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aloud, and is carried off in the arms of her

Disrobe thee, Maro, of those martial weeds.
Cor. Gladly; for him I serve,-my glorious

For the better understanding of different allusions in

the foregoing drama, I beg to transcribe a few passages Master

from Fox's History of Martyrs, laken from book in, which Hath braced me with an armour that defies

contains an account of the len persecutions of the primiAll hostile things; in which I'll strive more proudly live church. Than I have ever fought in field or breach

He says, on the authority of Justin Martyt,si And With Rome's or Nero's foes.

whether earthquake, pestilence, or whatever public caLic. Cæsar desires thee also to remember,

lamity befell, it was attributed to the Christians;" (then

is added) “over and besides all these, a great occasion That no ignoble audience, e'en thy emperor, that stirred up the emperors against the Christians came And all the states of Rome, behold thy deeds. by one Publius Tarquinius, the chief prelate of the Cor. Tell him my deeds shall witness'd be by idolatrous sacrifices, and Mamertinus, the chief governor those

of the city, in the time of Trajanus, who, parily with Compared to whom the emperor of Rome,

money, partly with sinister, pestilent counsaile, partly

with infamous accusations, (as witnesseth Nauclerus.) With all her high estates, are but as insects

incensed the mind of the emperor so much against Hovering at midday o'er some tainted marsh. God's people." I know full well that no ignoble audience

In the account of the third persecution (an. 100, Are present, though from mortal eyes conceal'd. Eustasius, a great and victorious captain, is mentioned Farewell, my friends ! kind, noble friends, farewell! as suffering martyrdom by order of the Emperor Adrian,

who went to meet him on his return from conquest over Apart to Sylvius, while Orceres goes off, reap- the barbarians; but upon Eustasius's refusing on the

pearing in another part of the theatre.) way to do sacrifice to Apollo for his viclory, broughs Sylvius, farewell! If thou shouldst e'er be call'd him to Rome, and had him pul to death. To die a holy martyr for the truth,

In the fourth persecution, (an. 162.) it is mentioned God give thee then the joy which now I feel.

that many Christian soldiers were found in the army

of Marcus Aurelius. But keep thy faith conceal'd, till useful service

“As these aforesaid were going to their execution, Shall call thee to maintain it. God be with thee!

there was a certain soldier who in their defence took

(Looking round.) part against those who railed upon them, for the which Where is Orceres gone? I thought him near me. cause the people crying out against him, he was appe Syl. 'Tis but a moment since he left thy side

hended, and being constant in his profession, was furtb

with bebeaded." With eager haste.

In the persecutions of Decius, several soldiers are Cor. He would not see my death. I'm glad he's mentioned as martyrs, some of whom had before congone.

cealed their faith; and in the tenth persecution, Maurs Say I inquired for him, and say I bless'd him. tius, the captain of the Theban band, with his soldiers, -Now I am ready. Earthly friends are gone.

to the number of 6666, (a number probably greatly ex. Angels and blessed spirits, to your fellowship

aggerated,) are recorded as having been slain as

martyrs by the order of Maximinian. A few short pangs will bring me.

Tertullian, in his Apology for the Christians, mentions -0, Thou, who on the cross for sinful men

the slanderous accusations against them, of putting A willing sufferer hung'st! receive my soul! to death children and worshipping an ass's head. And Almighty God and sire, supreme o'er all!

when we consider how fond the ignorant are of excite Pardon my sins and take me to thyself!

ment arising from cruel, absurd, and wonderful stories, Accept the last words of my earthly lips :

and how easily a misapprehended and detached er

pression may be shaped by conjecture into a detailed High hallelujah to thy holy name!

transaction, such accusations were very probable and (A Lion now appears, issuing from a low door might be naturally expected; particularly when the

at the end of the Stage, and Cordenius, advan- unoffending meekness of their behaviour made supposed cing to meet it, enters the Arena, when Orceres hidden atrocities more necessary for the justification of

their persecutors. from a lofty stand amongst the spectators, sends an arrow from his bow, which pierces Cordenius through the heart. He then disappears, and re-entering below, catches hold of his hand as Sylvius supports him from falling to the

CHRISTOPHER COLUMBUS. ground.) Orc. (to Cordenius.) Have I done well, my Is there a man, that from some losty steep, friend ?-this is a death

Views in his wide survey the boundless deep, More worthy of a Roman.

