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Ah, how forget when to my ravish'd sight (That in the aisles at midnight haunt me still,
The Cross shone forth in everlasting light! (31) Turning my lonely thoughts from good to ill)

"T was the mid hour, when He, whose accents dread, “ Were there no graves none in our land," they cry,
Suill wander'd through the regions of the dead, “That thou hast brought us on the deep to die?”
(Merion, commission'd with his host to sweep Silent with sorrow, long within his cloak
From age to age the melancholy deep)

His face he muffled—then the Hero spoke. To elude the seraph-guard that watch'd for man, “Generous and brave! when God himself is here, And mar, as erst, the Eternal's perfect plan, Why shake at shadows in your mid career ? Roxe like the Condor, and, at towering height, He can suspend the laws himself design'd, In pompof plumage sail'd,deep'ning the shades of night. He walks the waters, and the winged wind; Roc of the West! to him all empire given!(32) Himself your guide! and yours the high behest, Who bears Asalhua's dragon-folds to heaven; (33) To lift your voice, and bid a world be blest! Hur flight a whirlwind, and, when heard afar, And can you shrink?(42) to you, to you consign'd Like thunder, or the distant din of war!

The glorious privilege to serve mankind! Mountains and seas fled backward as he pass'd Oh had I perish’d, when my failing frame (43) O'er the great globe, by not a cloud o'ercast Clung to the shatter'd oar 'mid wrecks of flame! From the Antarctic, from the Land of Firel -Was it for this I linger'd life away, To where Alaska's wintry wilds retire; (34)

The scorn

Folly, and of Fraud the prey; (44) From mines of gold, (35) and giant-sons of earth, Bow'd down my mind, the gift His bounty gave, To grots of ice, and tribes of pigmy birth

At courts a suitor, and to slaves a slave? Who freeze alive, nor, dead, in dust repose, -Yet in His name whom only we should fear, High-hung in forests to the casing snows. (36) ('T is all, all I shall ask, or you shall hear), Now 'mid angelic multitudes he flies,

Grant but three days.”—He spoke not uninspired ; (45) That bourly come with blessings from the skies; And each in silence to his watch retired. Wingthe blue element, and, borne sublime,

At length among us came an unknown Voice! Eyes the set sun, gilding each distant clime;

Go, if ye will ; and, if ye can, rejoice. Then, like a meteor, shooting to the main,

Go, with unbidden guests the banquet share; Melts into pure intelligence again.

In his own shape shall Death receive you there."(46)

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A mutiny excited.
WHAT though Despondence reign'd, and wild

Land discovered.

Twice in the zenith blazed the orb of light; Stretch'd in the midst, and, through that dismal No shade, all sun, insufferably bright! night, (37)

Then the long line found rest—in coral gro7es By his white plume reveal'd and buskins white, (38) Silent and dark, where the sea-lion roves :Slept Roldan. When he closed his gay career, And all on deck, kindling to life again, Hope fled for ever, and with Hope fled Fear. Sent forth their anxious spirits o'er the main. Blest with each gift indulgent Fortune sends, “Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence Birth and its rights, wealth and its train of friends, These perfumes, strangers to the raptured sense ? Star-like he shone! Now beggar'd and alone, These boughs of gold, and fruits of heavenly hue, Danger he wood, and claim'd her for his own. Tinging with vermeil light the billows blue ?

O'er him a Vampire his dark wings display'd. (39) And (thrice, thrice blessed is the eye that spied, Twas Merion's self, covering with dreadful shade: (40) The hand that snatch'd it sparkling in the tide) He came, and, couch'd on Roldan's ample breast, Whose cunning carved this vegetable bowl," Each secret pore of breathing life possess'd, Symbol of social rites, and intercourse of soul ?" Fanning the sleep that seem'd his final rest; Such to their grateful ear the gush of springs, Tben, inly gliding (41) like a subtle flame,

Who course the ostrich, as away she wings;
Subdued the man, and from his thrilling frame Sons of the desert! who delight to dwell
Sent forth the voice! “ We live, we breathe no more! 'Mid kneeling camels round the sacred well;
The fatal wind blows on the dreary shore! Who, ere the terrors of his pomp be past,
On yonder cliffs beckoning their fellow-prey, Fall to the demon in the redd’ning blast.2
The spectres stalk, and murmur at delay!

