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And he, their leader, wore in sheath his sword, And paled his temples with the crown of Spain,

And offered peaceful front and open hand; While trumpets rang, and heralds eried, “ Cas Veiling the perjured treachery he planned,

file!”10 By friendship’s zeal and honour's specious guise, Not that he loved him--No!-in no man's weal, Until he won the passes of the land;

Scarce in his own, e'er joyed that sullen beart; Then, burst were honour's oath, and friendship's Yet round that throne he bade his warriors wheel, ties!

That the poor puppet might perform his part, He clutched his vulture-grasp, and called fair And be a sceptred slave, at his stern beck to start Spain his prize.


But on the natives of that land misused,
An iron crown his anxious forehead bore;

Not long the silence of amazement hong, And well such diadem his heart became, Nor brooked they long their friendly faith abased Who ne'er his purpose for remorse gave o'er, For, with a common shriek, the general tongue

Or checked his course for piety or shame; Exclaimed, “ To arms!” and fast to arms they Who, trained a soldier, deemed a soldier's fame

sprung. Might flourish in the wreath of battles won, And Valour woke, that genius of the land! Though neither truth nor honour decked his name: Pleasure, and ease, and sloth, aside he flung, Who, placed by fortune on a monarch's throne,

As burst the awakening Nazarite his band, Recked not of monarch's faith, or mercy's kingly When 'gainst his treacherous foes he clenched his tone.

dreadful band.

From a rude isle his ruder lineage came: That mimic monarch now cast anxious eye
The spark, that, from a suburb hovel's hearth

Upon the satraps that begirt him round,
Ascending, wraps some capital in flame, Now doffed his royal robe in act to fly,
Hath not a meaner or more sordid birth.

And from his brow the diadem unbound. And for the soul that bade him waste the earth- So oft, so near, the patriot bugle wound,

The sable land-flood from some swamp obscure, From Tarik's walls to Bilboa's mountains blown That poisons the glad husband-field with dearth, These martial satellites hard labour found,

And by destruction bids its fame endure, To guard awhile his substituted throne-
Hath not a source more sullen, stagnant, and im- Light recking of his cause, but battling for their

Before that leader strode a shadowy form: From Alpuhara's peak that bugle rung,

Her limbs like mist, her torch like meteor show'd, And it was echoed from Corunna's wall; With which she beckoned him through fight and Stately Seville responsive war-shout flung, storm,

Grenada caught it in her Moorish hall; And all he crushed that crossed his desperate Galicia bade her children fight or fall, road,

Wild Biscay shook his mountain-coronet, Nor thought, nor feared, nor looked on what he Valencia roused her at the battle-call, trode;

And foremost still where Valour's sons are met, Realms could not glut his pride, blood could not Fast started to his gun each fiery miquelet. slake,

XLVII. So oft as e'er she shook her torch abroad

But unappalled, and burning for the fight,
It was Ambition bade her terrors wake,

The invaders march, of victory secure;
Nor deigned she, as of yore, a milder form to take. Skilful their force to sever or unite,

And trained alike to vanquish or endure.
No longer now she spurned at mean revenge, Nor skilful less, cheap conquest to ensure,

Or staid her hand for conquered foeman's moan, Discord to breathe, and jealousy to sew, As when, the fates of aged Rome to change, To quell by boasting, and by bribes to Inre;

By Cæsar's side she crossed the Rubicon; While nought against them bring the unpracNor joyed she to bestow the spoils she won,

tised foe, As when the banded powers of Greece were Save hearts for Freedom's cause, and hands for tasked

Freedom's blow, To war beneath the youth of Macedon:

XLVIN. No seemly veil her modern minion asked, Proudly they march—but 0! they marched not He saw her hideous face, and loved the fiend un forth, masked.

By one hot field to crows a brief campaign, XLII.

As when their eagles, sweeping through the north, That prelate marked his march-On banners blaz'd Destroyed at every stoop an ancient reign!

With battles won in many a distant land, Far other fate had heaven decreed for Spain; On eagle-standards and on arms he gazed:

In vain the steel, in vain the torch was plied, “ And hopest thou, then,” he said, “thy power New patriot armies started from the slain, shall stand?

High blazed the war, and long, and far, and wide, H O thou hast builded on the shifting sand, And oft the god of battles blest the righteous side And thou hast tempered it with slaughter's flood;

XLIX. And know, fell seourge in the Almighty's hand! Nor unatoned, where Freedom's foes prevail,

Gore-moistened trees shall perish in the bud, Remained their savage waste. With blade and And by a bloody death shall die the man of blood!” brand, XLIII.