When its vast waters, lined with sun and shade, I made a vow in secret to my heart,

Wave beyond wave, in seried distance, fade That thou shouldst ne'er be made a mangled sight To the pale sky ;-or views it, dimly seen, For gazing crowds and Nero's ruthless eye. The shifting screens of drifted mist between Syl. That dying look, which almost smiles upon As the huge cloud dilates its sable form, thee,

When grandly curtain’d by th’approaching storm,Says that thou hast done well; though words no Who feels not his awed soul with wonder rise more

To Him whose power created sea and skies, May pass from these closed lips, whose last blessia Mountains and deserts, giving to the sight utterance

The wonders of the day and of the night? Was the soul's purest and sublimest impulse. But let some feet be seen in warlike pride,

(The curtain drops.) | Whose stately ships the restless billows ride,

While each, with lofty masts and brightening sheen with beavy sigh and look depress’d,
Of fair spread sails, moves like a vested queen ; The greatest men will sometimes hear
Or rather, be some distant bark, astray,

The story of their acts address'd
Seen like a pilgrim on his lonely way,

To the young stranger's wandering ear,
Holding its steady course, from port and shore, And check the half-swoln tear.
A form distinct, a speck, and seen no more,

Is it or modesty or pride
How doth the pride, the sympathy, the flame, Which may not open praise abide ?
of human feeling stir his thrilling frame!

No; read his inward thoughts ! they tell, “O Thou! whose mandate dust inert obey'd ! His deeds of fame he prizes well. What is this creature man whom thou hast made !" Bút, ah! they in his fancy stand,

As relics of a blighted band,

Who, lost to man's approving sight, 1.

Have perish'd in the gloom of night, On Palos' shore, whose crowded strand

Ere yet the glorious light of day

Had glitter'd on their bright array.
Bore priests and nobles of the land,
And rustic hinds and townsmen trim,

His mightiest feat had once another,
And harness'd soldiers stern and grim,

Of high imagination born,

A loftier and a nobler brother,
And lowly maids and dames of pride,

From dear existence torn;
And infants by their mother's side,
The boldest seaman stood that e'er

And she for those, who are not, steeps
Did bark or ship through tempest steer ;

Her soul in wo,-like Rachel, weeps.
And wise as bold, and good as wise ;

The magnet of a thousand eyes,
That on his form and features cast;

The signal given, with hasty strides
His noble mien and simple guise,

The sailors climb'd their ships' dark sides ; In wonder seem'd to look their last.

Their anchors weigh’d; and from the shore A form which conscious worth is gracing,

Each stately vessel slowly bore. A face where hope, the lines effacing

High o'er the deeply shadow'd flood, Of thought and care, bestow'd, in truth,

Upon his deck their leader stood, To the quick eyes' imperfect tracing

And turn'd him to the parted land, The look and air of youth.

And bow'd his head and waved his hand.

And then, along the crowded strand,

A sound of many sounds combined,
Who, in his lofty gait, and high

That wax'd and waned upon the wind, Expression of th' enlightend eye,

Burst like heaven's thunder, deep and grand; Had recognised in that bright hour

A lengthend peal, which paused, and then The disappointed suppliant of dull power,

Renew'd, like that which loathly parts,
Who had in vain of states and kings desired Oft on the ear return'd again,
The pittance for his vast emprise required ? The impulse of a thousand hearts.
The patient sage, who, by his lamp's faint light, But as the lengthen'd shouts subside,
O'er chart and map spent the long silent night?- Distincter accents strike the ear,
The man who meekly fortune's buffets bore, Wafting across the current wide,
Trusting in One alone, whom heaven and earth Heart-utter'd words of parting cheer :
adore ?

“O! shall we ever see again

Those gallant souls recross the main ?

God keep the brave ! God be their guide! Another world is in his mind,

God bear them safe through storm and tide! Peopled with creatures of his kind,

Their sails with favouring breezes swell!
With hearts to feel, with minds to soar,

O brave Columbus ! fare thee well !”
Thoughts to consider and explore ;
Souls, who might find, from trespass shriven,

Virtue on earth and joy in heaven.
“That power divine, whom storms obey,” From shore and strait, and gulf and bay,
(Whisper'd his heart,) a leading star,

The vessels held their daring way, Will guide him on his blessed way;

Left far behind, in distance thrown
Brothers to join by fate divided far.

All land to Moor or Christian known,
Vain thoughts ! which heaven doth but ordain Left far behind the misty isle,
In part to be, the rest, alas ! how vain!