The sails were furld: with many a melting close,
- Yet if thou canst (not for myself I plead! Solemn and slow the evening-anthem rose,
Mine hat to follow where 't is thine to lead) Rose to the Virgin. (47) 'T was the hour of day,
Oh turn and save! To thee, with streaming eyes, When setting suns o'er summer-seas display
To thee each widow kneels, each orphan cries ! A path of glory, opening in the west
Who now, condemn'd the lingering hours to tell, To golden climes, and islands of the blest;
Think and but think of those they loved so well!" And human voices, on the silent air,

All melt in tears! but what can tears avail? Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there! These climb the mast, and shift the swelling sail. Chosen of Men! (48) 't was thine, at noon of night, These snatch the helm; and round me now I hear First from the prow to hail the glimmering light; (49) Suiting of hands, outcries of grief and fear,

1 Ex ligno lucido confectum, et arte mirâ laboratum. P. Mar1 Tierra del Fuego.

tyr, dec. i, 5.

2 The Simoom.

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(Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray
Enters the soul, and makes the darkness day!)

Pedro! Rodrigo! (50) there, methought it shone!
There in the west! and now, alas, 't is gone!--
"T was all a dream! we gaze and gaze in vain!

Cora-luxuriant Vegetation-the Humming-bird--the -But mark, and speak not, there it comes again!

Fountain of Youth.
It moves what form unseen, what being there
With torch-like lustre fires the murky air?
His instincts, passions, say how like our own! THEN Cora came, the youngest of her race,
Oh! when will day reveal a world unknown?" And in her hands she hid her lovely face;

Yet oft by stealth a timid glance she cast,
And now with playful step the Mirror passid,

Each bright reflection brighter than the last!

And oft behind it flew, and oft before ;
The more she search d, pleased and perplex'd the more!
And look'd and laugh'd, and blush'd with quick sur.

The New World.

Her lips all mirth, all ecstasy her eyes!
Long on the wave the morning mists reposed,

But soon the telescope attracts her view;
Then broke-and, melting into light, disclosed And lo, her lover in his light canoe
Half-circling hills, whose everlasting woods

Rocking, at noon-tide, on the silent sea,
Sweep with their sable skirts the shadowy floods :

Before her lies! It cannot, cannot be.
And say, when all, to holy transport given,

Late as he left the shore, she linger'd there,
Embraced and wept as at the gates of Heaven, TiII, less and less, he melted into air
When one and all of us, repentant, ran,

Sigh after sigh steals from her gentle frame,
And, on our faces, bless'd the wondrous Man;

And said—that murmur-was it not his name? Say, was I then deceived, or from the skies

She turns, and thinks; and, lost in wild amaze, Burst on my ear seraphic harmonies ?

Gazes again, and could for ever gaze! “Glory to God!” unnumber'd voices sung, “Glory to God!" the vales and mountains rung,

Nor can thy flute, Alonso, now excite, Voices that hail'd' Creation's primal morn,

As in Valencia, when, with fond delight,

Francisca, waking, to the lattice flew, And to the Shepherds sung a Savior born.

So soon to love and to be wretched too! Slowly, bare-headed, through the surf we bore

Hers through a convent-grate to send her last adien. The sacred cross, (51) and, kneeling, kiss'd the shore.

-Yet who now comes uncall’d; and round and round, But what a scene was there! (52) Nymphs of And near and nearer flutters to its sound; romance, (53)

Then stirs not, breathes not-on enchanted ground? Youths graceful as the Faun, with eager glance, Who now lets fall the flowers she cull'd to wear Spring from the glades, and down the alleys peep, When he, who promised, should at eve be there; Then headlong rush, bounding from steep to steep, And faintly smiles, and hangs her head aside And clap their hands, exclaiming as they run,

The fear that glistens on her cheek to hide! " Come and behold the Children of the Sun!”

Ah, who but Cora !—till inspired, possess'd, When hark, a signal-shot! The voice, it came

At once she springs and clasps it to her breast! Over the sea in darkness and in flame! They saw, they heard; and up the highest hill,

Soon from the bay the mingling crowd ascends, As in a picture, all at once were still!

Kindred first met! by sacred instinct Friends! Creatures so fair, in garments strangely wrought,

Through citron-groves, and fields of yellow maize, (57) From citadels, with Heaven's own thunder fraught,

Through plantain-walks where not a sun-beam plays. Check'd their light footsteps_statue-like, they stood, Here blue savannas fade into the sky,

There forests frown in midnight majesty; As worshipp'd forms, the Genii of the Wood!