By day the invaders ravaged hill and dale, The ruthless leader beckoned from his train, But, with the darkness, the Guerilla band

A wan fraternal shade, and bade him kneel, Came like night's tempest, and avenged the land,

And claimed for blood the retribution due,

LVI. Probed the hard heart, and lopped the murderous It was dread, yet spirit-stirring sight! hand,

The billows foamed beneath a thousand ours, And dawn, when o'er the scene her beams she Fast as they land the red-cross ranks unite, threw,

Legions on legions brightening all the shores. Midst ruins they had made, the spoilers' corpses Then banners rise, and cannon-signal roars, knew.

Then peals the warlike thunder of the drum, L.

Thrills the loud fife, the trumpet flourish pours, What minstrel verse may sing, or tongue may tell, And patriot hopes awake, and doubts are dumb,

Amid the visioned strife from sea to sea, For, bold in freedom's cause, the bands of ocean How oft the patriot banners rose or fell,

come! Still honoured in defeat as victory!

LVII. For that sad pageant of events to be,

A various host they came-whose ranks display Showed every form of fight by field and flood; Each mode in which the warrior meets the fight, Slaughter and ruin, shouting forth their glee, The deep battalion locks its firm array,

Beheld, while riding on the tempest-scud, And meditates his aim the marksman light; The waters choked with slain, the earth bedrench- Far glance the beams of sabres flashing bright, ed with blood!

Where mounted squadrons shake the echoing LI.

mead, Then Zaragoza-blighted be the tongue

Lacks not artillery breathing flame and night, That names thy name without the honour due! Nor the fleet ordnance whirl'd by rapid

steed, For never hath the harp of minstrel rung, That rivals lightning's flash in ruin and in speed.

Of faith so felly proved, so firmly true!
Mine, sap, and bomb, thy shattered ruins knew,

Each art of war's extremity had room,
Twice from thy half-sacked streets the foe witb- A various host—from kindred realms they came,

Brethren in arms, but rivals in renowndrew, And when at length stern Fate decreed thy doom,

For yon fair bands shall merry England claim,

And with their deeds of valour deck her crown. They won not Zaragoza, but her children's bloody Hers their bold port, and hers their martial frown, tomb, 12

And hers their scorn of death in freedom's cause, LII.

Their eyes of azure, and their locks of brown, Yet raise thy head, sad city! Though in chains, Enthralled thou canst not be! Arise and claim and freeborn thoughts, which league the soldier

And the blunt speech that bursts without a pause, Reverence from every heart where freedom reigns,

with the laws. For what thou worshippest!-thy sainted dame, She of the column, honoured be her name,

LIX. By all, whate’er their creed, who honour love! And 0! loved warriors of the minstrel's land! And like the sacred relies of the flame,

Yonder your bonnets nod, your tartans wave! That gave some martyr to the blessed above, The rugged form may mark the mountain band, To every loyal heart may thy sad embers prove! But ne'er in battle-field throbbed heart so brave

And harsher features, and a mien more grave; LIII. Nor thine alone such wreck. Gerona fair!

As that which beats beneath the Scottish plaid, Faithful to death thy heroes should be sung,

And when the pibroch bids the battle rave, Manning the towers while o'er their heads the air

And level for the charge your arms are laid, Swart as the smoke from raging furnace hung; Where lives the desperate foe that for such onset Now thicker darkening where the mine was sprung,

staid! Now briefly lightened by the cannon's fare,

LX. Now arched with fire-sparks as the bomb was fung, Hark! from yon stately ranks what laughter rings,

And reddening now with conflagration's glare, Mingling wild mirth with wars stern minstrelsy, While by the fatal light the foes for storm prepare. His jest while each blith comrade round him flings, LIV.

And moves to death with military glee: While all around was danger, strife, and fear, Boast, Erin, boast them! lameless, frank, and free, While the earth shook, and darkened was the sky,

In kindness warm, and fierce in danger known, And wide destruction stunned the listening ear, Rough Nature's children, humorous as she:

Appalled the heart, and stupified the eye,-- And he, you chieftain-strike the proudest tone Afar was heard that thrice-repeated cry, Of thy bold haip, green Isle!--the hero is thine

In which old Albion's heart and tongue unite, Whene'er her soul is up, and pulse beats high,

LXI. Whether it hail the wine-cup or the fight,

Now on the scene Vineira should be shown, And bid each arm be strong, or bid each heart be On Talavera's fight should Roderick gaze, light.