Whose fitful shroud, withdrawn the while,

Shows wood and hill and headland bright

To later seamen's wondering sight,
But hath there lived of mortal mould,

And tide and sea left far behind
Whose fortunes with his thoughts could hold That e'er bore freight of human kind ;
An even race? Earth's greatest son

Where ship or bark to shifting gales,
That e'er earn'd fame, or empire won,

E'er tack'd their course or spread their sails. Hath but fulfill’d, within a narrow scope,

Around them lay a boundless main A stinted portion of his ample hope.

In which to hold their silent reign ;

But for the passing current's flow,

A gentler mien ; relations, friends,
And cleft waves, brawling round the prow, Glare on him now like angry fiends;
They might have thought some magic spell And, as he moves, ah, wretched cheer!
Had bound them, weary fate! for ever there to Their mutter'd curses reach his ear:

But all undaunted, firm and sage,

He scorns their threats, yet thus he soothes their What did this trackless waste supply

rage: To soothe the mind or please the eye?

“ I brought you from your native shore

An unknown ocean to explore.
The rising morn through dim mist breaking,
The flicker'd east with purple streaking;

I brought you, partners, by my side,

Want, toil, and danger, to abide. The midday cloud through thin air flying,

Yet weary stillness hath so soon subdued With deeper blue the blue sea dying;

The buoyant soul, the heart of pride, Long ridgy waves their white mains rearing,

Men who in battle's brunt full oft have firmly stood. And in the broad gleam disappearing;

That to some nearing coast we bear,
The broadend, blazing sun declining,
And western waves like fire flood shining;

How many cheering signs declare !
The sky's vast dome to darkness given,

Wayfaring birds the blue air ranging,

Their shadowy line to blue air changing,
And all the glorious host of heaven.

Pass o'er our heads in frequent flocks;

While seaweed from the parent rocks

With fibry roots, but newly torn Full oft upon the deck, while other's slept,

In tressy lengthen'd wreaths are on the clear wave To mark the bearing of each well-known star

borne. That shone aloft, or on th' horizon far,

Nay, has not e'en the drifting current brought The anxious Chief his lonely vigil kept;

Things of rude art, -of human cunning wrought ?
The mournful wind, the hoarse wave breaking near, Be yet two days your patience tried,
The breathing groans of sleep, the plunging lead,

And if no shore is then descried,
The steersman's call, and his own stilly tread, E’en turn your dastard prows again,
Are all the sounds of night that reach his ear.

And cast your leader to the main.”
His darker form stalk'd through the sable gloom
With gestures discomposed and features keen,

That might not in the face of day be seen,

And thus a while with steady hand
Like some unblessed spirit from the tomb. He kept in check a wayward band,
Night after night, and day succeeding day, Who but with half-express'd disdain
So pass'd their dull, unvaried time away ;

Their rebel spirit could restrain.
Till hope, the seaman's worshipp'd queen, had flown The veteran, rough as war-worn steel,
From every valiant heart but his alone ;

Oft spurnd the deck with grating heel;
Where still, by day, enthroned, she held her state The seaman, bending o'er the food,
With sunny look and brow elate.

With stony gaze all listless stood ;

The sturdy bandit, wildly rude,

Sung, as he strode, some garbled strain,
But soon his dauntless soul, which naught could Expressive of each fitful mood,

Timed by his sabre's jangling chain
Nor hope delay'd, nor adverse fate subdue, The proud Castilian, boasted name!
With more redoubled danger must contend

Child of an ancient race
Than storm or wave--a fierce and angry crew. Which proudly prized its spotless fame,
“ Dearly,” say they, “ may we those visions rue And deem'ä all fear disgrace,
Which lured us from our native land,

Felt quench'd within him honour's generous flame, A wretched, lost, devoted band,

And in his gather'd mantle wrapp'd his face.
Led on by hope's delusive gleam,

The victims of a madman's dream!
Nor gold shall e'er be ours, nor fame;

So pass'd the day, the night, the second day
Not e'en the remnant of a name,

With its red setting sun's extinguish'd ray. On some rude-letter'd stone to tell

Dark, solemn midnight coped the ocean wide, On what strange coast our wreck befell.

When from his watchful stand Columbus cried, For us no requiem shall be sung,

“ A light, a light !”—blest sounds that rung Nor prayer be said, nor passing kuell

In every ear.–At once they sprung In holy church be rung."

