Winterpassed，andthesummercameThetrunksofmadrono，allaflame，HereandtherethroughtheunderwoodLikepillarsoffirestarklystood。
AllofthebreezysolitudeWasfilledwiththespicingofpineandbayAndresinousodorsmixedandblended；
Anddimandghostlike，faraway，Thesmokeoftheburningwoodsascended。
Thenofasuddenthemountainsswam，Theriverspiledtheirfloodsinadam，TheridgeaboveLosGatosCreekArcheditsspineinafelinefashion；
Theforestswaltzedtilltheygrewsick，AndNatureshookinaspeechlesspassion；
And，swallowedupintheearthquake’sspleen，ThewonderfulSpringofSanJoaquinVanished，andnevermorewasseen！
Twodayspassed：theMissionfolkOutoftheirrosydreamawoke；
Someofthemlookedatriflewhite，Butthat，nodoubt，wasfromearthquakefright。
Threedays：therewassoredistress，Headache，nausea，giddiness。
Fourdays：faintings，tendernessOfthemouthandfauces；andinlessThanoneweek——herethestorycloses；
Wewon’tcontinuetheprognosis——
EnoughthatnownotraceisseenOfSpringorMissionofSanJoaquin。
MORAL
Youseethepoint？Don’tbetooquickTobreakbadhabits：betterstick，LiketheMissionfolk，toyourARSENIC。
THEANGELUS
（HEARDATTHEMISSIONDOLORES，1868）
BellsofthePast，whoselong-forgottenmusicStillfillsthewideexpanse，TingeingthesobertwilightofthePresentWithcolorofromance！
Ihearyourcall，andseethesundescendingOnrockandwaveandsand，AsdownthecoasttheMissionvoices，blending，Girdletheheathenland。
WithinthecircleofyourincantationNoblightnormildewfalls；
Norfierceunrest，norlust，norlowambitionPassesthoseairywalls。
Borneontheswellofyourlongwavesreceding，ItouchthefartherPast；
IseethedyingglowofSpanishglory，Thesunsetdreamandlast！
Beforemerisethedome-shapedMissiontowers，ThewhitePresidio；
Theswartcommanderinhisleathernjerkin，Thepriestinstoleofsnow。
OncemoreIseePortala’scrossupliftingAbovethesettingsun；
Andpasttheheadland，northward，slowlydrifting，Thefreightedgalleon。
Osolemnbells！whoseconsecratedmassesRecallthefaithofold；
Otinklingbells！thatlulledwithtwilightmusicThespiritualfold！
Yourvoicesbreakandfalterinthedarkness，——
Break，falter，andarestill；
Andveiledandmystic，liketheHostdescending，Thesunsinksfromthehill！
CONCEPCIONDEARGUELLO
（PRESIDIODESANFRANCISCO，1800）
I
Lookingseaward，o’erthesand-hillsstandsthefortress，oldandquaint，BytheSanFranciscofriarsliftedtotheirpatronsaint，——
Sponsortothatwondrouscity，nowapostatetothecreed，OnwhoseyouthfulwallsthePadresawtheangel’sgoldenreed；
Allitstrophieslongsincescattered，allitsblazonbrushedaway；
Andtheflagthatfliesaboveitbutatriumphofto-day。
Neverscarofsiegeorbattlechallengesthewanderingeye，Neverbreachofwarlikeonsetholdsthecuriouspasser-by；
OnlyonesweethumanfancyinterweavesitsthreadsofgoldWiththeplainandhomespunpresent，andalovethatne’ergrowsold；
Onlyonethingholdsitscrumblingwallsabovethemeanerdust，——
Listentothesimplestoryofawoman’sloveandtrust。
II
CountvonResanoff，theRussian，envoyofthemightyCzar，Stoodbesidethedeepembrasures，wherethebrazencannonare。
HewithgraveprovincialmagnateslonghadheldserenedebateOntheTreatyofAllianceandthehighaffairsofstate；
HefromgraveprovincialmagnatesofthadturnedtotalkapartWiththeCommandante’sdaughteronthequestionsoftheheart，Untilpointsofgravestimportyieldedslowlyonebyone，AndbyLovewasconsummatedwhatDiplomacybegun；
Tillbesidethedeepembrasures，wherethebrazencannonare，HereceivedthetwofoldcontractforapprovaloftheCzar；
Tillbesidethebrazencannonthebetrothedbadeadieu，AndfromsallyportandgatewaynorththeRussianeaglesflew。
III
Longbesidethedeepembrasures，wherethebrazencannonare，DidtheywaitthepromisedbridegroomandtheansweroftheCzar；
Daybydayonwallandbastionbeatthehollow，emptybreeze，——
Daybydaythesunlightglitteredonthevacant，smilingseas：
Weekbyweekthenearhillswhitenedintheirdustyleathercloaks，——
Weekbyweekthefarhillsdarkenedfromthefringingplainofoaks；
Tilltherainscame，andfarbreaking，onthefiercesouthwestertost，Dashedthewholelongcoastwithcolor，andthenvanishedandwerelost。
Soeachyeartheseasonsshifted，——wetandwarmanddrearanddryHalfayearofcloudsandflowers，halfayearofdustandsky。
Stillitbroughtnoshipnormessage，——broughtnotidings，illormeet，ForthestatesmanlikeCommander，forthedaughterfairandsweet。
Yetsheheardthevaryingmessage，voicelesstoallearsbeside：
\"Hewillcome，\"theflowerswhispered；\"Comenomore，\"thedryhillssighed。
Stillshefoundhimwiththewatersliftedbythemorningbreeze，——
Stillshelosthimwiththefoldingofthegreatwhite-tentedseas；
Untilhollowschasedthedimplesfromhercheeksofolivebrown，Andattimesaswift，shymoisturedraggedthelongsweetlashesdown；