And hear Corunna wail her battle won,

And see Busaco's crest with lightning blaze. Don Roderick turned him as the shout grew loud- But shall fond fable mix with hero's praise?

A varied scene the changeful vision showed, Hath Fiction's stage for Truth's long triumphs For, where the ocean mingled with the cloud,

room? A gallant navy stemmed the billows broad. And dare her flowers mingle with the bays, From mast and stern St. George's symbol flow'd, That claim a long eternity to bloom

Blent with the silver cross to Scotland dear; Around the warrior's crest, and o'er the warrior's Mottling the sea their landward barges rowed,

tomb? And flashed the sun on bayonet, brand, and spear,

LXII. And the wild beach returned the seaman's jovial Or may I give adventurous fancy scope, cheer.

And stretch a bold hand to the awful veil


That hides futurity from anxious hope,

As famished wolves survey a guarded foldBidding beyond it scenes of glory hail,

But in the middle path'a lion lay! And painting Europe rousing at the tale

At length they move--but not to battle-fray, of Spain's invaders from her confines hurled, Nor blaze yon fires where meets the manly fightWhile kindling nations buckle on their mail, Beacons of infamy they light the way,

And fame, with clarion-blast and wings unfurl'd, Where cowardice and eruelty unite,
To freedom and revenge awakes an injured world! To damn with double shame their ignominious


O vain, though anxious, is the glance I cast,
Since fate has marked futurity her own:-

Oh triumph for the fiends of lust and wrath! Yet fate resigns to worth the glorious past,

Ne'er to be told, yet ne'er to be forgot, The deeds recorded, and the laurels won,

What wanton horrors marked their wrackful Then, though the vault of destiny 13 be gone,

path! King, prelate, all the phantasms of my brain,

The peasant butchered in his ruined cot,

The houry priest even at the altar shot, Melted away like mist-wreaths in the sun,

Childhood and age given o'er to sword and flame, Yet grant for faith, for valour, and for Spain,

Woman to in famy; no crime forgot, One note of pride and fire, a patriot's parting strain!

By which inventive demons might proelaim

Immortal hate to man, and scorn of God's great CONCLUSION.

name! I.

VII. " Who shall command Estrella's mountain-tide The rudest sentinel, in Britain born,

Back to the source, when tempest-chafed to hie? With horror paused to view the havoc done, Who, when Gascogne's vex'd gulf is raging wide, Gave his poor crust to feed some wretch forlorn, 5

Shall hush it as a nurse her infant's cry? Wiped his stern eye, then fiercer grasped his gun. His magic power let such vain boaster try, Nor with less zeal shall Britain's peaceful son,

And when the torrent shall his voice obey, Exult the debt of sympathy to pay: And Biscay's whirlwinds list his lullaby, Riches nor poverty the task shall shun,

Let him stand forth and bar mine eagles' way, Nor prince nor peer, the wealthy nor the gay, And they shall heed his voice, and at his bidding Nor the poor peasant's mite, nor bard's more stay.

worthless lay. II.

VIII. “ Else pe’er to stoop, till high on Lisbon's towers But thou—unfoughten wilt thou yield to Pate,

They close their wings, the symbol of our yoke, Minion of Fortune, now miscalled in vain. And their own sea hath whelmed yon red-cross Can vantage-ground no confidence create, powers!”

Marcella's pass, nor Guarda's mountain-chain? Thus, on the summit of Alverca's rock,

Vain-glorious fugitive !16 yet turn again! To marshal, duke, and peer, Gaul's leader spoke. While downward on the land his legions press, Flows Honour's fountain* as fore-doomed the stain

Behold, where, named by some prophetie seer, Before them it was rich with vine and flock,

From thy dishonoured name and arms to clear And smiled live Fden in her summer dress;

Fallen child of Fortune, turn, redeem her favour Behind their wasteful march a reeking wilder here!

IX. And shall the boastful chief maintain his word,

Yet, ere thou turn’st, collect cach distant aid; Though heaven hath heard the wailings of the Within whose souls lives not a trace portrayed,

Those chief that never heard the lion roar! land, Though Lusitania whet her vengeful sword,

Of Talavera, or Mondego's shore!

