XXXVII.

The vine-clad porch, where Jules erewhile had seized Fair Blanca while his comrade Ana prest, Was entered soon--the stubborn door, well pleased, They battered with their carbines piecemeal--blest Effects of War, that turns the human breast To tiger fierceness! Pablo leapt from bed, Where soon disturbed his lonely widowed rest. The hussars rushed in by pale light faintly shed From dim night-taper, when thus Jules ferocious said:--