While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise, ON the two last leaves, and written in another hand, are some stanzas in the romance or ballad measure of the Spaniards. The subject is an adventure soon related. THY lonely watch-tower, Larenille, And loud and long from hill to hill When Hernan, rising on his oar, Shot like an arrow from the shore. "Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle; They glimmer from the sacred pile.' The waves were rough; the hour was late. Thrice he blew the signal-horn, He blew and would not wait. Home by his dangerous path he went; Two Strangers at the Convent-gate. They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock ; and, having asked for admittance, were lodged there. Brothers in arms the Guests appeared; His velvet cap a medal bore, And ermine fringed his broidered vest; *The Convent of La Rábida. And, ever sparkling on his breast, The Eldest had a rougher aspect, and there was craft in his eye. He stood a little behind in a long black mantle, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword; and his white hat and white shoes glittered in the moon-shine. † "Not here unwelcome, tho' unknown. The moon, that thro' the portal shone, Thro' many a court and gallery dim When other sounds had died away, * See Bernal Diaz, c. 203; and also a well-known portrait of Cortes, ascribed to Titian. Cortes was now in the 43rd, Pizarro in the 50th year of his age. Augustin Zaratè, lib. iv. c. 9. Where God was worshipped, night and day, * - "PEREZ, thou good old man," they cried, The supper in the chamber done, *Late Superior of the House. In the chancel of the cathedral of St. Domingo. The words of the epitaph. Colon." "A Castilia y a Leon nuevo Mundo dio § Mexico. |