Marshal each band thou hast, and suramon more; Though Britons arm, and WELLINGTON command!

Of war's fell stratagems exhaust the whole; No! grim Busaco's iron ridge shall stand

Kank upon rank, squadron on squadron poor, An adamantine barrier to his force!

Legion on legion on thy foeman roll, And from its base shall wheel his shattered band, And weary out his arm--thou canst not quel his

soul. As from the unshaken rock the torrent boarse Bears off its broken waves, and seeks a devious o vainly gleams

with steel Agueda's shore,


Vainly thy squadrons hide Assuava's plain, IV.

And front the flying thunders as they roar, Yet not because Alcoba's mountain hawk,

With frantic charge and tenfold odds, in rain!" Hath on his best and bravest made her food, And what avails thee that, for Cameron slain, is In numbers confident, yon chief shall baulk Wild from his plaided ranks the yell was given His lord's imperial thirst for spoil and blood:

Vengeance and grief gave mountain rage the rein, For full in view the promised conquest stood, And Lisbon's matrons, from their walls, might Thy despot's giant guards Aled like the rack of

And, at the bloody spear-point headlong driven,

heaven. The myriads that had half the world subdued,

ness, 14




XL. And hear the distant thunders of the drum, That bids the band of France to storm and havoc Go, baffled boaster! teach thy hanghty mood

To plead at thine imperious master's throde;

Say, thou hast left his legions in their blood, V. Four moons have heard these thunders idly rolled,

Deceived bis hopes, and frustrated thine owo: Have seen these wistful myriads eye their prey, ) . The literal translation of Fuentes d'Honora




Say, that thine utmost skill and valour shown

XVIII. By British skill and valour were outvied; But all too long, through seas unknown and dark, Last say, thy conqueror was WELLINGTON! (With Spenser's parable I close my tale,),

And if he chafe, be his own fortune tried By shoal and rock hath steered my venturous bark, God and our cause to friend, the venture we'll And landward now I drive before the gale. abide.

And now the blue and distant shore 1 hail,

And nearer now I see the port expand,
But ye, the heroes of that well-fought day, And now I gladly furl my weary sail,

How shall a bard, unknowing and unknown, And, as the prow lighi touches on the strand, His mead to each victorious leader pay,

I strike my red-cross flag, and bind my skiff to land. Or bind on every brow the laurels won? Yet fain my harp would wake its boldest tone,

O'er the wide sea to hail CADOGAN brave; And he, perchance, the minstrel note might own, 1. And Cattraeth's glens with voice of triumph rung, Mindful of meeting brief that Fortune gave And mystic

Merlin harp'd, and gray-hair'd Llywarch 'Mid yon far western isles that hear the Atlantic sung.-P. 368.

This locality may startle those readers who do XIII.

not recollect, that much of the ancient poetry, Yes! bard the task, when Britons wield the sword, preserved in Wales, refers less to the history of To give each chief and every field its fame:

the principality to which that name is now limitHark! Albuera thunders BERESFORD,

ed, than to events which happened in the northAnd red Barrosa shouts for dauntless GRAME!

west of England and south-west of Scotland, where O for a verse of tumult and of flame,

the Britons for a long time made a stand against Bold as the bursting of their cannon sound, the Saxons. The battle of Cattraeth, lamented To bid the world re-echo to their fame!

by the celebrated Aneurin, is supposed by the For never, upon gory battle-ground,

learned Dr. Leyden to have been fought on the With conquest's well-bought wreath were braver skirts of Ettrick forest. It is known to the English victors crowned!

reader by the paraphrase of Gray, beginning, XIV.

Had I but the torrent's might,
O who shall grudge him Albuera's bays,

With headlong rage and wild a ffright, &c.
Who brought a race regenerate to the field,
Roused them to emulate their fathers' praise,

But it is not so generally known that the champions, Tempered their headlong rage, their courage inhabitants of Edinburgh, who were cut off by the

mourned in this beautiful dirge, were the British steeled, 19 And raised fair Lusitania's fallen shield,

Saxons of Deiria, or Northumberland, about the

latter part of the sixth century.-Turner's History And gave new edge to Lusitania's sword,

of the Anglo-Saxons, edition 1799, vol. I, p. 222. And taught her sons forgotten arms to wield-

-Llywarch, the celebrated bard and monarch, Shivered my harp, and burst its every chord,

was 'prince of Argood, in Cumberland; and his If it forget thy worth, victorious BERESFORD!