Ceiba, (58) and Indian fig, and plane sublime, At length the spell dissolves! The warrior's lance Nature's first-born, and reverenced by Time! Rings on the tortoise with wild dissonance!

There sits the bird that speaks! (59) there, quivering And see, the regal plumes, the couch of state!(54)

rise Still, where it moves, the wise in council wait!

Wings that reflect the glow of evening skies! See now borne forth the monstrous mask of gold,"

Half bird, half fly, (60) the fairy king of flowers (61) And ebon chair of many a serpent-fold;

Reigns there, and revels (62) thro' the fragrant hours; These now exchanged for gifts that thrice surpass Gem full of life, and joy, and song divine, The wondrous ring, and lamp, and horse of brass. (55) Soon in the virgin's graceful ear to shine. (63) What long-drawn tube (56) transports the gazer home, Kindling with stars at noon the ethereal dome?

'Twas he that sung, if ancient Fame speaks truth, "T is here: and here circles of solid light?

“Come! follow, follow to the Fount of Youth! Charm with another self the cheated sight;

I quaff the ambrosial mists that round it rise, As man to man another self disclose,

Dissolved and lost in dreams of Paradise!
That now with terror starts, with triumph glows!

For there callid forth, to bless a happier hour,
It met the sun in many a rainbow-shower!

Murmuring delight, its living waters rollid
IF. Columbus, c. 98 and 34. 2 F. Columbus, c. 63.

'Mid branching palms and amaranths of gold! (64)

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That night, transported, with a sigh I said,

• 'T' is all a dream !"--Now, like a dream, 't is fled ;

And many and many a year has pass'd away,
Evening--banquet-the ghost of Cazziva.

And I alone remain to watch and pray!
The tamarind closed her leaves; the marmoset

Yet oft in darkness, on my bed of straw,

Oft I awake and think on what I saw!
Dream'd on his bough, and play'd the mimic yet.
Fresh from the lake the breeze of twilight blew,

The groves, the birds, the youths, the nymphs recall, And vast and deep the mountain-shadows grew;

And Cora, loveliest, sweetest of them all.
When many a fire-fly, shooting through the glade,
Spangled the locks of many a lovely maid,
Who now danced forth to strew our path with flowers,

And hymn our welcome to celestial bowers.'
There odorous lamps adorn'd the festal rite,

A Vision.
And guavas blush'd as in the vales of light. (65)
There silent sat many an unbidden Guest, (66)

Still would I speak of Him before I went, Whome stedfast looks a secret dread impressid;

Who among us a life of sorrow spent, (72) Not there forgot the sacred fruit that fed

And, dying, left a world his monument; At nightly feasts the Spirits of the Dead,

Still, if the time allow'd! My hour draws near; Mingling in scenes that mirth to mortals give,

But He will prompt me when I faint with fear. But by their sadness known from those that live.

-Alas, He hears me not! He cannot hear! There met, as erst, within the wonted grove, Twice the moon fill'd her silver urn with light, Unmarried girls and youths that died for love! Then from the Throne an Angel wing'd his flight Sons now beheld their ancient sires again, He, who unfix'd the compass, and assign'd And sires, alas, their sons in battle slain! (67) O'er the wild waves a pathway to the wind ; But whence that sigh? "T was from a heart that Who, while approach'd by none but Spirits pure, broke!

Wrought, in nis progress through the dread obscure, And whence that voice? As from the grave it spoke ! Signs like the ethereal bow—that shall endure ! (73) And who, as unresolved the feast to share,

As he descended through the upper air, Sits half-withdrawn in faded splendor there? Day broke on day as God himself were there! 'T' is be of yore, the warrior and the sage, Before the great Discoverer, laid to rest, Whose lips have moved in prayer from age to age; He stood, and thus his secret soul address’d: (74) Whose eyes, that wander'd as in search before, “The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey, Now on Columbus fix'd-10 search no more!

Millions await thy coming; hence, away! Cazziva, (68) gifted in his day to know

To thee blest tidings of great joy consign’d, The gathering signs of a long night of woe ; Another Nature, and a new Mankind ! Gifted by those who give but to enslave;

The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cease ; No rest in death! no refuge in the grave!

