iginal is a folio pamphlet, extending to twelve
numbered pages. Of this pamphlet no more than two copies would appear to
have been struck off, and both are fortunately extant to-day. One of
these was formerly in the possession of Dr. William J. Knapp, and is now
the property of the Hispanic Society of New York. The second example is
in my own library. This was Borrow's own copy, and is freely corrected
in his handwriting throughout. From this copy the present edition has
been printed, and in preparing it the whole of the corrections and
additions made by Borrow to the text of the original pamphlet have been
adopted.

A reduced facsimile of the last page of the pamphlet serves as
frontispiece to the present volume.

T. J. W.

A SUPPLEMENTARY CHAPTER TO THE BIBLE IN SPAIN

Does Gibraltar, viewing the horrors which are continually taking place in
Spain, and which, notwithstanding their frequent grotesqueness, have
drawn down upon that country the indignation of the entire civilized
world, never congratulate herself on her severance from the peninsula,
for severed she is morally and physically? Who knows what is passing in
the bosom of the old Rock? Yet on observing the menacing look which she
casts upon Spain across the neutral ground, we have thought that provided
she could speak it would be something after the following fashion:--

Accursed land! I hate thee; and, far from being a defence, will
invariably prove a thorn in thy side, a source of humiliation and
ignominy, a punishment for thy sorceries, thy abominations and
idolatries--thy cruelty, thy cowardice and miserable pride; I will look
on whilst thy navies are burnt in my many bays, and thy armies perish
before my eternal walls--I will look on whilst thy revenues are defrauded
and ruined, and thy commerce becomes a bye word and a laughing-stock, and
I will exult the while and shout--'I am an instrument in the hand of the
Lord, even I, the old volcanic hill--I have pertained to the Moor and the
Briton--they have unfolded their banners from my heights, and I have been
content--I have belonged solely to the irrational beings of nature, and
no human hum invaded my solitudes; the eagle nestled on my airy crags,
and the tortoise and the sea-calf dreamed in my watery caverns
undisturbed; even then I was content, for I was aloof from Spain and her
sons. The days of my shame were those whe