Orthesmallmouthcurvedandquiveredasforsomedeniedcaress，Andthefairyoungbrowwasknittedinaninfantinedistress。
ThenthegrimCommander，pacingwherethebrazencannonare，Comfortedthemaidwithproverbs，wisdomgatheredfromafar；
Bitsofancientobservationbyhisfathersgarnered，eachAsapebblewornandpolishedinthecurrentofhisspeech：
\"’Thosewhowaitthecomingridertraveltwiceasfarashe；’
’Tiredwenchandcomingbutterneverdidintimeagree；’
\"’Hethatgettethhimselfhoney，thoughaclown，heshallhaveflies；’
’IntheendGodgrindsthemiller；’’Inthedarkthemolehaseyes；’
\"’HewhosefatherisAlcaldeofhistrialhathnofear，’——
AndbesuretheCounthasreasonsthatwillmakehisconductclear。\"
Thenthevoicesententiousfaltered，andthewisdomitwouldteachLostitselfinfondesttriflesofhissoftCastilianspeech；
Andon\"Concha\"\"Conchitita，\"and\"Conchita\"hewoulddwellWiththefondreiterationwhichtheSpaniardknowssowell。
Sowithproverbsandcaresses，halfinfaithandhalfindoubt，Everydaysomehopewaskindled，flickered，faded，andwentout。
IV
Yearly，downthehillsidesweeping，camethestatelycavalcade，Bringingreveltovaquero，joyandcomforttoeachmaid；
Bringingdaysofformalvisit，socialfeastandrusticsport，Ofbull-baitingontheplaza，oflove-makinginthecourt。
VainlythenatConcha’slattice，vainlyastheidlewind，RosethethinhighSpanishtenorthatbespoketheyouthtookind；
Vainly，leaningfromtheirsaddles，caballeros，boldandfleet，Pluckedforhertheburiedchickenfrombeneaththeirmustang’sfeet；
Soinvainthebarrenhillsideswiththeirgayserapesblazed，——
Blazedandvanishedinthedust-cloudthattheirflyinghoofshadraised。
Thenthedrumcalledfromtherampart，andoncemore，withpatientmien，TheCommanderandhisdaughtereachtookupthedullroutine，——
Eachtookupthepettydutiesofalifeapartandlone，Tilltheslowyearswroughtamusicinitsdrearymonotone。
V
Fortyyearsonwallandbastionsweptthehollowidlebreeze，SincetheRussianeagleflutteredfromtheCaliforniaseas；
Fortyyearsonwallandbastionwroughtitsslowbutsuredecay，AndSt。George’scrosswasliftedintheportofMonterey；
Andthecitadelwaslighted，andthehallwasgaylydrest，AlltohonorSirGeorgeSimpson，famoustravelerandguest。
Farandnearthepeoplegatheredtothecostlybanquetset，AndexchangedcongratulationswiththeEnglishbaronet；
Till，theformalspeechesended，andamidstthelaughandwine，SomeonespokeofConcha’slover，——heedlessofthewarningsign。
QuicklythencriedSirGeorgeSimpson：\"Speaknoillofhim，Ipray！
Heisdead。Hedied，poorfellow，fortyyearsagothisday，——
\"DiedwhilespeedinghometoRussia，fallingfromafractioushorse。
Leftasweetheart，too，theytellme。Married，Isuppose，ofcourse！
\"Livessheyet？\"Adeathlikesilencefellonbanquet，guests，andhall，Andatremblingfigurerisingfixedtheawestruckgazeofall。
Twoblackeyesindarkenedorbitsgleamedbeneaththenun’swhitehood；
Blacksergehidthewastedfigure，bowedandstrickenwhereitstood。
\"Livessheyet？\"SirGeorgerepeated。AllwerehushedasConchadrewCloseryethernun’sattire。\"Senor，pardon，shedied，too！\"
\"FORTHEKING\"
（NORTHERNMEXICO，1640）
AsyoulookfromtheplazaatLeonwestYoucanseeherhouse，buttheviewisbestFromtheporchofthechurchwheresheliesatrest；
Wheremuchofherpaststilllives，Ithink，InthescowlingbrowsandsidelongblinkOftheworshipingthrongthatriseorsinkTothewaxensaintsthat，yellowandlank，Leanoutfromtheirniches，rankonrank，WithabloodlessSaviouroneitherflank；
Inthegoutypillars，whosecracksbeginToshowtheadobecorewithin，——
Asoulofearthinawhitewashedskin。
AndIthinkthatthemoralofall，you’llsay，IsthesculpturedlegendthatmouldsawayOnatombinthechoir：\"PorelRey。\"
\"PorelRey！\"Well，thekingisgoneAgesago，andtheHapsburgoneShot——buttheRockoftheChurchliveson。
\"PorelRey！\"Whatmatters，indeed，IfkingorpresidentsucceedToacountryhaggardwithslothandgreed，Aslongasonegranaryisfat，Andyonderpriest，inashovelhat，Peepsoutfromthebinlikeasleekbrownrat？
Whatmatters？Naught，ifitservestobringThelegendnearer，——nootherthing，——
We’llsparethemoral，\"Livetheking！\"
Twohundredyearsago，theysay，TheViceroy，MarquisofMonte-Rey，Rodewithhisretinuethatway：
Grave，asbefittedSpain’sgrandee；
Grave，asthesubstituteshouldbeOfHisMostCatholicMajesty；
Yet，fromhisblackplume’scurvinggraceTohisslimblackgauntlet’ssmallerspace，Exquisiteasapieceoflace！
Twohundredyearsago——e’enso——
TheMarquisstoppedwherethelime-treesblow，WhileLeon’sseneschalbenthimlow，AndbeggedthattheMarquiswouldthatnighttakeHishumblerooffortheroyalsake，Andthen，asthecustomdemanded，spakeTheusualwish，thathisguestwouldholdThehouse，andallthatitmightenfold，Ashis——withthebridescarcethreedaysold。