Young men be glad, and old depart in peace!" -With sudden spring as at the shout of war,

Hence! though assembling in the fields of air, He flier! and, turning in his flight, from far Now, in a night of clouds, thy Foes prepare Glares through the gloom like some portentous star! To rock the globe with elemental wars, Unseen, unheard !-Hence, Minister of Ill! (69) And dash the floods of ocean to the stars; (75) Hence, 't is not yet the hour! though come it will! To bid the meek repine, the valiant weep, They that foretold—100 soon shall they fulfil ; (70)

And Thee restore thy Secret to the Deep!(76) When forth they rush as with the torrent's sweep, (71)

“ Not then to leave Thee! to their vengeance cast, And deeds are done that make the Angels weep!

Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast!? Hark, o'er the busy mead the shell’ proclaims Triumphs, and masques, and high heroic games. To other eyes shall Mexico unfold And now the old sit round; and now the young Her feather'd tapestries, and roofs of gold. Climb the green boughs, the murmuring doves among To other eyes, from distant cliff descried, (77) Who claims the prize, when winged feet contend; Shall the Pacific roll his ample tide; When twanging bows the flaming arrows send ? There destined soon rich argosies to ride. Who stands self-centred in the field of fame, Chains thy reward! beyond the Atlantic wave And, grappling, flings to earth a giant's frame? Hung in thy chamber, buried in thy grave! (78) Whikt all, with anxious hearts and eager eyes, Thy reverend form, (79) to time and grief a prey, Bend as he bends, and, as he rises, rise !

A phantom wandering in the light of day! And Cora's self, in pride of beauty here,

“What though thy grey hairs to the dust descend, Trembles with grief and joy, and hope and fear!

Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the end : * She who, the fairest, ever few the first,

Thy sons reproach'd with their great father's fame, With cup of balm to quench his burning thirst;

And on his world inscribed another's name! Knelt at his head, her fan-leaf in her hand,

That world a prison-house, full of sights of woe, And huunm'd the air that pleased him, while she fann'd) Where groans burst forth, and tears in torrents flow How blest his lot!-though, by the muse unsung, Elix name shall perish, when his knell is rung.

1 P. Martyr, Epist. 133, 152.

2 See the Eumenides of Æschylus, v. 305, etc. I P. Marti, dec. 1, 5. 2 P. Martyr, dec. iii, c. 7. 3 Clavigero, VII. 52. 3 Rochefort, c. .

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These gardens of the sun, sacred to song,

“Not here unwelcome, tho' unknown. By dogs of carnage, (80) howling loud and long,

Enter and rest!" the Friar said. Swept—till the voyager, in the desert air, (81)

The moon, that through the portal shone, Starts back to hear his alter'd accents there! (82)

Shone on his reverend head.

Through many a court and gallery dim “Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring,

Slowly he led, the burial-hymn Not peace, but war! Yet from these shores shall spring Swelling from the distant choir. Peace without end;' from these, with blood defiled, But now the holy men retire; Spread the pure spirit of thy Master mild!

The arched cloisters issuing thro'. Here, in His train, shall arts and arms attend, (83)

In long long order, two and two. Arts to adorn, and arms but to defend.

When other sounds had died away, Assembling here, (84) all nations shall be blest ;

And the waves were heard alone, The sad be comforted, the weary rest :

They enter'd, though unused to pray, Untouch'd shall drop the fetters from the slave; (85) Where God was worshippd, night and day. And He shall rule the world he died to save!

And the dead knelt round in stone;

They enter'd, and from aisle to aisle “ Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done.

Wander'd with folded arms awhile, A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun!

Where on his altar-tomb (89) reclined And though bad men shall long thy course pursue,

The crosierd Abbot; and the Knight As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew,?

In harness for the Christian fight, He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign ;

His hands in supplication join'd;The spoiler spoil'd of all ; (86) the slayer slain; (87) Then said as in a solemn mood, The tyrant's self, oppressing and opprest,

** Now stand we where Columbus stood !" 'Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest : (88)

"Perez,' thou good old man," they cried, While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise,

"And art thou in thy place of rest?(Not there unsung thy generous enterprise!)

Though in the western world His grave,2 (90) Thine in all hearts to dwell—by Fame enshrined,

That other world, the gift He gave, With those the Few, that live but for Mankind :

Would ye were sleeping side by side! Thine evermore, transcendant happiness!

