the age Avicennes idea, and, we
may add, that of the Reverend Father E
cobar, in his moral Theology there are
certain moments in which virtue is very
fortunately econded by a lucky chance."
But none of thee ame young gentlemen
could ucceed, nor might they have uc
ceeded in a longer eries of years, than
the Celadons of the Atrea pent dying at
the feet of their unfeeling Goddees.
None could inpire her with that inex
plicable, that extraordinary Sentiment,
which Don Sylvio, without knowing it,
O
232 The Adventures g/
or contributing to it, had enkindled in
her even at the firt fight, and which
had told her more in the tenth part of a
minute than ever her heart had told her
repeting all her admirers. In hort, a
entiment which might have made her
clearly comprehend, if the extatick con
dition in which he tood had allowed
her a moment's elf-examination, That
he was capable of acrificing with plea
ure, to this young man unknown, all
thoe riches for which he herelf had
acrificed the bet days of the mot amiable
young lady in Valencia. -

To examine what could properly be


the caue of o ingular an effet, as
well as of all thoe by which Love-im
pathetick ditinguihes itelf from the
other kinds of kove, would carry us too
far from our narrative: the reader has
our permiion to adopt any Hypotheis
that to his own mind ihall appear mot
uitable. Whether then it be, that the
fouls of thee ympathizing creatures
have mutually known and loved each
other in a tate anterior to this, or whe
ther there be any natural kindred in
ouls, or whether there be any Sjterouls,
as an Englih poet calls them, or whether
their Genii carry on a certain reciprocal
correpondence, or whether ome muical
harmony produces this effet mechani
-
? - - - - - cally
Don Sylvio De RosALv A. 233
cally upon their fibres and finer nerves
'tis enough, that this ame Sympathy
does as truly exit in nature, as either
gravity, attration, elaticity, or mag
netick power, and that, all circumtances
duly weighed, the beautiful Donna Fe
licia, impelled by the magick influence of
this myterious attration, is as little to
blame for not having been able to de
fend herelf againt omething in favour
of our Hero, which till now he had
never felt for any one, as one Reglo
Vaconi, according to Scaliger's account,
is blameable for not having been able to
retain his water on hearing the ound of
a bag-pipe.*
It is not without good reaon that we
have availed ourelves of this ignoble
comparion, though we were greatly
afraid of its hocking the delicacy of our
prudih readers; ince in cae any future
commentators hould entertain a curioity
to gues at our real entiments, touching
Sympathy, this will erve their turn, and
help to throw light upon the ubjet. At
preent, without dwelling any longer upon
fuch intricate matters, we hall return to
our two ladies, whom, if we remember
right, we left on the road in their return
to Lirias.
* See Shakepear's Merchant of Venice, At IV. S. 1
- CHAP.
234 The Adventures gf

C H A P. XI.

One of the mo learned Chapters in this


whole Performance.
T in matters of love, is o
various in this world, that we might
poibly meet with readers who would
ooner declare for Laura, tho'only a beau
ty of the ecoud order, or to expres our
elves more learnedly, a Dea minorum Gen
tium, than even for her mitres herelf. If
there be any of this ort of lovers, they
might probably be a hittle angry with us
if we did not communicate to them, at
leat, an abftrat of the fair Laura's hi
tory. All uch we intreat to bear in
mind that we have already aid every
thing neceary repeting her, by aying
that he was a pretty little brown girl,
genteel, mart, and very lively; and thee,
we humbly conceive, are the mot re
markable circumtances that we could
have arged in her favour. For, as to
her Hitory, everyone knows he was a
ehamber-maid, or waiting woman, and
the hitory of waiting women, as ever
body knows, is the ame throughout the
world, or at leat according to the com
mon coure of nature.
The
Don Sylvio De RosALvA. 235
The famous father Sanchez, in his book
intitled De Matrimonio, which is equally
chate and intrutive, oberves, that a
growing love operates upon a young
Widow in a different manner to what it
does upon a young Girl. The former,
fays he, in conequence of it, becomes
gay, alert, and petulant; whereas in the
other we oberve an inward tupefation
and a gloomy melancholy, Which,
adds this excellent man, are the effects
of that inward ecret horror, which the
oul feels at the danger it incurs on
plunging from its glorious and angelick
ftate, into that gros and material paion,
which in its confequences, leads us on to
fo indecent an incorporation as that
whereby the world is populated and filled
with fins. - - -

