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O'er him a Vampire his dark wings displayed."
'Twas MERION's self, covering with dreadful shade.?
He came, and, couched on ROLDAN's ample breast,
Each secret pore of breathing life possessed,
Fanning the sleep that seemed his final rest;
Then, inly gliding like a subtle flame,
Thrice, with a cry that thrilled the mortal frame,
Called on the Spirit within. Disdaining flight,
Calmly she rose, collecting all her might.3
Dire was the dark encounter! Long unquelled,
Her sacred seat, sovereign and pure, she held.
At length the great Foe binds her for his prize,
And awful, as in death, the body lies!

Bowed down my mind, the gift His bounty gave,
At courts a suitor, and to slaves a slave?

-Yet in His name whom only we should fear,
('Tis all, all I shall ask, or you shall hear)
Grant but three days”_He spoke not unin-

And each in silence to his watch retired

At length among us came an unknown Voice !
“ Go, if ye will; and, if ye can, rejoice.
Go, with unbidden guests the banquet share.
In his own shape shall Death receive you there."9

Not long to slumber ! In an evil hour

Informed and lifted by the unknown Power,
It starts, it speaks ! “We live, we breathe no more;

Land discovered.
The fatal wind blows on the dreary shore ! TWICE in the zenith blazed the orb of light;
On yonder cliffs beckoning their fellow-prey,

No shade, all sun, insufferably bright!
The spectres stalk, and murmur at delay!4

Then the long line found rest—in coral groves -Yet if thou canst (not for myself I plead!

Silent and dark, where the sea-lion roves :Mine but to follow where 'tis thine to lead)

And all on deck, kindling to life again, Oh turn and save! To thee, with streaming eyes,

Sent forth their anxious spirits o'er the main. To thee each widow kneels, each orphan cries !

“Oh whence, as wafted from Elysium, whence Who now, condemned the lingering hours to tell,

These perfumes, strangers to the raptured sense ? Think and but think of those they loved so well!”

These boughs of gold, and fruits of heavenly hue, All melt in tears! but what can tears avail ?

Tinging with vermeil light the billows blue? These climb the mast, and shift the swelling sail.

And (thrice, thrice blessed is the eye that spied, These snatch the helm; and round me now I hear

The hand that snatched it sparkling in the tide) Smiting of hands, out-cries of grief and fear,5

Whose cunning carved this vegetable bowl, 10 (That in the aisles at midnight haunt me still,

Symbol of social rites, and intercourse of soul?'' Turning my lonely thoughts from good to ill) [cry, Such to their grateful ear the gush of springs, “ Were there no graves—none in our land,” they

Who course the ostrich, as away she wings; “ That thou hast brought us on the deep to die ?"

Sons of the desert! who delight to dwell Silent with sorrow, long within his cloak

'Mid kneeling camels round the sacred well; His face he muffled—then the HERO spoke. « Generous and brave! when God himself is here, Fall to the demon in the redd’ning blast.

Who, ere the terrors of his pomp be passed, Why shake at shadows in your mid career ?

The sails were furled; with many a melting close, He can suspend the laws himself designed,

Solemn and slow the evening-anthem rose, He walks the waters, and the winged wind;

Rose to the Virgin.1? 'Twas the hour of day, Himself your guide ! and yours the high behest,

When setting suns o'er summer-seas display To lift your voice, and bid a world be blest ! And can you shrink ? to you, to you consigned

A path of glory, opening in the west

To golden climes, and islands of the blest; The glorious privilege to serve mankind !

And human voices, on the silent air, Oh had I perished, when my failing frame 6

Went o'er the waves in songs of gladness there! Clung to the shattered oar 'mid wrecks of flame!