With haste aloft, and, peering bright,

Descried afar the blessed sight.

“ It moves, it slowly moves like ray
To thoughts like these, all forms give way Of torch that guides some wanderer's way!
of duty to a leader's sway ;

And other lights more distant, seeming All habits of respect that bind

As is from town or hamlet streaming! With easy tie the human mind.

'Tis land, 'tis peopled land; man dwelleth there, E'en love and admiration throw

And thou, O God of heaven! hast heard thy sele Their nobler bands aside, nor show

vant's prayer!”

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Some on the beach for shell-fish stooping,
Or on the smooth sand gayly trooping;
Or in link'd circles featly dancing
With golden braid and bracelet glancing.
By shelter'd door were infants creeping,
Or on the shaded herbage sleeping;
Gay feather'd birds the air were winging,
And parrots on their high perch swinging,
While humming-birds, like sparks of light,
Twinkled and vanish'd from the sight.

Returning day gave to their view
The distant shore and headlands blue
Of long-sought land. Then rose on air
Loud shouts of joy, mix'd wildly strange
With voice of weeping and of prayer,
Expressive of their blessed change
From death to life, from fierce to kind,
From all that sinks, to all that elevates the mind.
Those who, by faithless fear insnared,
Had their brave chief so rudely dared,
Now, with keen self-upbraiding stung,
With every manly feeling wrung,
Repentant tears, looks that entreat,
Are kneeling at his worshipp'd feet.
“O pardon blinded, stubborn guilt!
O henceforth make us what thou wilt!
Our hands, our hearts, our lives, are thine,
Thou wondrous man ! led on by power divine !"


They eyed the wondrous strangers o'er and o'er,
Those beings of the ocean and the air,
With humble, timid reverence; all their store
Of gather'd wealth inviting them to share ;
To share whate'er their lowly cabins hold ;
Their feather'd crowns, their fruits, their arms,

their gold.
Their gold, that fatal gift ko foul disgrace!
Repaid with cruel wreck of all their harmless race.


Ah! would some magic could arrest

XVIII. The generous feelings of the breast,

There some short, pleasing days with them he Which thwart the common baser mass

dwelt, Of sordid thoughts, so fleetly pass,

And all their simple kindness dearly felt. A sun glimpse through the storm!

But they of other countries told, The rent cloud closes, tempests swell,

Not distant, where the sun declines, And its late path we cannot tell;

Where reign Caziques o'er warriors bold, Lost is its trace and form.

Rich with the gold of countless mines. No; not on earth such fugitives are bound ;

And he to other islands sail'd,
lu some veild future state will the bless'd charm And was by other natives haild.
be found.

Then on Hispaniola's shore,

Where bays and harbours to explore

Much time he spent; a simple tower Columbus led them to the shore,

Of wood he built, the seat to be, Which ship had never touch'd before;

And shelter of Spain's infant power ; And there he knelt upon the strand

Hoping the nurseling fair to see, To thank the God of sea and land;

Amidst those harmless people shoot And there, with mien and look elate,

Its stately stem from slender root. Gave welcome to each toil-worn mate.

There nine and thirty chosen men he placed, And lured with courteous signs of cheer,

Gave parting words of counsel and of cheer; The dusky natives gathering near ;

One after one his nobler friends embraced, Who on them gazed with wandering eyes,

And to the Indian chieftain, standing near, As mission'd spirits from the skies.

“ Befriend my friends, and give them aid, And there did he possession claim,

When I am gone,” he kindly said, In Isabella's royal name.

Blest them, and left them there his homeward

course to steer.

It was a land, unmarr'd by art,
To please the eye and cheer the heart :

His prayer to Heaven for them preferr'd
The natives' simple huts were seen

Was not, alas! with favour heard. Peeping their palmy groves between,

Oft, as his ship the land forsook, Groves, where each dome of sweepy leaves He landward turn'd his farewell look, In air of morning gently heaves,

And cheer'd his Spaniards cross the wave, And, as the deep vans fall and rise,

Who distant answer faintly gave; Changes its richly verdant dyes;

Distant but cheerful. On the strand A land whose simple sons till now

He saw their clothed figures stand Had scarcely seen a careful brow;

With naked forms link'd hand in hand They spent at will each passing day

Saw thus caress'd, assured, and bold, In lightsome toil or active play.

Those he should never more behold. Some their light canoes were guiding,

Some simple Indians, gently won, Along the shore's sweet margin gliding.