We have too profound a repet for


the Holy Inquiition, to dare to accue o
great a man even of the lightet error:
we hall therefore only ay, that nature
was greatly to blame for having dared,
without the leat regard to this great
man's authority, who hath invented o
large a catalogue of new fins, to operate
in the beautiful Felicia and her confidant,
preciely contrary to this great Cauits
remarks; for however contraditory it
might appear, it is nevertheles trictly .
- AUl
236 The Adventures gf
and we cannot deny it, that on their way
to Lirias our young Widow was perfect
ly tupified and ilent, while the Las, her
companion, notwithtanding the danger
at which her virgin oul ought to have
trembled, was o gay, and in o good a
humour, that the mot eraphick iter
of St. Claire might have been tempted to
a wih of being in her place. They had
already got a good way on the road,
without Donna Felicia's once opening her
lips, though Laura waited for the ignal
with great impatience, to give a cope to
her fallies. It is true, a figh did, as it
were by chance, ecape the lady; but it
was only a mere fragment of a figh, for
he caught it back again jut in time to
hinder the tranportation of at leat two
thirds of it from ecaping her dicreet
boom.
At lat Laura, who, for a waiting-wo
man, had oberved a very great and ex
traordinary ilence, could contain herelf
no longer. She began with one quetion,
which was preently followed by another;
o that at length a converation inen
bly prung up betwixt her and her mi
tresor friend, call her which you will,
for he was both. We hall not fail to
communicate this converation to our
honoured and gentle readers word for
- word,

Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 237
word, jut as Pedrillo aures us he learned
it afterwards from the coral lips of his
dear Nymph herelf.

C H A P. XII.

A Female Dialogue.
CC OU are prodigiouly grave, ma
dam.
Grave, Laura !"
Yes, Madam, if you pleae; nay,
and even almot melancholy too, if o fad
a word can uit a countenance, upon
which even adnes itelf would appear
charming.
I know not what thou art talking -
about; I think I am in as good pirits
as I have been all day.
Not quite in o good pirits, Ma
dam. -

And prithee why hould not I ?"


I can't tell indeed, Madam. But I
thought jut now I heard a little figh-
Afgh!
Yes, Madam ; but one of thoe
little fighs, one of that ort of fighs that
ecape from a girl of fourteen, when a
pretty young fellow demands her elder
fiter in marriage.
Thou
238 The Adventures gf
Thou bringet very impertinentcom
parions, Laura, and changetamere
breathing into a Sigh, to enable thee to
vent a joke that has cot thee a quarter
of an hour's meditation."
I thank you for the compliment you
have made my undertanding: but ince
you are determined neither to eem grave,
nor to allow it was a Sigh-though by
the way many objections might be made,
we'll change the ubject if you chooe.
I am not at all dipoed for talking
this evening."
That was a charming pot where
you gathered thoe roes, Madam; though
to ay the truth, for I am no poet, they
already begin to fade a little in your
boom.Indeed it was a charming pot!
True, it was o.
Yes, indeed, one of thoe weet
poetical pots that the books tell us of;
and I hope, Madam, you'll never repent
having et foot in it notwithtand
ing that little Endymion we found leeping
there.Well, Ma'am, you mut own,
we never aw anything o handome in
Valencia. - -

Why thou talket o brikly, that


"twould almot make one think thourt in
love with him.
Perhaps,

Don Sx Lvio DE ResALv A. 239

Perhaps, Madam, you might rather


have thought this of me, if I had aid
Nothing about him?"
I comprehend thee, and thou halt
imagine what thou wilt and welcome.
But I aure thee his beauty did not ap
pear o upernatural to me as thou would t
fain make me believe.
Beauty, upernatural! Indeed I did
not mean to ay any uch thing, for I
know nothing about upernatural matters.
But yet you mut acknowledge, he is
infinitely handomer than Don Alexis,
that very important gentleman at Valencia,
whom the ladies cannot help wihing o
impatiently for their admirer; and whom
none, except Donna Felicia de Cardena,
does not pique herelf upon having
poeed for a few days together.
Handomer than Don Alexis is no
uch great matter. For my own part, I
never took him for any thing but a very
inipid coxcomb, whoe greatet merit
conited in having a fair, plump hand,
and white teeth, not to mention his lip
ing out perpetually a vaft quantity of
illymighty
of jokes, conequence.
and venting them with an airA