BesurethattheMarquis，inhisplace，RepliedtoallwiththemeasuredgraceOfchosenspeechandunmovedface；
NorraisedhisheadtillhisblackplumesweptThehemofthelady’srobe，whokeptHerplace，asherhusbandbackwardstept。
Andthen（Iknownothownorwhy）
Asubtleflameinthelady’seye——
Unseenbythecourtiersstandingby——
Burnedthroughhislaceandtitledwreath，Burnedthroughhisbody’sjeweledsheath，Tillittouchedthesteelofthemanbeneath！
（Andyet，mayhap，nomorewasmeantThantopointawell-worncompliment，Andthelady’sbeauty，herworstintent。）
Howbeit，theMarquisbowedagain：
\"WhoruleswithawewellservethSpain，Butbestwhoselawislovemadeplain。\"
BesurethatnightnopillowprestTheseneschal，butwiththerestWatched，aswasduearoyalguest，——
WatchedfromthewalltillhesawthesquareFillwiththemoonlight，whiteandbare，——
WatchedtillhesawtwoshadowsfareOutfromhisgarden，wheretheshadeThattheoldchurchtowerandbelfrymadeLikeabenedictoryhandwaslaid。
FewwordsspoketheseneschalasheturnedTohisnearestsentry：\"ThesemonkshavelearnedThatstolenfruitissweetlyearned。
\"MyselfshallpunishyonacolyteWhogathersmygardengrapesbynight；
Meanwhile，waitthoutillthemorninglight。\"
YetnottillthesunwasridinghighDidthesentrymeethiscommander’seye，NorthentilltheViceroystoodby。
TotheloversofgraveformalitiesNogreetingwaseversofine，Iwis，Asthishost’sandguest’shighcourtesies！
Theseneschalfeared，asthewindwaswest，AblastfromMorenahadchilledhisrest；
TheViceroylanguidlyconfestThatcaresofstate，and——hedaredtosay——
SomefearsthattheKingcouldnotrepayThethoughtfulzealofhishost，somewayHadmarredhisrest。YethetrustedmuchNonesharedhiswakefulness；thoughsuchIndeedmightbe！IfhedaredtotouchAthemesofine——thebride，perchance，Stillslept！Atleast，theymissedherglanceTogivethisgreetingcountenance。
Besurethattheseneschal，inturn，WasdeeplybowedwiththegraveconcernOfthepainfulnewshisguestshouldlearn：
\"Lastnight，toherfather’sdyingbedByapriestwastheladysummoned；
Norknowweyethowwellshesped，\"Buthopeforthebest。\"ThegraveViceroy（Thoughgrievedhisvisithadsuchalloy）
MuststillwishtheseneschalgreatjoyOfabridesotruetoherfilialtrust！
Yetnow，asthedaywaxedon，theymustTohorse，ifthey’d’scapethenoondaydust。
\"Nay，\"saidtheseneschal，\"atleast，Tomendthenewsofthisfuneralpriest，Myselfshallrideasyourescorteast。\"
TheViceroybowed。ThenturnedasideTohisnearestfollower：\"Withmeride——
YouandFelipe——oneitherside。
\"Andlist！Shouldanythingmebefall，Mischanceofambushormusket-ball，Cleavetohissaddleyonseneschal！
\"Nomore。\"ThengravelyinaccentsclearTookformalleaveofhislategoodcheer；
Whilestheseneschalwhisperedamusketeer，Carelesslystrokinghispommeltop：
\"Iffromthesaddleyeseemedrop，Riddlemequicklyyonsolemnfop！\"
Sothese，withmanyacompliment，Eachonhisowndarkthoughtintent，Withgravepolitenessonwardwent，Ridinghigh，andinsightofall，Viceroy，escort，andseneschal，UndertheshadeoftheAlmandral；
Holdingtheirsecrethardandfast，SilentandgravetheyrideatlastIntothedustytraveledPast。
EvenlikethistheypassedawayTwohundredyearsagoto-day。
Whatofthelady？Whoshallsay？
DothesoulsofthedyingeveryearnTosomefavoredspotforthedust’sreturn，Forthehomelypeaceofthefamilyurn？
Iknownot。Yetdidtheseneschal，Chancinginafter-yearstofallPiercedbyaFlemishmusket-ball，Calltohissideatrustyfriar，Andbidhimswear，ashislastdesire，TobearhiscorsetoSanPedro’schoirAtLeon，where’neathashieldazureShouldhismortalframefindsepulture：
Thismuch，forthepainsChristdidendure。
BesurethatthefriarloyallyFulfilledhistrustbylandandsea，TillthespiresofLeonsilentlyRosethroughthegreenoftheAlmandral，AsiftobeckontheseneschalTohiskindreddust’neaththechoirwall。
IwotthatthesaintsoneithersideLeanedfromtheirnichesopen-eyedToseethedoorsofthechurchswingwide；
ThatthewoundsoftheSaviouroneitherflankBledfresh，asthemourners，rankbyrank，Wentbywiththecoffin，clankonclank。
Forwhy？WhentheyraisedthemarbledoorOfthetomb，untouchedforyearsbefore，Thefriarswoonedonthechoirfloor；
Forthere，inherlacesandfestaldress，Laythedeadman’swife，herlovelinessScarcelychangedbyherlongduress，——
Asonthenightshehadpassedaway；
Onlythatnearheradaggerlay，Withthewrittenlegend，\"PorelRey。\"
Whatwastheirgreeting，thegroomandbride，Theywhomthatsteelandtheyearsdivide？
Iknownot。Heretheyliesidebyside。
Sidebyside！Thoughthekinghashisway，Eventhedeadatlasthavetheirday。
Makeyouthemoral。\"PorelRey！\"
RAMON
（REFUGIOMINE，NORTHERNMEXICO）