To visit land, where sets the sun Some in the sunny sea were swimming,

In clouds of amber, and behold, The bright waves o'er their dark forms gleaming ; | The wonders oft by Spaniards told;

Stood silent by themselves apart,

How, pressing close, they stood; With nature's yearnings at their heart,

Look'd on Columbus with amaze, And saw the coast of fading blue

“ Is he," so spake their wondering gaze, Wear soft and sadly from their view.

“A man of flesh and blood ?” But soon by their new comrades cheer'd,

While cannon far along the shore As o'er the waves the ship career'd,

His welcome gave with deafening roar.
Their wandering eyes aloft were cast

On white swoln sails and stately mast,
And checkering shrouds, depicted fair,

And then with measured steps, sedate and slow
On azure sea and azure air;

They to the Christian's sacred temple go. And felt, as feels the truant boy,

Soon as the chief within the house of God Who, having climb'd some crumbling mound

Upon the hallow'd pavement trod, Or ruin's tower, looks wildly round

He bowed with holy fear :

“ The God of wisdom, mercy, might, A thrilling, fearful joy.

Creator of the day and night,

This sea-girt globe, and every star of light,
Then with his two small barks again

Is worshipp'd here.” The dauntless chief traversed the main ;

Then on the altar's steps he knelt, But not with fair and favouring gales

And what his inward spirit felt,

Was said unbeard within that cell
That erst had till'd his western sails :
Fierce winds with adverse winds contended;

Where saintly thoughts and feelings dwell;

But as the choral chanters raise
Rose the dark deep,-dark heaven descended ;
And threaten'd, in the furious strife,

Through dome and aisle the hymn of praise The ships to sink with all their freight of precious To heaven his glistening eyes were turn’d, life.

With sacred love his bosom burn'd.

On all the motley crowd

The generous impulse seized ; high dons of pride In this dread case, well may be guess'd

Wept like the meekest beedsman by their side, What dismal thoughts his soul depressd:

And women sobb'd aloud. “ And must I in th' o'erwhelming deep, Our bold achievement all unknown,

With these my brave adventurers sleep,-

Nor statesmen met in high debate
What we have done to dark oblivion thrown? Deciding on a country's fate,
Sink, body! to thy watery grave,

Nor saintly chiefs with fearless zeal
If so God will; but let me save

Contending for their churches' weal, This noble fruitage of my mind,

Nor warriors, midst the battle's roar, And leave my name and deeds behind!”

Who fiercely guard their native shore ;

No power by earthly coil possest

To agitate the human breast,
Upon a scroll, with hasty pen,

Shows, from its native source diverted, His wondrous tale he traced,

Man's nature noble, though perverted, View'd it with tearful eyes, and then

So strongly as the transient power Within a casket placed.

Of link'd devotion's sympathetic hour. “ Perhaps,” said he," by vessel bound

It clothes with soft unwonted grace On western cruise, thou wilt be found;

The traits of many a rugged face, Or make, sped by the current swift,

As bend the knees unused to kneel, To Christian shore they happy drift.

And glow the hearts unused to feel ; Thy story may by friendly eyes be read;

While every soul, with holy passion moved, O’er our untimely fate warm tears be shed; Claims one Almighty Sire, fear'd, and adored, and Our deeds rehearsed by many an eager tongue,

loved. And requiems for our parted souls be sung."

This casket to the sea he gave ;
Quick sunk and rose the freightage light,

With western treasures, borne in fair display,
Appear’d on many a booming wave,

To Barcelona's walls, in grand array, Then floated far away from his still gazing sight.

Columbus slowly held his inland way. Yet, after many a peril braved,

And still where'er he pass'd along, Of many an adverse wind the sport,

In eager crowds the people throng. He, by his great Preserver saved,

The wildest way o'er desert drear Anchor'd again in Palos' port.

Did like a city's mart appear.

The shepherd swain forsook his sheep ;

The goatherd from his craggy steep 0, who can tell the acclamation loud

Shot like an arrow to the plain ;
'That, bursting, rose from the assembled crowd Mechanics, housewives, left amain
To hail the hero and his gallant train,

Their broken tasks, and press'd beside
From such adventure bold return'd again - The truant youth they meant to chide :
The warm embrace, the oft-repeated cheer, The dull hidalgo left his tower,
And many a wistful smile and many a tear % The donna fair her latticed bower ;


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