Of all his friends He loved thee best." World beyond world to visit and to bless."

The supper in the chamber done, On the two last leaves, and written in another

Much of a Southern Sea they spake,

And of that glorious city 4 won hand, are some stanzas in the romance or ballad meas

Near the setting of the Sun, ure of the Spaniards. The subject is an adventure

Throned in a silver lake; soon related.

Of seven kings in chains of gold, 5
Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille,

And deeds of death by tongue untold,
Had lost the western sun;

Deeds such as, breathed in secret there,
And loud and long from hill to hill

Had shaken the Confession-chair!
Echoed the evening-gun,

The Eldest swore by our Lady, the Youngest by
When Hernan, rising on his oar,

his conscience;' while the Franciscan, sitting by in Shot like an arrow from the shore.

his grey habit, lurned away and crossed himself Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle ;

again and again. “Here is a little book," said he at They glimmer from the sacred pile." 3

last, "the work of him in his shroud below. It tells The waves were rough; the hour was late,

of things you have mentioned; and, were Cortes and But soon across the Tinto borne, Thrice be blew the signal-horn,

Pizarro here, it might perhaps make them reflect for He blew and would not wait.

a moment." The youngest smiled as he took it into Home by his dangerous path he went;

his hand. He read it aloud to his companion with Leaving, in rich habiliment,

an unfaltering voice; but, when he laid it downı, & Two Strangers at the Convent-gate.

silence ensued ; nor was he seen to smile again that They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; and, night. “The curse is heavy," said he at parting, having asked for admittance, were lodged there. but Cortes may live to disappoint it."-" Ay, and Brothers in arms the Guests appear'd;

Pizarro 100.!"
The Youngest with a Princely grace!

A circumstance, recorded by Herrera, renders this visit
Short and sable was his beard,

not improbable. "In May 1598, Cortes arrived unexpectedly at Thoughtful and wan his face.

Palos ; and, soon after he had landed, he and Pizarro met and His velvet cap a medal bore.

rejoiced ; and it was remarkable that they should meet, as they And ermine fringed his broider'd vest;

were two of the most renowned men in the world." B. Diaz

makes no mention of the interview; but, relating an occurrence And, ever sparkling on his breast,

that took place at this time in Palos, says, " that Cortes was An image of St. John he wore.4

now absent at Nuestra Senora de la Rabida." The Convent The eldest had a rougher aspect, and there was craft is within half a league of the town. in his eye. He stood a little behind in a long black

I Late Superior of the House. mantle, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword; and

2 In the chancel of the cathedral of St. Domingo. his white hat and white shoes glittered in the moon- 3 The words of the epitaph. "A Castilia y a Leon nuevo shine.

Mundo dio Colon."

4 Mexico.

5 Afterwards the arms of Cortes and his descendants. 1 See Washington's farewell-address to his fellow-citizens. 6 Fernandez, lib. ii, c. 63.

7 B. Dinz, c. 23. 2 See Paradise Lost, X.

8 " After the death of Guatimotzin," says B. Diaz, "he be 4 See Bernal Diaz, c. 203; and also a well-known portrait of came gloomy and restless ; rising continually from his bed, nod Cortes, ascribed to Titian. Cortes was now in the 430, Pizarro wandering about in the dark."--"Nothing prospered with bim, in the 60th year of his age 5 Augustin, Zarato, lib. iv. c. 9. and it was ascribed to the curses he was loaded with."

3 The Convent of Rabida.

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ways from home.-F. COLUMBUS, C. 19. Nos pavidu

-at pater Anchises-lætus. Note 1, page 28, col. 2.

Note 8, page 28, col. 2.

What vast foundations in the Abyss are there. descried of yore. Is him was fulfilled the ancient prophecy

Tasso employs preternatural agents on a similar

-venient annis
Secula seris, quibus Oceanus

Trappassa, ed ecco in quel silvestre loco

Sorge improvvisa la città del foco.
Vincula rerum laxit, etc.

xiii, 33. Seneca in Medea, v. 374.

Gli incanti d'Ismeno, che ingannano con delusioni, al. Which Tasso has imitated in his Gierusalemmetro

non significano, che la falsità delle ragioni, e delle Liberata :

persuasioni, la qual si genera nella moltitudine, e Tempo verrà, che fian d'Ercole i segni

varietà de' pareri, e de' discorsi umani.
Favola vile, etc.
G. xv, 30.