-Was it for this I lingered life away,
The scorn of Folly, and of Fraud the prey ;7

8 He used to affirm, that he stood in need of God's particular assistance; like Moses, when he led forth the people

of Israel, who forbore to lay violent hands upon him, 1 A species of Bat in South America; which refreshes

because of the miracles which God wrought by his means. by the gentle agitation of its wings, while it sucks the blood

“So,” said the Admiral, “ did it happen to me on that of the sleeper, turning his sleep into death.

voyage." Hist. c. 19. Now one,

“And so easily,” says a Commentator, “are the Now other, as their shape served best his end.

workings of the Evil One overcome by the power of God !” Undoubtedly, says Herrera, the Infernal Spirit assumed

9 This denunciation, fulfilled as it appears to be in the various shapes in that region of the world.

eleventh canto, may remind the reader of the Harpy's in -magnum si pectore possit Excussisse deum.

Virgil. Æn. III. v. 247.

10 Ex ligno lucido confectum, et arte mirâ laboratum. P. • Euripides in Alcest. v. 255. 5 Voci alte e fioche, e suon di man con elle.-DANTE.

Martyr. dec. i. 5.

11 The Simoom. 6 His miraculous escape, in early life, during a sea-fight

12 Salve, regina. Herrera, I. i. 12.-It was the usual seroff the coast of Portugal.-Hist. c. 5. Nudo nocchier, promettitor di regni!

vice, and always sung with great solemnity. “I rememBy the Genoese and the Spaniards he was regarded as a man

ber one evening," says Oviedo, “ when the ship was in full

sail, and all the men were on their knees, singing Salve, resolved on “a wild dedication of himself to unpathed

regina, &c. Relacion Sommaria.—The hymn, O Sanctissima, waters, undreamed shores;" and the court of Portugal en

is still to be heard after sunset along the shores of Sicily, deavoured to rob him of the glory of his enterprise, by

and its effect may be better conceived than described. secretly despatching a vessel in the course which he had pointed out. Lorsqu'il avait promis un nouvel hémisphère," says Voltaire,“ on lui avait soutenu que cet hémisphère ne pouvait exister; et quand il l'eut decouvert, on prétendit qu'il avait été connu depuis long-temps.”


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Chosen of Men!1 'Twas thine, at noon of And clap their hands, exclaiming as they run, night,

“ Come and behold the Children of the Sun !"
First from the prow to hail the glimmering light:' | When hark, a signal-shot ! The voice, it came
(Emblem of Truth divine, whose secret ray Over the sea in darkness and in flame !
Enters the soul and makes the darkness day!) They saw, they heard ; and up the highest hill,
“ PEDRO! RODRIGO !3 there, methought, it shone ! As in a picture, all at once were still!
There in the west! and now, alas,'tis gone ! Creatures so fair, in garments strangely wrought,
'Twas all a dream! we gaze and gaze in vain! From citadels, with Heaven's own thunder fraught,
-But mark and speak not, there it comes again! Checked their light footsteps-statue-like they stood
It moves !- what form unseen, what being there As worshipped forms, the Genii of the Wood !
With torch-like lustre fires the murky air?

At length the spell dissolves! The warrior's lance
His instincts, passions, say, how like our own ? Rings on the tortoise with wild dissonance !
Oh! when will day reveal a world unknown?" And see, the regal plumes, the couch of state !8

Still where it moves the wise in council wait!
See now borne forth the monstrous mask of gold,

And ebon chair of many a serpent-fold ;

These now exchanged for gifts that thrice surpass
The New World.

The wondrous ring, and lamp, and horse of brass.'

What long-drawn tube transports the gazer home,
Long on the deep the mists of morning lay, Kindling with stars at noon the ethereal dome?
Then rose, revealing, as they rolled away,

'Tis here : and here circles of solid light
Half-circling hills, whose everlasting woods Charm with another self the cheated sight;
Sweep with their sable skirts the shadowy floods : As man to man another self disclose,

when all, to holy transport given, That now with terror starts, with triumph glows !
Embraced and wept as at the gates of Heaven,
When one and all of us, repentant, ran,
And, on our faces, blessed the wondrous Man;
Say, was I then deceived, or from the skies

Burst on my ear seraphic harmonies?
“ Glory to God!” unnumbered voices sung,

CoraLuxuriant VegetationThe Humming-bird- The “ Glory to God!" the vales and mountains rung,

Fountain of Youth.
Voices that hailed Creation's primal morn,
And to the shepherds sung a Saviour born.

