Fac'd death in his most horrid form,

The lightning of the sea-fight's storm;

Amid the cannon's ceaseless roar,

Waded thro' streams of brains and gore,

O'er decks with mangled comrades spread,

Piles of the dying and the dead!

And he had heard-War, fiend accurst!

Of all thy countless plagues the worst,

Where varied elements conspire

Arm'd in thy cause, air, water, fire;

Heard the tremendous burst that whirl'd

A floating people from the world!

Where, in one mingled mass, have flown

Vessel and men to atoms blown.

Not to the bolt of angry Heaven,

More dread, more sudden power is given!

This had he view'd with tearless eyes,

Yet wept at that fell sacrifice.

XXXVIII.

"We must away! in haste," he cried,

"We must away! prepare thy bride!
"Not for the Earie-Rahie's sway,
“Would I among these pagans stay.
"Yet secret must we be; 'twill mar
"Their projects for the coming war

"To lose our ship, and arms, and skill

"Pre-eminent in arts to kill.

"Fitzallan! Friend! Does not thy sense

"Revolt at that bad eminence?"

All was prepar'd. Nine comrades true,

Compos'd our small but gallant crew;

With each a fair selected dame,

With each a chosen servant came;

Iddeah and Avanna fair,

In triumph from their shores we bear,

Some natural tears their bright eyes shed, Some natural tremors woke their dread; But love soon hush'd those truant fears, And love soon wip'd those tender tears; Propitious beams and favoring gales

Illum'd and fill'd our parting sails."

XXXIX.

Fitzallan paus'd-Emotion strong

With memory's tide had rush'd along;
Remorse, which penitence and pain

Had soften'd, rack'd his heart again.

Alone he sought the strife to end,

And thus bespoke each stranger friend.

"Within my cot a simple feast

"Awaits each dear and honor'd guest;

"The sun rides high; the plantain trees

"No longer wave in murmuring breeze:

"To-morrow, in the grotto's gloom,

"My tale of woe I will resume."

XL.

They sought the cot, and smiling there

Was pil'd the vegetable fare;

The fragrant fruit, with flowerets spread,

Gay tints and richer odors shed;

And black-eyed maidens smil'd to see

Each happy sailor's revelry.

CHRISTINA too, at Henry's side,

Now blush'd, now smil'd, like bashful bride,

Whilst every timid accent stole,

With soft enchantment to his soul.

XLI.

The banquet past, for manly sport

To the smooth plain the youths resort,

Some rocky fragments hurl on high,
In proud defiance to the sky;

Some launch the pebble from the sling;

Some with sure aim the light spear fling;

Some in the race swift bounding, strain

Each sinew firm and starting vein ;

Some in the glittering Ocean lave,
And stem with ample breast the wave;
Some venturous seek the liquid balm,
From the high top of cocoa palm,
Climbing with firm set foot and free,

Or swinging bold from tree to tree.

In all was Hubert's agile grace

Pre-eminent o'er all the race;

"