"Here, in His train, shall arts and armis attend, *

"Arts to adorn, and arms but to defend.

Assembling here, all nations shall be blest; y "The sad be comforted; the weary rest:

"Untouched shall drop the fetters from the slave; "And He shall rule the world he died to save!

"Hence, and rejoice. The glorious work is done.

"A spark is thrown that shall eclipse the sun!
“And, tho' bad men shall long thy course pursue,
"As erst the ravening brood o'er chaos flew,*
"He, whom I serve, shall vindicate his reign;
"The spoiler spoiled of all; a the slayer slain; †
"The tyrant's self, oppressing and opprest,
"Mid gems and gold unenvied and unblest: +

*See Paradise Lost. X.

+ Cortes, Pizarro.- Almost all,' says Las Casas, 'have perished. The innocent blood, which they had shed, cried aloud for vengeance the sighs, the tears of so many victims went up before God.'

L'Espagne a fait comme ce roi insensé qui demanda que tout ce qu'il toucheroit se convertit en or, et qui fut obligé de revenir aux dieux pour les prier de finir sa misère. Montesquieu.

"While to the starry sphere thy name shall rise, "(Not there unsung thy generous enterprise!) "Thine in all hearts to dwell-by Fame enshrined, "With those the Few, that live but for Mankind; "Thine evermore, transcendant happiness!

"World beyond world to visit and to bless."

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 ad

venture soon related.

Thy lonely watch-tower, Larenille,
Had lost the western sun;

And loud and long from hill to hill
Echoed the evening-gun,

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.

But soon across the Tinto borne,
Thrice he blew the signal-horn,

He blew and would not wait.

Home by his dangerous path he went;

Leaving, in rich habiliment,

Two Strangers at the Convent-gate.

They ascended by steps hewn out in the rock; and, having asked for admittance, were lodged there.

*The Convent of Rábida. See Page 175. Note

Brothers in arms the Guests appeared;
The Youngest with a Princely grace!
Short and sable was his beard,

Thoughtful and wan his face.

His velvet cap a medal bore,

And ermine fringed his broidered vest;
And, ever sparkling on his breast,

An image of St. John he wore. †

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 upon the hilt of his sword; and his white hat and white shoes glittered in the moon-shine. ‡

"Not here unwelcome, tho' unknown.
"Enter and rest!" the Friar said.

The moon, that thro' the portal shone,
Shone on his reverend head.

Thro' many a court and gallery dim
Slowly he led, the burial-hymn
Swelling from the distant choir
But now the holy men retire;
The arched cloisters issuing thro',
In long long order, two and two.

+ See Bernal Diaz, c. 203; and also a well-known portrait of Cortes, ascribed to Titian. Cortes was now in the 43d, Pizarro in the 60th

of his age.

year
‡ Augustin Zaratè, lib. iv. c. 9.

When other sounds had died away,

And the waves were heard alone,
They entered, tho' unused to pray,
Where God was worshipped, night and day,
And the dead knelt round in stone;
They entered, and from aisle to aisle
Wandered with folded arms awhile,
Where on his altar-tomb reclined b
The crosiered Abbot; and the Knight
In harness for the Christian fight,
His hands in supplication joined ;-

Then said as in a solemn mood,

"Now stand we where COLUMBUS stood!"

"PEREZ,† thou good old man," they cried,
"And art thou in thy place of rest?-
"Tho' in the western world His grave, c
"That other world, the gift He gave, §
"Would ye were sleeping side by side!
"Of all his friends He loved thee best."

*

The supper in the chamber done,

Much of a Southern Sea they spake,

And of that glorious City || won

Near the setting of the Sun,
Throned in a silver lake;

+ Late Superior of the House. See Page 197. Note.
In the chancel of the cathedral of St. Domingo.

§ The words of the epitaph. "A Castilia y a Leon nuevo || Mexico.

Mundo dio Colon."