Slowly, bare-headed, thro' the surf we bore THEN CORA came, the youngest of her race,
The sacred cross, and, kneeling, kissed the shore. And in her hands she hid her lovely face ;
But what a scene was there ?5 Nymphs of Yet oft by stealth a timid glance she cast,

And now with playful step the Mirror passed,
Youths graceful as the Faun, with eager glance, Each bright reflection brighter than the last !
Spring from the glades, and down the alleys peep, And oft behind it flew, and oft before ;
Then head-long rush, bounding from steep to steep, The more she searched, pleased and perplexed the

more !
1 “I believe that he was chosen for this great service; and

And look'd and laugh’d, and blush'd with quick that, because he was to be so truly an apostle, as in effect he proved to be, therefore was his origin obscure; that therein

surprise ! he might resemble those who were called to make known

Her lips all mirth, all ecstacy her eyes !
the name of the Lord from seas and rivers, and not from But soon the telescope attracts her view;
courts and palaces. And I believe also, that, as in most And lo, her lover in his light canoe
of his doings he was guarded by some special providence, Rocking, at noon-tide, on the silent sea,
his very name was not without some mystery: for in it is Before her lies ! It cannot, cannot be.
expressed the wonder he performed; inasmuch as he con- Late as he left the shore, she lingered there,
veyed to a new world the grace of the Holy Ghost,” &c.-

Till, less and less, he melted into air !
Hist. c. 1.

2 A light in the midst of darkness, signifying the spiri- Sigh after sigh steals from her gentle frame,
tual light that he came to spread there. F. Col. c. 22. Her-

And say—that murmur-was it not his name?

She turns, and thinks; and, lost in wild amaze, rera, I. i. 12. 3 Pedro Gutierrez, a Page of the King's Chamber. Rod

Gazes again, and could for ever gaze! rigo Sanchez of Segovia, Comptroller of the Fleet.

Nor can thy flute, Alonso, now excite,
4 Signifying to the Infernal Powers (all' infierno todo) As in VALENCIA, when, with fond delight,
the will of the Most High, that they should renounce a FRANCISCA, waking, to the lattice flew,
world over which they had tyrannised for so many ages.-

So soon to love and to be wretched too !
Ovalle, iv. 5.

Hers thro' a convent-grate to send her last adieu.
5 “ This country excels all others; as far as the day sur-
passes the night in splendour. Nor is there a better people
in the world. They love their neighbour as themselves;

7 So, in like manner, when Cortes and his companions their conversation is the sweetest imaginable, their faces

appeared at the gates of Mexico, the young exclaimed, always smiling; and so gentle, so affectionate are they,

• They are Gods !" while the old shook their heads saying, that I swear to your Highnesses,” &c. Hist. c. 30, 33.

“ They are those who were to come and to reign over us !" 6 Dryades formosissimas, aut nativas fontium nymphas

-Herrera. de quibus fabulatur antiquitas, se vidisse arbitrati sunt.

8« The Cacique came to the shore in a sort of palanquin P. Martyr, dec. i. lib. v.

-attended by his ancient men.-The gifts, which he reAnd an eminent Painter of the present day, when he

ceived from me, were afterwards carried before him."first saw the Apollo of the Belvidere, was struck with its

Hist. c. 32. resemblance to an American, warrior. West's Discourses in 9 The ring of Gyges, the lamp of Aladdin, and the horse the Royal Academy, 1-94,

of the Tartar king.