Nay, for that matter, I know not


how it came into my head to mention
Don Alexis, for indeed I never could con
Ceive
24o The Adventures gf
ceive what the ladies found o very ex
traordinary in him. Let him look to it,
if his ill luck hould bring this Don Syl
vio to Valencia, for in my opinion, he
would carce leave him merit enough to
educe the poor heart even of a tender
Abigail.
I know not with what eyes thou hat
looked upon this Don Sylvio ; I grant he
appears amiable, but as to being o hand
ome as thou ayt
Well, Madam, you have hit upon
the right word, amiable; Ay, that's the
very word I meant to ay; for indeed his
beauty is not without defets Light
hair -

What dot thou mean?'Tis of a


chenut colour."
Ay, true, 'tis chenut. But as he
is o ruddy, and as one might ay, has
o womanih a countenance, light hair in
my mind
And in my mind, Laura, nature
undertands thee aortments of colours
better than thou. His hair uits the colour
of his face perfetly well
Well, but yet methinks he ought
to have a more manly air. If one was
to dres him like a woman, Donna Leo
nora de Zuniga herelf, who knows men
- fo
Don Sy LvIo De RosALv A. 241

o well, might be deceived by him as


oon as any body, I'd anwer for it.
Why, certainly, he is not an Her
cules; but notwithtanding the delicacy
and regularity of his features, there eems
omething grand and heroic in his phy
iognomy, which one hould think you
might have oberved, after o attentive an
examination as you appear to have made
of him."
And yet, Madam, I protet you
eem to have oberved this young man
with more exatnes in one moment, than
I in a quarter of an hour. But what do
you ay to his mouth ? Iown it is pretty,
only a little too mall in my opinion-
- Why prithee now, Laura, what can
be the reaon of thy undervaluing every
thing in him that is particularly grace
ful? -
I mot humbly begpardon, Madam,
for telling you things only jut as they
appear to me.But, if it was not for fear
of dipleaing you- - -)
Dipleaing me, ay't thou ? Thou
art a fool! But to ay the truth, I am not
much the wier for lending an ear to thy
follies. What is it to us whether Don
Sylvio is handome, or whether he is
not? , - t -
Voi. I. - - M . . 2 : True,
-" G

>
44a The Adventures of
True, Madam; it is enough that he
is amiable, that's the grand point. . I re
member to have read omewhere, that
nothing appears handome or beautiful to
us, but what we love. -

If that be o, thou mut urely be


furiouly taken with our Unknown: for,
by thy account, the Vatican Apollo himelf
cannot be a more perfet beauty than
Don Sylvio. -

At leat, Madam, the latter has the


advantage over the former of breathing,
and that, in my mind, is no contemptible
matter. - - -

Have done with this trifling. Tell


me, Laura; Thou rememberet what that
Pedrillo, or what do you call it, told us
about him ?"
If one may credit what that lad aid,
our unknown gentleman mut be of a
very good family, the on of Don Pedro
de Roalva, whom lord, your late fa
ther, ued often to peak of as an officer
of great merit. But if I may give my
opinion, i fancy Pedrillo may have faid
more than he will be able to prove.",
Poibly; externals may deceive, for
thee are in his favour. But prithee,
what reaons hat thou- -

Why, Madam, if we believe this


Pedrillo, and he eems to be a frankopen
hearted
Don Sylvio De RosAlvA. 243
hearted youngfellow, in what he has aid
in favour of his mafter, we cannot then
refue to believe that Don Sylvio is in love
with a Butterfly, and has, God knows
whatome Dwarf for his riva: that a
Fairy protets him, and that by this
ame Fairy's aitance the Butterfly is to
be changed into a Princes, and o forth.
Now all this in my mind, is pretty much
of the Bedlam tamp: and yet, what is
till wore, the lad utters thee idle tories
with o imple and ingenuous an air, and
uch an abolute appearance of fincerity,
as leaves us no room to uppoe or to
hope that all he aid was merely for our
diverion, which renders the cae o much.
the more deperate.

