UNCLASP me, Stranger; and unfold, With trembling care, my leaves of gold, Rich in gothic portraiture If yet, alas, a leaf endure. In RABIDA'S monastic fane No earthly thought has here a place, Here, tempest-worn and desolate, A pittance for his child. * We have an interesting account of his first appearance in Spain, that Country which was so soon to be the theatre of his glory. According to the testimony of Garcia Fernandez, the Physician of Palos, a sea-faring man, accompanied by a very young boy, stopped one day at the gate of the Convent of La Rábida and asked of the porter a little bread and water for his child. While they were receiving this humble refreshment, the Prior, Juan Perez, happening to pass 'Twas here, unknowing and unknown, Awhile as more than man he stood, One hallowed morn, methought, I felt As if a soul within me dwelt! But who arose and gave to me The sacred trust I keep for thee, And in his cell at even-tide Knelt before the cross and died— Inquire not now. His name no more Near the lights that ever shine Before ST. MARY'S blessed shrine. To me one little hour devote, And lay thy staff and scrip beside thee; by, was struck with the look and manner of the stranger, and, entering into conversation with him, soon learnt the particulars of his story. The stranger was Columbus; the boy was his son Diego; and, but for this accidental interview, America might have remained long undiscovered: for it was to the zeal of Juan Perez that he was finally indebted for the accomplishment of his great purpose. See that excellent History of Columbus, written by Washington Irving. |