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-Yet who now comes uncall'd ; and round and There silent sate many an unbidden Guest '',

Whose steadfast looks a secret dread impressed;
And near and nearer flutters to the sound ; Not there forgot the sacred fruit that fed
Then stirs not, breathes not-on enchanted ground? At nightly feasts the Spirits of the Dead.
Who now lets fall the flowers she culled to wear Mingling in scenes that mirth to mortals give,
When he, who promised, should at eve be there ; But by their sadness known from those that live.
And faintly smiles, and hangs her head aside There met, as erst, within the wonted grove,
The tear that glistens on her cheek to hide ! Unmarried girls, and youths that died for love!
Ah, who but Cora ?—till inspired, possessed, Sons now beheld their ancient sires again;
At once she springs, and clasps it to her breast ! And sires, alas, their sons in battle slain !

Soon from the bay the mingling crowd ascends, But whence that sigh? 'Twas from a heart that
Kindred first met ! by sacred instinct Friends !

broke !
Thro' citron-groves, and fields of yellow maize, And whence that voice? As from the grave it spoke!
Thro' plantain-walks where not a sun-beam plays. And who, as unresolved the feast to share,
Here blue savannas fade into the sky.

Sits half-withdrawn in faded splendour there?
There forests frown in midnight majesty ;

'Tis he of yore, the warrior and the sage,
Ceiba, and Indian-fig, and plane sublime, Whose lips have moved in prayer from age to age ;
Nature's first-born, and reverenced by Time ! Whose eyes, that wandered as in search before,
Theresits the bird that speaks! there,quivering,rise Now on COLUMBUS fixed-to search no more !
Wings that reflect the glow of evening-skies ! Cazziva ", gifted in his day to know
Half bird, half fly, 4 the fairy king of flowers 5 The gathering signs of a long night of woe;
Reigns there, and revels thro’ the fragrant hours ; Gifted by Those who give but to enslave;
Gem full of life, and joy, and song divine,

No rest in death! no refuge in the grave !
Soon in the virgin's graceful ear to shine.6

- With sudden spring as at the shout of war,
'Twas he that sung, if ancient Fame speaks truth, He flies ! and, turning in his flight, from far
“Come! follow, follow to the Fount of Youth ! Glares thro' the gloom like some portentous star!
I quaff the ambrosial mists that round it rise, Unseen, unheard! Hence, Minister of Ill 12 !
Dissolved and lost in dreams of Paradise !" Hence, 'tis not yet the hour! tho' come it will !
For there called forth, to bless a happier hour, They that foretold—too soon shall they fulfil 13 ;
It met the sun in many a rainbow-shower! When forth they rush as with the torrent's sweep 4,
Murmuring delight, its living waters rolled And deeds are done that make the Angels weep
'Mid branching palms and amaranths of gold !? Hark, o'er the busy mead the shell proclaims 15

Triumphs, and masques, and high heroic games.
And now the old sit round; and now the young

Climb the green boughs, the murmuring doves

Evening-A BanquetThe Ghost of Cazziva. Who claims the prize, when winged feet contend;
The tamarind closed her leaves; the marmoset

When twanging bows the flaming arrows send 16 ?

Who stands self-centred in the field of fame, Dreamed on his bough, and played the mimic yet. And, grappling, flings to earth a giant's frame? Fresh from the lake the breeze of twilight blew,

Whilst all, with anxious hearts and eager eyes, And vast and deep the mountain-shadows grew ;

Bend as he bends, and, as he rises, rise !
When many a fire-fly, shooting thro' the glade,

And Cora's self, in pride of beauty here,
Spangled the locks of many a lovely maid,
Who now danced forth to strew our path with flowers, (She who, the fairest, ever flew the first,

Trembles with grief and joy, and hope and fear!
And hymn our welcome to celestial bowers. 8
There odorous lamps adorned the festal rite,

With cup of balm to quench his burning thirst;

Knelt at his head, her fan-leaf in her hand, And guavas blushed as in the vales of light.9

And hummed the air that pleased him, while she

fanned) 1 Ætas est illis aurea. Apertis vivunt hortis. P. Martyr. How blest his lot!—tho', by the Muse unsung, dec. i. 3.

