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So have I tended him-my bounding roe!
The high Peruvian solitudes among;.
And o'er the Andes' torrents borne his form,
Where our srail bridge hath quiver'd 'midst the storm.20
But there the war-notes of my country rung,

And, smitten deep of Heaven and man, I fled
To hide in shades unpierced a mark'd and weary head.


But he went on in gladness-that fair child!
Save when at times his bright eye seem'd to dream,
And his young lips, which then no longer smiled.
Ask'd of his mother that was but a gleam
Of memory, fleeting fast ;21 and then his play
Through the wide Llanos cheer'd again our way,
And by the mighty Oronoco stream,2

On who e lone margin we have heard at morn,
From the mysterious rocks, the sunrise-music borne.


So like a spirit's voice! a harping tone,
Lovely, yet ominous to mortal ear,
Such as might reach us from a world unknown,
Troubling man's heart with thrills of joy and fear!
"I'was sweet !_23 yet those deep southern shades oppress'd
My soul with stillness, like the calms that rest
On melancholy waves : I sigh’d to hear

Once more earth's breezy sounds, her foliage fann'd,
And turn'd to seek the wilds of the red hunter's land.

And we have won a bower of refuge now,
In this fresh waste, the breath of whose repose
Hath cool’d, like dew, the fever of my brow,
And whose green oaks and cedars round me close
As temple-walls and pillars, that exclude
Earth's haunted dreanis from their free solitude ;
All, save the image and the thought of those

Before us gone ; our loved of early years,
Gone where affection's cup hath lost the taste of tears.

I see a star-eve's first-born in whose train
Past scenes, words, looks, come back. The arrowy spire
Of the lone cypress, as of wood-girt fane,
Rests dark and still amidst a heaven of fire;
The pine gives forth its odors, and the lake
Gleams like one ruby, and the soft winds wake,
Till every string of nature's solemn lyre

Is touch'd to answer ; its most secret tone
Drawn from each tree, for each hath whispers all its own.

And hark! another murmur on the air,
Not of the hidden rills, or quivering shades ! -

That is the cataract's, which the breezes bear,
Filling the leafy twilight of the glades
With hollow surge-like sounds, as from the bed
Of the blue, mournful seas, that keep the dead :
But they are far !--the low sun here pervades
Dim forest-arches, bathing with red gold
Their stems, till each is made a marvel to behold,-


Gorgeous, yet full of gloom !. - In such an hour,
The vesper-melody of dying bells
Wanders through Spain, from each grey convent's tower
O'er shining rivers pour'd, and olive-dells,
By every peasant heard, and muleteer,
And hamlet, round my home :--and I am here,
Living again through all my life's farewells,

In these vast woods, where farewell ne'er was spoken,
And sole I lift to Heaven a sad heart-yet unbroken!


In such an hour are told the hermit's beads;
With the white sail the seaman's hymn floats by :
Peace be with all! whate’er their varying creeds,
With all that send up holy thoughts on high !
Come to me, boy !hy Guadalquiver's vines,
By every stream of Spain, as day declines,
Man's prayers are mingled in the rosy sky.
-We, too, will pray; not yet unheard, my child !
Of Him whose voice idé hear at eve amidst the wild.


At eve?-0 through all hours !–From dark dreams oft
Awakening, I look forth, and learn the might
Of solitude, while thou art breathing soft,
And low, my loved one! on the breast of night:
I look forth on the stars—the shadowy sleep
Of forests—and the lake whose gloomy deep
Sends up red sparkles to the fire-flies' light.

A lonely world !-even fearful to man's thought
But for His presence felt, whom here iny soul hath sought.


Note 1, page 472, line 23. And sighing through the feathery canes, &-c. The canes, in some parts of the American forests, form a thick nndergrowth for many hundred miles. See Hodgson's Letters from North America, vol. i. p. 242

Note 2, page 473, line 11.
And for their birthplace moan, as moans the ocean-shell.
Such a shell as Wordsworth has beautifuily described.