Drunkandsenselessinhisplace，Proneandsprawlingonhisface，MorelikebrutethananymanAliveordead，Byhisgreatpumpoutofgear，Laythepeonengineer，Wakingonlyjusttohear，Overhead，Angrytonesthatcalledhisname，Oathsandcriesofbitterblame，——
Woketohearallthis，and，waking，turnedandfled！
\"Tothemanwho’llbringtome，\"
CriedIntendantHarryLee，——
HarryLee，theEnglishforemanofthemine，——
\"Bringthesotaliveordead，Iwillgivetohim，\"hesaid，\"Fifteenhundredpesosdown，Justtosettherascal’scrownUnderneaththisheelofmine：
SincebutdeathDeservesthemanwhosedeed，Beitviceorwantofheed，Stopsthepumpsthatgiveusbreath，——
StopsthepumpsthatsuckthedeathFromthepoisonedlowerlevelsofthemine！\"
Nooneanswered；foracryFromtheshaftroseuponhigh，Andshuffling，scrambling，tumblingfrombelow，Cametheminerseach，thebolderMountingontheweaker’sshoulder，Grappling，clingingtotheirholdorLettinggo，AstheweakergaspedandfellFromtheladdertothewell，——
TothepoisonedpitofhellDownbelow！
\"Tothemanwhosetsthemfree，\"
Criedtheforeman，HarryLee，——
HarryLee，theEnglishforemanofthemine，——
\"Bringsthemoutandsetsthemfree，Iwillgivethatman，\"saidhe，\"Twicethatsum，whowitharopeFacetofacewithDeathshallcope。
Lethimcomewhodarestohope！\"
\"Holdyourpeace！\"someonereplied，Standingbytheforeman’sside；
\"Therehasonealreadygone，whoe’erhebe！\"
Thentheyheldtheirbreathwithawe，Pullingontherope，andsawFaintingfiguresreappear，Ontheblackropeswingingclear，Fastenedbysomeskillfulhandfrombelow；
Tillascorethelevelgained，Andbutonealoneremained，——
Hetheheroandthelast，HewhoseskillfulhandmadefastThelonglinethatbroughtthembacktohopeandcheer！
Haggard，gasping，downdroppedheAtthefeetofHarryLee，——
HarryLee，theEnglishforemanofthemine。
\"Ihavecome，\"hegasped，\"toclaimBothrewards。Senor，mynameIsRamon！
I’mthedrunkenengineer，I’mthecoward，Senor\"——HereHefellover，bythatsign，Deadasstone！
DONDIEGOOFTHESOUTH
（REFECTORY，MISSIONSANGABRIEL，1869）
Good！——saidthePadre，——believemestill，\"DonGiovanni，\"orwhatyouwill，Thetype’seternal！WeknewhimhereAsDonDiegodelSud。IfearThestory’snonewone！Willyouhear？
Oneofthosespiritsyoucan’ttellwhyGodhaspermitted。ThereinI
Havetheadvantage，forIholdThatwolvesaresenttothepurestfold，Andwe’dsavethewolfifwe’dgetthelamb。
You’renobeliever？Good！Iam。
Well，forsomepurpose，Igrantyoudim，TheDonlovedwomen，andtheylovedhim。
EachthoughtherselfhisLASTlove！Worst，ManybelievedthattheywerehisFIRST！
And，sucharethesecreaturessincetheFall，Theverydoubthadacharmforall！
Youlaugh！Youareyoung，butI——indeedIhavenopatience……Toproceed：——
Yousaw，asyoupassedthroughtheuppertown，TheEucinalwheretheroadgoesdownToSanFelipe！ThereonemornTheyfoundDiego，——hismantletorn，Andasmanyholesthroughhisdoublet’sbandAstherewerewrongedhusbands——youunderstand！
\"Dying，\"sosaidthegossips。\"Dead\"
Waswhatthefriarswhofoundhimsaid。
Maybe。Quiensabe？Whoelseshouldknow？
Itwasahundredyearsago。
Therewasafuneral。Smallindeed——
Private。Whatwouldyou？Toproceed：——
Scarcelytheyearhadflown。OnenightTheCommandanteawokeinfright，Hearingbelowhiscasement’sbarThewell-knowntwangoftheDon’sguitar；
Andrushedtothewindow，justtoseeHiswifea-swoononthebalcony。
Oneweeklater，DonJuanRamirezFoundhisowndaughter，theDonaInez，Paleasaghost，leaningouttohearThesongofthatphantomcavalier。
EvenAlcaldePedroBlasSaw，itwassaid，throughhisniece’sglass，TheshadeofDiegotwicerepass。
WhatthesegentlemeneachconfessedHeavenandtheChurchonlyknows。AtbestThecasewasabadone。HowtodealWithSinasaGhost，theycouldn’tbutfeelWasanawfulthing。TillacertainFrayHumblyofferedtoshowtheway。
Andthewaywasthis。DidIsaybeforeThattheFraywasastranger？No，Senor？
Strange！verystrange！IshouldhavesaidThattheveryweekthattheDonlaydeadHecameamongus。BreadhebrokeSilent，norevertoonehespoke。
Sohehadvowedit！BelowhisbrowsHisfacewashidden。Therearesuchvows！
Strange！aretheynot？YoudonotuseSnuff？Abadhabit！
Well，theviewsOftheFraywerethese：thatthepenancedoneBythecaballeroswasright；butoneWasduefromtheCAUSE，andthat，inbrief，WasDonaDoloresGomez，chief，AndInez，Sanchicha，Concepcion，AndCarmen，——well，halfthegirlsintownOnhistabletstheFriarhadwrittendown。
TheseweretocomeonacertaindayAndaskatthehandsofthepiousFrayForabsolution。Thatdone，smallfearButtheshadeofDiegowoulddisappear。
Theycame；eachkneltinherturnandplaceTothepiousFraywithhishiddenfaceAndvoicelesslips，andeachagainTookbackhersoulfreedfromspotorstain，TilltheDonaInez，witheyesdowncastAndatearontheirfringes，kneltherlast。
Andthen——perhapsthathervoicewaslowFromfearorfromshame——themonkssaidso——