youthful exploits were performed upon the border, XV.

although in his age he was driven into Powys by Not on that bloody field of battle won,

the successes of the Anglo-Saxons. As for Merlin Tho'Gaul's proud legions rolled like mist away, Wyllt, or the Savage, his name of Caledonian, and Was half his self-devoted valour shown,

his retreat into the Caledonian wood, appropriate He gaged but life on that illustrious day;

him to Scotland. Fordun dedicates the thirty-first But when he toiled those squadrons to array, chapter of the third book of his Scoto-Chronicon,

Who fought like Britons in the bloody game, to a narratiou of the death of this celebrated bard Sharper than Polish pike, or assagay,

and prophet near Drummelziar, a village upon He braved the shafts of censure and of shame, Tweed, which is supposed to have derived its name And, dearer far than life, he pledged a soldier's (quasi Tumulus Merlini,) from the event. The fame.

particular spot in which he is buried is still shown, XVI.

and appears, from the following quotation, to have Nor be his praise o'erpast who strove to hide

partaken of his prophetic qualities:-" There is Beneath the warrior's vest affection's wound,

one thing remarkable here, which is, that the burn, Whose wish heaven for his country's weal denied, called Pausayl, runs by the east side of the

churchDanger and fate he sought, but glory found.

yard into the Tweed; at the side of which burn, a From clime to clime, where'er war's trumpets little below the church-yard, the famous prophet sound,

Merlin said to be buried. The particular place The wanderer went; yet, Caledonia! still

of his grave, at the root of a thorn-tree, was shown Thine was his thought in march and tented ground: me many years ago, by the old and reverend miHe dreamed '

mid Alpine cliffs of Athole's hill, nister of the place, Mr. Richard Brown; and here And heard in Ebro's roar his Lyndoch's lovely rill. was the old prophecy fulfilled, delivered in Scots XVII.

rhyme, to this purpose: O hero of a race renowned of old,

Whose war-cry oft has waked the battle swell,20 When Tweed and Pausayl join at Merlin's grave, Since first distinguished in the onset bold,

Scotland and England shall one monarch have. Wild sounding when the Roman rampart fell! .“For the same day that our king James the By Wallace' side it rung the southron's knell, Sixth was crowned king of England, the river

Alderne, Kilsythe, and Tibber owned its fame, Tweed, by an extraordinary flood, so far overflow. Tummel's rude pass can of its terrors tell; ed its banks, that it met and joined with Pausay

But ne'er from prouder field arose the name, at the said grave, which was never before observed Than when wild Ronda learned the conquering to fall out." -- Pennycräck's Description of Tweedshout of GREME!

dale, Edinb. 1715, 4. p. 26.

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-where the lingering fays renew their ring, account of the “ Pated Chamber” of Don Rode. By milk-maid seen beneath the hawthorn hoar, rick, as given by his namesake, the historian of Or round the marge of Minch more's haunted spring.–Toledo, contrasted with subsequent and more roo

P. 368. A beliei in the existence and nocturnal revels of mantic accounts of the same subterrane: discove the fairies still lingers among the vulgar in Sel- ryI give the archbishop of Toletto's tale in the kirkshire. Acopious fountain upon the ridge of

words of Nonius, who seems to intimate (though Minchmore, called the Cheese well, is supposed so much had been said, was only the ruins of a

very modestly,) that the fatale palatiuem, of which to be sacred to these fanciful spirits, and it was

Roman amphitheatre. customary to propitiate them by throwing in something upon passing it. A pin was the usual obla- magni olim theatri sparsa visuntur. Auctor est

“Extra muros, septentrionein versus, vestigia Lion, and the ceremony is still sometimes practis- Rodericus Toletanus Archiepiscopus ante Arabum ed, though rather in jest than earnest.

in Hispanias irruptionem, hic fatale palatium 3. —verse spontaneous.-P. 368.

fuisse; quod invicti veetes, æterna ferri robora The flexibility of the Italian and Spanish lan- claudebant, ne reseratum Hispaniæ excidium adguages, and perhaps the liveliness of their genius, ferret; quod in fatis non vulgus solum, sed et prurenders these countries distinguished for the talent dentissimi quique credebant. Sed Roderici ultimi of improvisation, which is found even among the Gothorum Regis animum infelix curiositas subiit, lowesi of the people. It is mentioned by Baretti sciendi quid sub tot vetitis slausuris observaretur; and other travellers.

