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In Seville was he born, a pleasant city,
So says the proverb and I quite agree;
Of all the Spanish towns is none more pretty,
Cadiz perhaps but that you soon may see:Don Juan's parents lived beside the river,
A noble stream, and call'd the Guadalquivir.
His father's name was Jóse · Don; of course,
Of Moor or Hebrew blood, he traced his source
Or, being mounted, e'er got down again, Than Jóse, who begot our hero, who Begot but that's to come- -Well, to renew:
His mother was a learned lady, famed
For every branch of every science known
With virtues equall'd by her wit alone,
And even the good with inward envy groan,
Her memory was a mine: she knew by heart
So that if any actor miss'd his part
She could have serv'd him for the prompter's copy;
For her Feinagle's were an useless art,
Her favourite science was the mathematical,
She knew the Latin - that is,,,the Lord's prayer,"
the alphabet -I'm nearly sure;
She read some French romances here and there, Although her mode of speaking was not pure; For native Spanish she had no great care,
At least her conversation was obscure;
Her thoughts were theorems, her words a problem; As if she deem'd that mystery would ennoble 'em.
She liked the English and the Hebrew tongue,
And said there was analogy between 'em; She proved it somehow out of sacred song, But I must leave the proofs to those who've seen 'em, But this I heard her say, and can't be wrong, And all my think which way their judgments
the Hebrew noun which means
The English always use to govern d―n."
In short, she was a walking calculation,
Miss Edgeworth's novels stepping from their
Or Mrs. Trimmer's books on education,
Or,,Coelebs' Wife" set out in quest of lovers, Morality's prim personification,
In which not Envy's self a flaw discovers,
Oh! she was perfect past all parallel
Of any modern female saint's comparison; So far above the cunning powers of hell,
Her guardian angel had given up his garrison; Even her minutest motions went as well
As those of the best time-piece made by Harrison: In virtues nothing earthly could surpass her, Save thine,,Incomparable oil," Macassar!