ButtheFrayleanedforward，when，presto！allWerethrilledbyascream，andsawherfallFaintingbesidetheconfessional。
AndsowastheghostofDiegolaidAstheFrayhadsaid。NevermorehisshadeWasseenatSanGabriel’sMission。Eh！
Thegirlinterestsyou？Idaresay！
\"Nothing，\"saidshe，whentheybroughtherto——
\"Onlyafaintness！\"TheyspokemoretrueWhosaid’twasastubbornsoul。Butthen——
Womenarewomen，andmenaremen！
So，toreturn。AsIsaidbefore，Havinggotthewolf，bythesamehighlawWesavedthelambinthewolf’sownjaw，Andthat’smymoral。Thetale，Ifear，Butpoorlytold。YetitstrikesmehereIsstuffforamoral。What’syourview？
Yousmile，DonPancho。Ah！that’slikeyou！
ATTHEHACIENDA
KnowInotwhomthoumaystbeCarveduponthisolive-tree，——
\"ManuelaofLaTorre，\"——
ForaroundonbrokenwallsSummersunandspringrainfalls，Andinvainthelowwindcalls\"ManuelaofLaTorre。\"
OfthatsongnowordsremainButthemusicalrefrain，——
\"ManuelaofLaTorre。\"
Yetatnight，whenwindsarestill，TinklesonthedistanthillAguitar，andwordsthatthrillTelltometheold，oldstory，——
Oldwhenfirstthycharmsweresung，Oldwhentheseoldwallswereyoung，\"ManuelaofLaTorre。\"
FRIARPEDRO’SRIDE
Itwasthemorningseasonoftheyear；
Itwasthemorningeraoftheland；
Thewatercoursesrangfullloudandclear；
Portala’scrossstoodwherePortala’shandHadplanteditwhenFaithwastaughtbyFear，WhenmonksandmissionsheldthesolecommandOfallthatshorebesidethepeacefulsea，Wherespring-tidesbeattheirlong-drawnreveille。
OutofthemissionofSanLuisRey，Allinthatbrisk，tumultuousspringweather，RodeFriarPedro，inapiousway，Withsixdragoonsincuirassesofleather，Eacharmedalikeforeitherprayerorfray；
Handcuffsandmissalstheyhadslungtogether，AndasanaidthegospeltruthtoscatterEachswungalasso——aliasa\"riata。\"
Insooth，thatyeartheharvesthadbeenslack，Thecropofconvertsscarceworthcomputation；
Somesoulswerelost，whoseownershadturnedbackTosavetheirbodiesfrequentflagellation；
Andsomepreferredthesongsofbirds，alack！
ToLatinmatinsandtheirsouls’salvation，AndthoughttheirownwildwhoopingswerelessdrearyThanFatherPedro’sdroningmiserere。
Tobringthembacktomatinsandtoprime，Topiousworksandsecularsubmission，Toprovetothemthatlibertywascrime，——
Thiswas，infact，thePadre’spresentmission；
Togetnewsoulsperchanceatthesametime，Andbringthemtoa\"senseoftheircondition，\"——
Thateasyphrase，which，inthepastandpresent，Meansmakingthatconditionmostunpleasant。
Hesawtheglebelandguiltlessofafurrow；
Hesawthewildoatswrestleonthehill；
Hesawthegopherworkinginhisburrow；
Hesawthesquirrelscamperingathiswill：——
Hesawallthis，andfeltnodoubtathoroughAnddeepconvictionofGod’sgoodness；stillHefailedtoseethatinHisgloryHeYetleftthehumblestofHiscreaturesfree。
Hesawtheflappingcrow，whosefrequentnoteVoicedthemonotonyoflandandsky，MockingwithgracelesswingandrustycoatHispriestlypresenceashetrottedby。
Hewouldhavecursedthebirdbybellandrote，Butothergamejustthenwasinhiseye，——
Asavagecamp，whoseoccupantspreferredTheirheathendarknesstothelivingWord。
Heranghisbell，andatthemartialsoundTwelvesilverspurstheirjinglingrowelsclashed；
SixhorsessprangacrossthelevelgroundAssixdragoonsinopenorderdashed；
Abovetheirheadsthelassoscircledround，Ineveryeyeapiousfervorflashed；
Theychargedthecamp，andinonemomentmoreTheylassoedsixandreconvertedfour。
TheFriarsawtheconflictfromaknoll，AndsangLausDeoandcheeredonhismen：
\"Wellthrown，Bautista，——that’sanothersoul；
Afterhim，Gomez，——tryitonceagain；
Thisway，Felipe，——theretheheathenstole；
BonesofSt。Francis！——surelythatmakesTEN；
TeDeumlaudamus——butthey’reverywild；
NonnobisDomine——allright，mychild！\"
Whenatthatmoment——asthestorygoes——
Acertainsquaw，whohadherfoeseluded，RanpasttheFriar，justbeforehisnose。
Hestaredamoment，andinsilencebrooded；
TheninhisbreastapiousfrenzyroseAndeveryotherprudentthoughtexcluded；
Hecaughtalasso，anddashedinacanterAfterthatOccidentalAtalanta。
Higho’erhisheadheswirledthedreadfulnoose；
But，asthepracticewasquiteunfamiliar，HisfirstcasttoreFelipe’scaptiveloose，AndalmostchokedTiburcioCamilla，Andmighthaveinterferedwiththatbraveyouth’sAbilitytogorgethetoughtortilla；
Butallthingscomebypractice，andatlastHisflyingslip-knotcaughtthemaidenfast。
ThenroseabovetheplainamingledyellOfrageandtriumph，——ademoniacwhoop：
ThePadrehearditlikeapassingknell，Andwouldhaveloosenedhisunchristianloop；
Butthetoughraw-hideheldthecaptivewell，Andheld，alas！toowellthecaptor-dupe；
Forwithoneboundthesavagefledamain，Dragginghorse，Friar，downthelonelyplain。