ingentes ibi superiorum regum opes et arcanos 4. —the deeds of Græme.-P. 368.

thesauros servari ratus. Ser as et pessulos perfringi Over a name sacred for ages to heroic verse, a curat, invitis omnibus, nihil præter arculam repoet may be allowed to exercise some power. I pertam, et in ea linteum, quo explicato nova et have used the freedom, here and elsewhere, to al- insolentes hominum facies habitusque apparuere, ter the orthography of the name of my gallant i com inscriptione Latina, Hispaniz ercidium ab countryman, in order to apprize the southern rea- illa gente imminere; vultus habitusque Maurorum der of its legitimate sound;--Graham being, on erant. Quamobrem ex Africa lantam cladem inthe other side of the Tweed, usually pronounced stare regi cæterisque persuasum; nec falso ut His as a dissyllable.

paniæ annales etiamnum queruntur.”-Hispania 6. For fair Florinda's plunder'd charms to pay.-P.369. Ludovic. Nonij, cap. Jix. Almost all the Spanish historians, as well as the

But about the term of the expulsion of the Moors voice of tradition, ascribe the invasion of the Moors from Grenada, we find, in the "Historia Verdadera to the forcible violation committed by Roderick del Roy Don Roderigo," a (pretended) translation upon Florinda, called by the Moors Caba or Cava. from the Arabic of the sage Alcayde Albucacim She was the daughter of count Julian, one of the Tarif Abentarique, a legend which puts to shame Gothic monarch's principal lieutenants, who, when the modesty of the historian Roderick, with his the crime was perpetrated, was engaged in the de- chest and prophetic picture. The custom of asfence of Ceuta against the Moors. In his indigva- cribing a pretended Moorish original to these tion at the ingratitude of his sovereign, and the legendary histories, is ridiculed by Cervantes, who dishonour of his daughter, count Julian forgot the aftects to translate the history of the Knight of the duties of a christian and a patriot, and, forming Woful Figure, from the Arabic of the sage Cid an alliance with Musa, then ihe caliph's lieutenant Hamet Benengeli. As I have been indebied to the in Africa, he countenanced the invasion of Spain Historia Verdadera for some of the imagery enby a body of Saracens and Africans, commanded ployed in the text, the following literal translation by the celebrated Tarik; the issue of which was from the work itself may gratify the inquisitive the defeat and death of Roderick, and the occupa

reader:tion of almost the whole peninsula by the Moors.

“One mile on the east side of the city of ToleVoltaire, in his General History, expresses his do, among some rocks, was situated an ancient doubts of this popular story, and Gibbon gives him tower, of a magnificent structure, though much

But the universal tradition is dilapidated by time, which consumes all: four esquite sufficient for the purposes of poetry. The tadoes (i. e. four times a man's height,) below it, Spaniards, in detestation of Florinda's memory, there was a cave with a very narrow entrance, and are said, by Cervantes, never to bestow that name a cate cut out of the solid rock, lined with a strong upon any human female, reserving it for their dogs. covering of iron, and fastened with many locks; Nor is the tradition less inveterate among the above the gate some Greek letters are engraved, Moors, since the same author mentions a promon- which, although abbreviated, and of doubtful meantory on the coast of Barbary, called “ The Cape ing, were thus interpreted, according to the exof Caba Rumia, which, in our tongue, is the Cape position of learned men:— The king who opens of the Wicked Christain Woman; and it is a tradi- this cave, and can discover the wonders, will distion among the Moors, that Caba, the daughter of cover both good and evil things. '-- Many kings count Julian, who was the cause of the loss of desired to know the mystery of this tower, and Spain, lies buried there, and they think it ominous sought to fiud out the manner with much care: but to be forced into that bay; for they never go in when they opened the gate, such a tremendous otherwise than by necessity.”

noise arose in the cave, that it appeared as if the 6. And guide me, priest, to that mysterious room,

earth was bursting; many of those present sickened Where, if aught true in old tradition be, with fear, and others lost their lives. In order to His nation's future fate a Spanish king shall see.- prevent such great perils, (as they supposed a day

gerous enchantment was contained within,) they The transition of an incident from history to secured the gate with new locks, concluding, that tradition, and from tradition to fable and romance, though a king was destined to open it, the fated becoming more marvellous at each step from its time was not yet arrived. Al last king Don Rooriginal simplicity, is not ill exemplified io the drigo, led on by his evil fortune and unlucky der

some countenance.

P. 369.

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