His name shall perish, when his knell is rung. 2 The wild cotton-tree, often mentioned in History. “ Cortes, says Bernal Diaz, “ took possession of the

That night, transported, with a sigh I said Country in the following manner. Drawing his sword, he

“ 'Tis all a dream !” – Now, like a dream, 'tis fled; gave three cuts with it into a great Ceiba, and said,”

3 The Parrot, as described by Aristotle.- Hist. Animal. 10 « The dead walk abroad in the night, and feast with the viii, 12.

living;” (F. Columbus, c. 62.) and “ eat of the fruit called 4 Here are birds so small, says Herrera, that, though Guannàba.” P. Martyr, dec. i. 9. they are birds, they are taken for bees or butterflies.

11 An ancient Cacique, in his life-time and after his 5 The Humming-bird. Kakopit (florum regulus) is the death, employed by the Zemi to alarm his people. See name of an Indian bird, referred to this class by Seba.

Hist. c. 62. 6 Il sert après sa mort à parer les jeunes Indiennes, qui 12 The Author is speaking in his inspired character. Hidportent en pendans d'oreilles deux de ces charmans oiseaux. den things are revealed to him, and placed before his mind - Buffon.

as if they were present. 7 According to an ancient tradition. See Oviedo, Vega, 13 “ Nor could they (the Powers of Darkness) have more Herrera, &c. Not many years afterwards a Spaniard of effectually prevented the progress of the Faith, than by distinction wandered everywhere in search of it; and no desolating the New World; by burying nations alive in wonder, as Robertson observes, when Columbus himself mines, or consigning them in all their errors to the sword.” could imagine that he had found the seat of Paradise. -Relacion de B. de las Casas, 8 P. Martyr. dec. i.

14 Not man alone, but many other animals becamexetinct They believed that the souls of good men were conveyed

there. to a pleasant valley, abounding in guavas and other delicious 15 P. Martyr. dec. iii. c. 7. fruits. Herrera, I. iii. 3. Hist. del Almirante, c. 62.

16 Rochefort, c. XX.


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And many and many a year has passed away, Chains thy reward ! beyond the ATLANTIC wave And I alone remain to watch and pray!

Hung in thy chamber, buried in thy grave 9 ! Yet oft in darkness, on my bed of straw,

Thy reverend form 10 to time and grief a prey, Oft I awake and think on what I saw!

A phantom wandering in the light The groves, the birds, the youths, the nymphs 6 What tho’ thy grey hairs to the dust descend, And Cora, loveliest, sweetest of them all! [recall, Their scent shall track thee, track thee to the

[fame 12, Thy sons reproached with their great father's

And on his world inscribed another's name !

That world a prison-house, full of sights of woe,

Where groans burst forth, and tears in torrents A Vision.

These gardens of the sun, sacred to song, [flow! Still would I speak of Him before I went,

By dogs of carnage 13 howling loud and long, Who among us a life of sorrow spent,

Swept-till the voyager, in the desert air 14,

Starts back to hear his altered accents there 15! And, dying, left a world his monument ; Still, if the time allowed ! My Hour draws near;

“ Not thine the olive, but the sword to bring, But Ile will prompt me when I faint with fear.

Not peace, but war! Yet from these shores shall Alas, He hears me not! He cannot hear!

spring Twice the Moon filled her silver urn with light. Peace without end 16; from these, with blood defiled, Then from the Throne an Angel winged his flight; Here, in His train, shall arts and arms attend,

Spread the pure spirit of thy Master mild !
He, who unfixed the compass, and assigned
O’er the wild waves a pathway to the wind;

Arts to adorn, and arms but to defend.
Who, while approached by none but Spirits pure,

Assembling here, all nations shall be blest ; Wrought, in his progress thro’ the dread obscure,

The sad be comforted; the weary rest ; Signs like the ethereal bow-that shall endure!!

Untouched shall drop the fetters from the slave; As he descended thro’ the upper air,

And He shall rule the world he died to save ! Day broke on day? as God himself were there!

“ Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done. Before the great Discoverer, laid to rest,

A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun ! He stood, and thus his secret soul addressed 3.

And, tho' bad men shall long thy course pursue, “ The wind recalls thee; its still voice obey.

As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew, 17 Millions await thy coming ; hence, away.

He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign; To thee blest tidings of great joy consigned,

The spoiler spoiled of all ; 18 the slayer slain ; 19 Another Nature, and a new Mankind !

The tyrant's self, oppressing and opprest, The vain to dream, the wise to doubt shall cease;

'Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest : 20 Young men be glad, and old depart in peace 4 ! Hence ! tho' assembling in the fields of air,

9 “ I always saw them in his room, and he ordered them Now, in a night of clouds, thy Foes prepare

to be buried with his body."-Hist. c. 86. To rock the globe with elemental wars,

10 His person, says Herrera, had an air of grandeur. His And dash the floods of ocean to the stars 5;

hair, from many hardships, had long been grey. In him To bid the meek repine, the valiant weep,

you saw a man of an unconquerable courage, and high

thoughts; patient of wrongs, calm in adversity, ever trustAnd Thee restore thy Secret to the Deep o!

ing in God;—and, had he lived in ancient times, statues “ Not then to leave Thee ! to their vengeance and temples would have been erected to him without Thy heart their aliment, their dire repast?! (cast, number, and his name would have been placed among

the stars. To other eyes shall Mexico unfold

11 See the Eumenides of Æschylus, v. 246. Her feathered tapestries, and roofs of gold,

12 “ There go the sons of him who discovered those fatal To other eyes, from distant cliff descried ,

countries, &c."-Hist. c. 85.

13 One of these, on account of his extraordinary sagacity Shall the Pacific roll his ample tide ;

and fierceness, received the full allowance of a soldier. There destined soon rich argosies to ride.

His name was Berezillo.

14 “With my own eyes I saw kingdoms as full of people, 1 It is remarkable that these phenomena still remain

as hives are full of bees; and now where are they?"-LAS among the mysteries of nature.

E di subito parve giorno a giorno

15 No unusual effect of an exuberant vegetation. « The Essere aggiunto, come quei, che puote,

air was so vitiated,” says an African traveller, " that our Avesse 'l Ciel d'un' altro Sole adorno.

torches burnt dim, and seemed ready to be extinguished; Paradiso, L. 61.

and even the human voice lost its natural tone." Te tua fata docebo.-VIRG.

16 See Washington's farewell address to his fellow-citizens. Saprai di tua vita il viaggio.—DANTE.

17 See Paradise Lost, X. 4 P. Martyr, Epist. 133, 152.

18 Cortes. A peine put-il obtenir audience de Charles5 When he entered the Tagus, all the seamen ran from

Quint: un jour il fendit la presse qui entourait le coche de all parts to behold, as it were some wonder, a ship that

l'empereur, et monta sur l'étrier de la portière. Charles had escaped so terrible a storm.-Hist. c. 40.

demanda quel etait cet homme; “C'est," repondit Cortes, 6 “I wrote on a parchment that I had discovered what I " celui qui vous a donné plus d'états que vospères ne vous had promised ;-and, having put it into a cask, I threw it

ont laissé de villes.”_VOLTAIRE. into the sea."-Ibid. c. 37.

19 “ Almost all,” says Las Casas, “ have perished. The 7 See the Eumenides of Æschylus, v. 305, &c.

innocent blood, which they had shed, cried aloud for 8 Balboa immediately concluded it to be the ocean for

vengeance; the sighs, the tears of so many victims went up which Columbus had searched in vain; and when, at before God." length, after a toilsome march among the mountains, his

20 L'Espagne a fait comme ce roi insensé qui demanda que guides pointed out to him the summit from which it might

tout ce qu'il toucheroit se convertit en or, et qui fut obligé be seen, he commanded his men to halt, and went up alone.

de revenir aux dieux pour les prier de finir sa misère. -Herrera, I. x. 1.




