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Note 3, page 8, line 10.
I see an oak before me, fc. “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 Forest Trees.
Note 4, page 15, lines 10, 11, 12.
Thou hast perish'd
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 sixtenth century, see the Quarterly Review, No. 57, art. Quin's Visit to Spain.
Note 5, page 18, lines 10, 11, 12.
I look'd on two,
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 employed in comforting his sisters, with whom he sung the 109th Psalm, till the flames smothered their voices.”—Ibid.
Note 6, page 19, lines 8 and 9.
And deem the name 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 28, lines 10 and 11.
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 41, lines 1, 2, 3.
'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 42, lines 10 and 11.
Dust-imaged form—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 croziers, and spears, and shields, and helmets, all mingled together-all worn into glass-like smoothness by the feet and the knees of long-departed worshippers. Around, on every side, each in their separate chapel, sleep undisturbed from age to age
the venerable ashes of the holiest or the loftiest 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 48, lines 12 and 13.
A thousand pangs.
“E 'l lampeggiar de l' angelico riso.”—Petrarch.
Note 11, page 49, lines 10, 11, 12, 13.
As through a pillar'd cloister's. “Sometimes their discourse was held in the deep shades of moss-grown forests, whose gloom and interlaced boughs first suggested that Gothic architecture, beneath whose pointed arches, where they had studied and prayed, the parti-coloured windows shed a tinged light; scenes, which the gleams of sunshine, penetrating the deep foliage, and flickering 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. 305.
Note 12, page 51, lines 1 and 2.
Bring me the sounding of the torrent-water,
With yet a nearer swell--fresh breeze, 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. i. p.
Note 13, page 54, lines 5 and 6.
There, on the snows.
Note 14, page 56, lines 1, 2, 3, 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. Hibbert'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 of 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 historical sketch, by the author of Doblado's Letters,