LXXXI.

The Sun went down, the smoke rose up, as from A half-unquenched volcano, o'er a space Which well beseemed the "Devil's drawing-room," As some have qualified that wondrous place: But Juan felt, though not approaching _Home_, As one who, though he were not of the race, Revered the soil, of those true sons the mother, Who butchered half the earth, and bullied t' other.[557]