I grant thee, Laura, and why hould


I make it a mytery to thee, that this
young Gentleman gives me ome concern:
for he mut be out of his enes if what
Pedrillo aid be true." - -

Yes, and Pedrillo himelf mut be


much more o, for nobody can talk of
the mot common things with more calm
nes or indifference, than he does of But
terflies, Dwarfs, Fairies, Princees, and
Marquiates. -

Well, there is omething very un


accountable in all this: however, from
the man's confued account we may learn
M 2 that
244 . T. Adventures gf.
that Don Sylvio has taken his flight from
home upon ome love-adventure. The
lad mentioned an old aunt, who preba
bly may have thrown ome obtacle in
the way of his amour, and perhaps that
has turned his head; for as everybody
knows, a violent paion, if it be too in
dicreetly oppoed, may produce fatal
effets.
That is true, epecially as nothing
is more eay, ay ome folks, than to et
Reaon at variance with Love. But if we
do not uppoe this Pedrillo as crazy as
his mater, we have gained nothing by
our argument. A droll thought, Madam,
jut now trikes into my mind; let us
adopt it for want of a better. There is
omething o melancholy in the idea of
uppofing an amiable young gentleman
touched in his head, as might well de
erve the igh that ecaped you a few
minutes ago for indeed, Madam, you
mut not deny it: It was one of thoe
ort of ighs that cannot be denied. I fol
lowed it from the birth, from the mo
ment of its riing, by little and little,
from your fair boom, till at length it
burt from your opening lips, and took
its flight in the hape of a little amorous
boy. -

. . . . . . Simpleton!
-

;
- - - - - - v

Don Sx Lvio DE ResALvA. 245
Simpleton!But praywhat idea was
it thou meant'ft to tell me ?" -

Oh, I was thinking that Don Sylvio,


with your permiion, might poibly be
a little unettled, without being preciely,
what one may call crazy. In hort, he
might perhaps yield to ome folly, ex
travagance, or what you pleae to term it,
without its rendering him unworthy to
appear amiable in the eyes of a lady who
hould have found him leeping at the
foot of o beautiful a roe-buh.
Laura, I perceive thou hat taken it
into thy head, and fully determined that
I am in love with him. We hall not
dipute upon that head, believe me: But
I prithee tell me, in what dot thou think
his extravagance conits?
I uppoe he may be a Don Quixote
in miniature, who, as Pedrillo expreed it,
runs a Fairy hunting, jut as the hero of
La Mancha rambled after Knight-erran
try. And is it then o incomprehenible
a thing for a lively young man,one that
has never een the world, and meets with
nothing in his own village capable of
gratifying the delicacy of his tate, to
have become, o frantic with reading
Romances and Fairy-tales, as to take
all their Inchanters, Fairies, enchanted
-
Palaces, and
-
Pr 3
together with the
Dwarfs
246 The Adventures g/
Dwarfs, and Hbgoblins, and Blue Cen
taurs, they peak of for o many real
beings?
'Twould be a very ingular pecies
of frenzy, Laura; and yet I could con
ceive it not impoible. But if o, what
hall we ay to his love for the Princes
that has been changed into a Butterfly ?
I couldventure any wager, Madam,
that this ame Princes is neither more nor
les than ome mart country girl he has
omewhere got fight of His imagination
has exalted her to the rank of a
and at length, with the aitance of a
yellow Dwarf, or ome hunch-backed
Magotine, has changed her into a Butter
fly. So that he will have nothing more
to do, than ee ome young ldy that may
uit his fancy, to retore his well-beloved
in a moment to her proper hape, with
out the help of a Taliman or enchanted
ring: and thus, to peak in Pedrillos
tyle, he may preently be re-metamor
phoed into a Peaant las, at leat, if not.
into a Princes.
Welt, Laura, I protet thou hat
excited my curioity; l am only orry
now, that we did not top a little till he
waked."
. Nay, Madam, as to that, it will be
no difficult
- . .
matterC to get uch an account
. of
Don Sylv1o DE RosALv A. 247
of him as may relieve us from our em
barrament, his place of reidence being
o near,only a few leagues from your
brother's feat. And who knows but thoe
ame Hobgoblins that are o intereted in
his detiny, may bring him as eaily to
Lirias as they conduted us this day to
thoe roe-buhes;which, upon the word
of a maid, perfectly reembled the en
chanted groves of a Fairy."
While Laura was going on with this
triking harangue, they arrived at the
court-yard of the catle of Lirias; where,
for ome time, we hall do ourelves the
honour to take leave of them, and return
to ee what is become of our Hero; aper
onage whom we cannot long loe fight
of without being guilty of great neglect,
though we can as little deny but the com
pany of Donna Felicia has afforded us a
mot agreeable atisfaction.

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