+ 1 have seen
A curious child who dwelt upon a tract
of inland ground, applying to his ear
The convolutions of a smooth-lipp'd shell ;
To which, in silence hush'd, his very soul
Listen'd intently, and his countenance soon
Brighten'd with joy; for murmurings from within
Were heard-sonorous cadences! whereby
To his belief, the monitor express'd
Mysterious union with its native sea
-Even such a shell the universe itself
Is to the ear of Faith."

The Escursion.

Note 3, page 474, line 21.

I see an oak before me : &c. “I recollect hearing a traveller, of poetical temperament, expressing the kind of horror which he felt on beholding, on the banks of the Missouri, an oak of prodigious size, which had been in a manner overpowered by an enormous wild-grape vine. The vine had clasped its huge folds round the trunk, and from thence had wound about every branch and twig, until the mighty tree had withered in its embrace It seemed like Laocoon struggling ineffectually in the hideous coils of the monster Python."-Bracebridge Hall. Chapter on ForestTrees.

Note 4, page 477, line 14.

The might of truth. For a most interesting account of the Spanish Protestants, and the heroic devotion with which they met the spirit of persecution in the sixteenth century, see the Quarterly Review, No. 57, Art. 'Quin's Visit to Spain.'

Note 5, page 478, line 23.

For the same guilt-his sisters ! “ A priest, named Gonzalez, had, among other proselytes, gained over two young females, his sisters, to the Protestant' faith. All three were confined in the dungeons of the Inquisition. The torture, repeatedly applied, could not draw from them the least evidence against their religious associates. Every artifice was employed to obtain a recantation from the two sisters, since the constancy and learning of Gonzalez precluded all hopes of a theological victory Their answer, if not exactly logical, is wonderfully simple and affecting. We will die in the faith of our brother: he is too wise to be wrong, and too good to deceive us '- The three stakes on which they died were near each other. The priest had been gagged till the moment of lighting up the wood. The few minutes that he was allowed to speak he einployed in comforting his sisters, with whom he sung the 109th Psalm, till the flames smothered their voices."'Ibid.

Note 6, page 478, line 38. A hundred chiefs had borne, cast down by you to shame. The names, not only of the immediate victims of the Inquisition were devoted to infamy, but those of all their relations were branded with the same indelible stain, which was likewise to descend as an inheritance to their latest posterity.

Note 7, page 482, line 21
Twas not within the city--but in sight

Of the snow-crown'd sierras. The piles erected for these executions were without the towns, and the final scene of an Auto da Fe was sometimes, from the length of the preceding ceremonies, delayed till midnight.

Note 8, page 487, line 23.

Speak to me! show me truth !" For one of the most powerful and impressive pictures perhaps ever drawn, of a young mind struggling against habit and superstition in its first aspirations after truth, see the admirable Letters from Spain by Don Leucadio Doblado.

Note 9, page 488, line 3.
For thick ye girt me round, ye long departed !

Dust-imaged forms-with cross, and shield, and crest. " You walk from end to end over a floor of tombstones, inlaid in brass with the forms of the departed, mitres, and crosiers, and spears, and shields, and helmets, all iningled together-all worn into glasslike sinoothness by the feet and the knees of long departed worshippers. Aronnd, on every side, each in their separate chapel, sleep undisturbed from age to age the venerable ashes of the holiest or the Joftiest that of old came thither to worship-their images and their dying prayers sculptured among the resting-places of their remains.” From a beautiful description of ancient Spanish Cathedrals, in Peter's Letters to his Kinsfolk.

Note 10, page 490, line 23.
With eyes, whose lightning laughter hath beguiled
A thousand pangs.
“El’ lampeggiar de l'angelico riso."-PETRARCH

Note 11, page 490, line 42.