Note 9, page 28, col. 2.
The Poem opens on Friday, the 14th of Septem Atlantic kings their barbarous pomp display'd.
ber, 1492

See Plato's Timæus; where mention is made of Note 2, page 28, col. 2.

mighty kingdoms, which, in a day and a night, had -the great Commander.

disappeared in the Atlantic, rendering its waters unIn the original, El Almirante. In Spanish Amer- navigable. ica." says M. de Humboldt, “ when El Almirante is

Si quæras Helicen et Burin, Achaidas urbes, pronounced without the addition of a name, that of Invenies sub aquis. Columbus is understood; as, from the lips of a Mexi At the destruction of Callao, in 1747, no more than can, El Marchese signifies Cortes ;" and as among the one of all the inhabitants escaped; and he by a provFlorentines, Il Segretario has always signified Mach-idence the most extraordinary. This man was on the iavel

fort that overlooked the harbor, going to strike the Note 3, page 28, col. 2.

flag, when he perceived the sea to retire to a consider** Thee hath it pleased-Thy will be done!” he said.

able distance; and then, swelling mountain-high, it * It has pleased our Lord to grant me faith and as

returned with great violence. The people ran from surance for this enterprise-He has opened my un

their houses in terror and confusion; he heard a cry derstanding, and made me most willing to go." See of Miserere rise from all parts of the city; and immehis Life by his son, Ferd. Columbus, entitled, Hist. del diately all was silent; the sea had entirely overAlmirante Don Christoval Colon, c. 4 and 37.

whelmed it, and buried it for ever in its bosom: but

the same wave that destroyed it, drove a little boat Note 4, page 28, col. 2.

by the place where he stood, into which he threw Whose voice is truth, whose wisdom is from heaven. himself and was saved. The compass might well be an object of supersti

Note 10, page 29, col. 1. tion. A belief is said to prevail even at this day, that

“Land !" and his voice in faltering accents died. it will refuse to traverse when there is a dead body

Historians are not silent on the subject. The sailon board.-Hist. des Navig. aux Terres Australes.

ors, according to Herrera, saw the signs of an inunNote 5, page 28, col. 2.

dated country (tierras anegadas); and it was the gen. Columbus erred not.

eral expectation that they should end their lives there, When these regions were to be illuminated, says as others had done in the frozen sea, “where St. Acosta, cùm divino concilio decretum esset, prospec- Amaro suffers no ship to stir backward or forward." tum etiam divinitus est, ut tam longi itineris dux cer- F. COLUMBUS, c. 19. tws hominibus præberetur.—De Natura Novi Orbis.

Note 11, page 29, col. 1. A romantic circumstance is related of some early

And (whence or why from many an age withheld). navigator in the Histoire Gen. des Voyages, I. i. 2. “On

The author seems to have anticipated his long trouve dans l'ile de Cuervo une statue équestre, cou- slumber in the library of the Fathers. verte d'un manteau, mais la tête nue, qui tenoit de la main gauche la bride du cheval, et qui montroit l'oc

Note 12, page 29, col. 1. cident de la main droite. Il y avoit sur le bas d'un

Hast led thy servantroc quelques lettres gravées, qui ne furent point en “ They may give me what name they please. I tendues ; mais il parut clairement que le signe de la am servant of Him,” etc.-F. COLUMBUS, C. 2. main regardoit l'Amérique."

Note 13, page 29, col. 1.
Note 6, page 28, col. 2.

From world to world their steady course they keep.
He spoke, and, at his call, a mighty Wind.

As St. Christopher carried Christ over the deep The more Christian opinion is that God, at the waters, so Columbus went over safe, himself and his length, with eyes of compassion as it were, looking company.-F. COLUMBUS, c. 1. downe from heaven, intended even then to rayse

Note 14, page 29, col. 1. thorse wirdes of mercy, whereby

this newe

And, rising, shoot in columns to the skies. Worlde receyved the hope of salvation-Certaine

Water-spouts.-See Edwards’s History of the West Preambles to the Decades of the Ocean.

Indies, I. 12. Note.
Note 7, page 28, col. 2.

Note 15, page 29, col. 1.
Folded their arms and aut.

Though changed my cloth of gold for amice grey.-
To retum was deemed impossible, as it blew al See the Inscription, p. 27. Many of the first dis-

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