Downthearroyo，outacrossthemead，Byheathandhollow，spedtheflyingmaid，DraggingbehindherstillthepantingsteedAndhelplessFriar，whoinvainessayedTocutthelassoortocheckhisspeed。
Hefelthimselfbeyondallhumanaid，Andtrustedtothesaints，——and，forthatmatter，TosomeweakspotinFelipe’sriata。
Alas！thelassohadbeendulyblessed，And，likebaptism，heldtheflyingwretch，——
Adoctrinethatthepriesthadoftexpressed，Which，likethelasso，mightbemadetostretch，Butwouldnotbreak；soneithercoulddivestThemselvesofit，but，likesomeawfulfetch，TheholyFriarhadtorecognizeTheimageofhisfateinheathenguise。
Hesawtheglebelandguiltlessofafurrow；
Hesawthewildoatswrestleonthehill；
Hesawthegopherstandinginhisburrow；
Hesawthesquirrelscamperingathiswill：——
Hesawallthis，andfeltnodoubthowthoroughThecontrastwastohiscondition；stillThesquawkeptonwardtothesea，tillnightAndthecoldsea-foghidthembothfromsight。
Themorningcameabovetheserriedcoast，Lightingthesnow-peakswithitsbeacon-fires，Drivingbeforeitallthefleet-wingedhostOfchatteringbirdsabovetheMissionspires，Fillingthelandwithlightandjoy，butmostThesavagewoodswithalltheirleafylyres；
InpearlytintsandopalflameandfireThemorningcame，butnottheholyFriar。
Weekspassedaway。InvaintheFatherssoughtSometraceortokenthatmighttellhisstory；
Somethoughthimdead，or，likeElijah，caughtUptotheheavensinablazeofglory。
InthissurmisesomemiracleswerewroughtOnhisaccount，andsoulsinpurgatoryWerethoughttoprofitfromhisintercession；
Inbrief，hisabsencemadea\"deepimpression。\"
Atwelvemonthpassed；thewelcomeSpringoncemoreMadegreenthehillsbesidethewhite-facedMission，Spreadherbrightdaisbythewesternshore，Andsatenthroned，amostresplendentvision。
TheheathenconvertsthrongedthechapeldoorAtmorningmass，when，saystheoldtradition，Afrightfulwhoopthroughoutthechurchresounded，Andtotheirfeetthecongregationbounded。
Atrampofhoofsuponthebeatencourse，Thencameasightthatmadethebravestquail：
AphantomFriaronaspectrehorse，Draggedbyacreaturedeckedwithhornsandtail。
BytheloneMission，withthewhirlwind’sforce，Theymadlyswept，andleftasulphuroustrail：
Andthatwasall，——enoughtotellthestory，Andleaveunblessedthosesoulsinpurgatory。
Andeverafter，onthatfataldayThatFriarPedrorodeabroadlassoing，AghostlycouplecameandwentawayWithsavagewhoopandheathenishhallooing，WhichbroughtdiscreditonSanLuisRey，AndprovedtheMission’sruinandundoing；
Foreretenyearshadpassed，thesquawandFriarPerformedtoemptywallsandfallenspire。
TheMissionisnomore；uponitswall。
Thegoldenlizardsslip，orbreathlesspause，StillasthesunshinebrokenlythatfallsThroughcranniedroofandspider-websofgauze；
Nomorethebellitssolemnwarningcalls，——
Aholiersilencethrillsandoverawes；
Andthesharplightsandshadowsofto-dayOutlinetheMissionofSanLuisRey。
INTHEMISSIONGARDEN
（1865）
FATHERFELIPE
IspeaknottheEnglishwell，butPachita，Shespeakforme；isitnotso，myPancha？
Eh，littlerogue？Come，salutemethestrangerAmericano。
Sir，inmycountrywesay，\"Wheretheheartis，Therelivethespeech。\"Ah！younotunderstand？So！
Pardonanoldman，——whatyoucall\"oldfogy，\"——
PadreFelipe！
Old，Senor，old！justsooldastheMission。
Youseethatpear-tree？Howoldyouthink，Senor？
Fifteenyear？Twenty？Ah，Senor，justfiftyGonesinceIplanthim！
Youlikethewine？ItissomeattheMission，Madefromthegrapeoftheyeareighteenhundred；
AllthesametimewhentheearthquakehecometoSanJuanBautista。
ButPanchaistwelve，andsheistherose-tree；
AndIamtheolive，andthisisthegarden：
And\"Pancha\"wesay，buthernameis\"Francisca，\"
Samelikehermother。
Eh，youknewHER？No？Ah！itisastory；
ButIspeaknot，likePachita，theEnglish：
So！ifItry，youwillsitherebesideme，Andshallnotlaugh，eh？
WhentheAmericancometotheMission，ManyarriveatthehouseofFrancisca：
One，——hewasfineman，——hebuythecattleOfJoseCastro。
So！hecamemuch，andFrancisca，shesawhim：
Anditwaslove，——andaverydryseason；
Andthepearsbakeonthetree，——andtheraincome，ButnotFrancisca。
Notforoneyear；andonenightIhavewalkmuchUndertheolive-tree，whencomesFrancisca，——
Comestomehere，withherchild，thisFrancisca，——
Undertheolive-tree。
Sir，itwassad；……butIspeaknottheEnglish；
So！……shestayhere，andshewaitforherhusband：
Hecomenomore，andshesleeponthehillside；
TherestandsPachita。
Ah！there’stheAngelus。Willyounotenter？
OrshallyouwalkinthegardenwithPancha？
Go，littlerogue——st！attendtothestranger！
Adios，Senor。
PACHITA（briskly）。
So，he’sbeentellingthatyarnaboutmother！
Blessyou！hetellsittoeverystranger：
Folksaboutyersaytheoldman’smyfather；
What’syouropinion？
THELOSTGALLEON*
Insixteenhundredandforty-one，Theregularyearlygalleon，Ladenwithodorousgumsandspice，IndiacottonsandIndiarice，AndtherichestsilksoffarCathay，WasdueatAcapulcoBay。