As through a pillar'd cloister's. “Sometimes their discourse was held in the deep shades of mossgrown forests, whose gloom and interlaced boughs first suggested ihat Gothic architecture beneath whose pointed arches, where they had studied and prayed, party colored windows shed a tinged light; scenes which the gleams of sunshine, penetrating the deep foliage, and Aickering on the variegated turf below, might have recalled to their memory."-Webster's Oration on the Landing of the Pilgrim Fathers in New England. --See Hodgson's Letters from North America, vol. ii. p. 303.

Note 12, page 490, line 2.

With yet a nearer swell-fresh brceze, awake. The varying sounds of waterfalls are thus alluded to in an interesting work of Mrs. Grant's. “On the opposite side the view was bounded by steep hills, covered with lofty pines, from which a waterfall descended, which not only gave animation to the sylvan scene, but was the best barometer imaginable; foretelling by its varied and intelligible sounds every approaching change, not only of the weather but of the wind.”—Memoirs of an American Lady, vol. 1. p. 143.

Note 13, page 492, line 15.

There, on the snows. The circular rainbows, occasionally seen amongst the Andes, are uescribed by Ulloa.




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Note 14, page 493, line 4.

A loved scene round me, visibly around. Many striking instances of the vividness with which the mind, when strongly excited, has been known to renovate past impressions, and embody them into visible imagery, are noticed and accounted for in Dr. Hibnert's Philosophy of Apparitions. The following illustrative passage is quoted in the same work, from the writings of the late Dr. Ferriar :--“I remember that, about the age of fourteen, it was a source of great amusement to myself, if I had been viewing any interesting object in the course of the day, such as a romantic ruin, a fine seat, or a review of a body ot' troops, as soon as evening came on, if I had occasion to go into a dark room, the whole scene was brought before my eyes with a brilliancy equal to what it had possessed in daylight, and remained visible for several minutes. I have no doubt that dismal and frightful images have been thus presented to young persons after scenes of domestic affliction or public horror."

The following passage from the Alcazar of Seville a tale or hostorical sketch, by the author ot Doblado's Letters, affords a further illustration of this subject. " When, descending fast into the vale of years, I strongly fix my mind's eye on those narrow, shady, silent streets, where I breathed the scented air which came rustling through the surrounding groves; where the footsteps re-echoed from the clean watered porches of the houses, and where every object spoke of quiet and contentment;

the objects around me begin to fade into a mere delusion, and not only the thoughts, but the external sensations, which I then experienced, revive with a reality that almost makes me shudder-it has so much the character of a trance or vision."

Note 15, page 495, line 39.
Nor the faint flower-scents as they come

In the soft air, like music wandering by.
“For because the breath of flowers is farre sweeter in the aire
(where it comes and goes like the warbling of music) than in the
hand, therefore nothing is more fit for that delight than to know
what be the flowers and plants which doe best perfume the aire."-
LORD Bacon's Essay on Gardens.

Note 16, page 500, line 37.

O Southern Cross ! " The pleasure we felt on discovering the Southern Cross was warmly shared by such of the crew as had lived in the colonies. In the solitude of the seas, we hail a star as a friend from whom we have long been separated. Among the Portuguese and the Spaniards, peculiar motives seem to increase this feeling; a religious sentiment attaches them to a constellation, the form of which recalls the sign of the faith planted by their ancestors in the deserts of the New World.

It has been observed at what hour of the night, in different seasons, the Cross of the South is erect or inclined. It is a time-piece that advances very regularly near four minutes a day, and no other group of stars exhibits to the naked eye an obser. vation of Time so easily made. How often have we heard our guides exclaim, in the savannahs of Venezuela, or in the desert exiending from Lima to Truxillo, • Midnight is past, the Cross begins to bend!' How often these words reminded us of that affecting scene where Paul and Virginia, seated near the source of the river of Lataniers, conversed together for the last time ; and where the old man, at the sight of the Southern ss, warns them that it is time to separate !"--DE HUMBOLDT's Travels.

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