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On the two last leaves, and written in another “ PEREZ,4 thou good old man,” they cried, hand, are some stanzas in the romance or ballad 66 And art thou in thy place of rest ?measure of the Spaniards. The subject is an Tho' in the western world His grave, adventure soon related.

That other world, the gift He gave,

Would ye were sleeping side by side !
Tay lonely watch-tower, Larenille,

Of all his friends He loved thee best."
Had lost the western sun;
And loud and long from hill to hill
Echoed the evening-gun,
When Hernan, rising on his oar,

The supper in the chamber done,
Shot like an arrow from the shore.

Much of a Southern Sea they spake, -“ Those lights are on St. Mary's Isle ;

And of that glorious city 7 won They glimmer from the sacred pile.”ı

Near the setting of the Sun, The waves were rough ; the hour was late.

Throned in a silver lake ; But soon across the Tinto borne,

Of seven kings in chains of gold Thrice he blew the signal-horn,

And deeds of death by tongue untold, He blew and would not wait.

Deeds such as breathed in secret there
Home by his dangerous path he went;

Had shaken the Confession-chair !
Leaving, in rich habiliment,
Two Strangers at the Convent-gate.

The Eldest swore by our Lady, 9 the Youngest

by his conscience ; 10 while the Franciscan, sitting They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; by in his grey habit, turned away and crossed and, having asked for admittance, were lodged himself again and again. “ Here is a little book," there.

said he at last, “ the work of him in his shroud

below. It tells of things you have mentioned ; Brothers in arms the Guests appeared ;

and, were Cortes and Pizarro here, it might perThe Youngest with a Princely grace !

haps make them reflect for a moment.”

The Short and sable was his beard,

Youngest smiled as he took it into his hand. He Thoughtful and wan his face.

read it aloud to his companion with an unfaltering His velvet cap a medal bore,

voice ; but, when he laid it down, a silence And ermine fringed his broidered vest ;

ensued; nor was he seen to smile again that And, ever sparkling on his breast,

night.11 “ The curse is heavy,” said he at parting, An image of St. John he wore.?

“ but Cortes may live to disappoint it.”—“Ay, and

Pizarro too!” 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 ders this visit not improbable. “In May, 1528,

A circumstance, recorded by Herrera, renin the moon-shine.3

Cortes arrived unexpectedly at Palos ; and, soon « Not here unwelcome, tho' unknown.

after he had landed, he and Pizarro met and reEnter and rest !” the Friar said.

joiced ; and it was remarkable that they should

meet, as they were two of the most renowned men The moon, that thro’ the portal shone,

in the world.” B. Diaz makes no mention of Shone on his reverend head.

the interview ; but, relating an occurrence that Thro' many a court and gallery dim Slowly he led, the burial-hymn

took place at this time in Palos, says, “ that Cortes

was now absent at Nuestra Senora de la Rábida." Swelling from the distant choir.

The Convent is within half a league of the town. But now the holy men retire ; The arched cloisters issuing thro',

4 Late Superior of the House. In long long order, two and two.

5 In the chancel of the cathedral of St. Domingo.
6 The words of the epitaph. “A Castilia y a Leon nuevo

Mundo dio Colon."
When other sounds had died away,

7 Mexico. And the waves were heard alone,

8 Afterwards the arms of Cortes and his descendants. They əntered, tho’ unused to pray,

9 Fernandes, lib. ii. c. 63.

10 B. Diaz, c. 203. Where God was worshipped, night and day,

11 « After the death of Guatimotzin," says B. Diaz, "he And the dead knelt round in stone;

became gloomy and restless; rising continually from his







bed, and wandering about in the dark.”_" Nothing pros1 The Convent of La Rábida.

pered with him; and it was ascribed to the curses he was 2 See Bernal Diaz, c. 203; and also a well-known portrait

loaded with." of Cortes, ascribed to Titian. Cortes was now in the 430, Pizarro in the 50th year of his age.

3 Augustin Zarate, lib. iv. c. 9.


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