Dueshewas，andoverdue，——
Galleon，merchandiseandcrew，Creepingalongthroughrainandshine，Throughthetropics，undertheline。
Thetrainswerewaitingoutsidethewalls，Thewivesofsailorsthrongedthetown，Thetraderssatbytheiremptystalls，AndtheViceroyhimselfcamedown；
Thebellsinthetowerwerealla-trip，TeDeumswereoneachFather’slip，ThelimeswereripeninginthesunForthesickofthecominggalleon。
Allinvain。Weekspassedaway，Andyetnogalleonsawthebay。
Indiagoodsadvancedinprice；
TheGovernormissedhisfavoritespice；
TheSenoritasmournedforsandalAndthefamouscottonsofCoromandel；
Andsomeforanabsentloverlost，Andoneforahusband，——DonaJulia，Wifeofthecaptaintempest-tossed，Incircumstancessopeculiar；
EventheFathers，unawares，Grumbledalittleattheirprayers；
AndallalongthecoastthatyearVotivecandlesworescarceanddear。
NeveratearbedimstheeyeThattimeandpatiencewillnotdry；
NeveralipiscurvedwithpainThatcan’tbekissedintosmilesagain；
Andthesesametruths，asfarasIknow，ObtainedonthecoastofMexicoMorethantwohundredyearsago，Insixteenhundredandfifty-one，——
Tenyearsafterthedeedwasdone，——
Andfolkshadforgottenthegalleon：
Thediversplungedinthegulfforpearls，WhiteastheteethoftheIndiangirls；
Thetraderssatbytheirfullbazaars；
Themuleswithmanyawearyload，Andoxendraggingtheircreakingcars，Cameandwentonthemountainroad。
Wherewasthegalleonallthiswhile？
Wreckedonsomelonelycoralisle，Burntbytherovingsea-marauders，Orsailingnorthundersecretorders？
HadshefoundtheAnianpassagefamed，BylyingMaldonadoclaimed，Andsailedthroughthesixty-fifthdegreeDirecttotheNorthAtlanticSea？
Orhadshefoundthe\"RiverofKings，\"
OfwhichDeFontetoldsuchstrangethings，Insixteenforty？Neverasign，Eastorwestorundertheline，Theysawofthemissinggalleon；
NeverasailorplankorchipTheyfoundofthelong-losttreasure-ship，Orenoughtobuildataleupon。
Butwhenshewaslost，andwhereandhow，Arethefactswe’recomingtojustnow。
Take，ifyouplease，thechartofthatday，PublishedatMadrid，——porelRey；
LookforaspotintheoldSouthSea，ThehundredandeightiethdegreeLongitudewestofMadrid：there，Undertheequatorialglare，Justwheretheeastandwestareone，You’llfindthemissinggalleon，——
You’llfindtheSanGregorio，yetRidingtheseas，withsailsallset，FreshasupontheverydayShesailedfromAcapulcoBay。
Howdidshegetthere？WhatstrangespellKepthertwohundredyearssowell，Freefromdecayandmortaltaint？
Whatbuttheprayersofapatronsaint！
AhundredleaguesfromManillatown，TheSanGregorio’shelmcamedown；
Roundshewentonherheel，andnotAcable’slengthfromagalliotThatrockedonthewatersjustabreastOfthegalleon’scourse，whichwaswest-sou’-west。
Thensaidthegalleon’scommandante，GeneralPedroSobriente（Thatwashisrankonlandandmain，AregularcustomofOldSpain），\"Mypilotisdeadofscurvy：mayIaskthelongitude，time，andday？\"
Thefirsttwogivenandcompared；
Thethird——thecommandantestared！
\"TheFIRSTofJune？Imakeitsecond。\"
Saidthestranger，\"Thenyou’vewronglyreckoned；
ImakeitFIRST：asyoucamethisway，Youshouldhavelost，d’yesee，aday；
Lostaday，asplainlysee，Onthehundredandeightiethdegree。\"
\"Lostaday？\"\"Yes；ifnotrude，Whendidyoumakeeastlongitude？\"
\"OntheninthofMay，——ourpatron’sday。\"
\"Ontheninth？——YOUHADNONINTHOFMAY！
Eighthandtenthwasthere；butstay\"——
Toolate；forthegalleonboreaway。
Lostwasthedaytheyshouldhavekept，Lostunheededandlostunwept；
Lostinawaythatmadesearchvain，Lostinatracklessandboundlessmain；
LostlikethedayofJob’sawfulcurse，Inhisthirdchapter，thirdandfourthverse；
Wreckedwastheirpatron’sonlyday，——
WhatwouldtheholyFatherssay？
SaidtheFrayAntonioEstavan，Thegalleon’schaplain，——alearnedman，——
\"Nothingislostthatyoucanregain；
Andthewaytolookforathingisplain，Togowhereyoulostit，backagain。
BackwithyourgalleontillyouseeThehundredandeightiethdegree。
Waittilltherollingyeargoesround，Andtherewillthemissingdaybefound；
Foryou’llfind，ifcomputation’strue，ThatsailingEASTwillgivetoyouNotonlyoneninthofMay，buttwo，——
Oneforthegoodsaint’spresentcheer，Andoneforthedaywelostlastyear。\"
Backtothespotsailedthegalleon；
Where，foratwelvemonth，offandonThehundredandeightiethdegreeSheroseandfellonatropicsea。
Butlo！whenitcametotheninthofMay，AllofasuddenbecalmedshelayOnedegreefromthatfatalspot，Withoutthepowertomoveaknot；
Andofcoursethemomentshelostherway，Gonewasherchancetosavethatday。
Tocutalengtheningstoryshort，Sheneversavedit。MadethesportOfevilspiritsandbafflingwind，Shewasalwaysbeforeorjustbehind，Onedaytoosoonoronedaytoolate，Andthesun，meanwhile，wouldneverwait。
ShehadtwoEighths，assheidlylay，TwoTenths，butneveraNINTHofMay；
AndtheresheridesthroughtwohundredyearsOfdrearypenanceandanxiousfears；
Yet，throughthegraceofthesaintsheserved，Captainandcrewarestillpreserved。
Byacomputationthatstillholdsgood，MadebytheHolyBrotherhood，TheSanGregoriowillcrossthatlineInnineteenhundredandthirty-nine：
JustthreehundredyearstoadayFromthetimeshelosttheninthofMay。
AndthefolkinAcapulcotown，Overthewaterslookingdown，WillseeintheglowofthesettingsunThesailsofthemissinggalleon，AndtheroyalstandardofPhilipRey，Thegleamingmastandglisteningspar，Asshenearsthesurfoftheouterbar。
ATeDeumsungonhercrowdeddeck，Anodorofspicealongtheshore，Acrash，acryfromashatteredwreck，——
AndtheyearlygalleonsailsnomoreInoroutoftheoldenbay；
Fortheblessedpatronhasfoundhisday。
——————-
Suchisthelegend。Hearthistruth：
Overthetracklesspast，somewhere，Liethelostdaysofourtropicyouth，Onlyregainedbyfaithandprayer，Onlyrecalledbyprayerandplaint：
Eachlostdayhasitspatronsaint！
*Seenotesatend。
III。INDIALECT
\"JIM\"
Saythere！P’r’apsSomeonyouchapsMightknowJimWild？
Well，——nooffense：
Tharain’tnosenseIngittin’riled！
JimwasmychumUpontheBar：
That’swhyIcomeDownfromupyar，Lookin’forJim。
Thankye，sir！YOU
Ain’tofthatcrew，——
Blestifyouare！
Money？Notmuch：
Thatain’tmykind；
Iain’tnosuch。
Rum？Idon’tmind，Seein’it’syou。
Well，thisyerJim，——
Didyouknowhim？
Jes’’boutyoursize；
Samekindofeyes；——
Well，thatisstrange：
Why，it’stwoyearSincehecamehere，Sick，forachange。
Well，here’stous：
Eh？
Theh——-yousay！
Dead？
Thatlittlecuss？
Whatmakesyoustar’，Youoverthar？
Can’tamandrop’sglassinyershopButyoumustr’ar？
Itwouldn’ttakeD————dmuchtobreakYouandyourbar。
Dead！
Poor——little——Jim！
Why，tharwasme，Jones，andBobLee，HarryandBen，——
No-accountmen：
ThentotakeHIM！
Well，thar——Good-by——
Nomore，sir——I——
Eh？
What’sthatyousay？
Why，dernit！——sho！——
No？Yes！ByJoe！
Sold！
Sold！Why，youlimb，Youornery，DernedoldLong-leggedJim。
CHIQUITA
Beautiful！Sir，youmaysayso。Tharisn’thermatchinthecounty；
Isthar，oldgal，——Chiquita，mydarling，mybeauty？
Feelofthatneck，sir，——thar’svelvet！Whoa！steady，——ah，willyou，youvixen！
Whoa！Isay。Jack，trotherout；letthegentlemanlookatherpaces。
Morgan！——sheain’tnothingelse，andI’vegotthepaperstoproveit。
SiredbyChippewaChief，andtwelvehundreddollarswon’tbuyher。
BriggsofTuolumneownedher。DidyouknowBriggsofTuolumne？
BustedhisselfinWhitePine，andblewouthisbrainsdownin’Frisco？
Hedn’tnosavey，hedBriggs。Thar，Jack！that’lldo，——quitthatfoolin’！
Nothin’towhatshekindo，whenshe’sgotherworkcutoutbeforeher。
Hossesishosses，youknow，andlikewise，too，jockeysisjockeys：
And’tain’tev’rymanascanrideasknowswhatahosshasgotinhim。
KnowtheoldfordontheFork，thatnearlygotFlanigan’sleaders？
Nastyindaylight，youbet，andamightyroughfordinlowwater！
Well，itain’tsixweeksagothatmeandtheJedgeandhisneveyStruckforthatfordinthenight，intherain，andthewaterallroundus；
Uptoourflanksinthegulch，andRattlesnakeCreekjusta-bilin’，Notaplankleftinthedam，andnaryabridgeontheriver。
Ihadthegray，andtheJedgehadhisroan，andhisnevey，Chiquita；
Andafterustrundledtherocksjestloosedfromthetopofthecanyon。
Lickity，lickity，switch，wecametotheford，andChiquitaBuckledrightdowntoherwork，and，aforeIcouldyelltoherrider，Tookwaterjestattheford，andtherewastheJedgeandmestanding，Andtwelvehundreddollarsofhoss-fleshafloat，anda-driftin’tothunder！
Wouldyeb’lieveit？Thatnight，thathoss，that’arfilly，Chiquita，Walkedherselfintoherstall，andstoodthere，allquietanddripping：
Cleanasabeaverorrat，withnaryabuckleofharness，JustassheswamtheFork，——thathoss，that’arfilly，Chiquita。
That’swhatIcallahoss！and——Whatdidyousay？——Oh，thenevey？
Drownded，Ireckon，——leastways，heneverkembecktodenyit。
Yeseethedernedfoolhadnoseat，yecouldn’thavemadehimarider；
Andthen，yeknow，boyswillbeboys，andhosses——well，hossesishosses！
DOW’SFLAT
（1856）
Dow’sFlat。That’sitsname；
AndIreckonthatyouAreastranger？Thesame？
Well，Ithoughtitwastrue，——
Fortharisn’tamanontheriverascan’tspottheplaceatfirstview。
ItwascalledafterDow，——
Whichthesamewasanass，——
AndastothehowThetthethingkemtopass，——
Jesttieupyourhosstothatbuckeye，andsityedownhereinthegrass。
Youseethis’yerDowHedtheworstkindofluck；
HeslippedupsomehowOneachthingthethestruck。
Why，efhe’dastraddledthetfence-rail，thedernedthing’dgetupandbuck。
HeminedonthebarTillhecouldn’tpayrates；
HewassmashedbyacarWhenhetunneledwithBates；
AndrightonthetopofhistroublekemhiswifeandfivekidsfromtheStates。