said Coya Mama, "for a moment, and cast your eye over your own country, and all those around you." I looked, and one vast night of ignorance and bigotry was reigning from the Isthmus to the Horn. No noise was heard, save the bigot's prayer,-which Heaven never regards; and now and then a groan of suffering humanity, in the cells of the Inquisition, went up to Heaven for vengeance. Pride, ignorance, and bigotry were the supreme rulers of the land. Cowled monks were seen moving from place to place, to mock the worshippers of the sun, and those who doubted their own divine mission. The philosophers who taught us that our god was good, were wasting their days in prison; and he who thought for himself was proscribed. Turn again to the small isle which we saw just now; her sails whiten every sea-her thunders are heard in every echo. Again I stretched my view to the north; myriads of white men were in commotion; a change had come over them, and they were eager to sever from the mother country. Anon, it was done. Again, as I looked at Peru, and its adjacent countries, there was the inconstant and flickering lights of liberty seen from mountain to vale; sounds were heard that startled the priest, as he was quietly dozing on the cross, or mumbling mass at the altar. From these countries are to come vengeance to Spain, and succor to your race. The flashes which were blazed along the heavens, became more frequent, and spread wider and rose higher. Soldiers were seen at every flash with arms in their hands, passing through the land, and breaking down all barriers

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to freedom.

At the head of these armies was a leader of

small stature, but of martial air, and of determined mien. Wherever he went, the air rung with plaudits, and every heart seemed inspired with confidence, as he spake. "That hero," said Coya Mama " is the LIBERATOR; in his veins flows the blood of two lofty races-the Castilian, and that of the Peruvian Incas. See with what chivalry he overcomes every obstacle. He is a descendant of thine! He will claim you and your Spanish lover as his ancestors. Nearly three centuries must pass before he shall begin his labors, but the sun that will look down upon his deeds will be as bright and beautiful as at this time; the god of the Peruvians grows not dim with years. Behold that train who lick the dust of his feet; they in secret envy him. By whispers of his ambition, they attempt to sully the whiteness of his fame-they will succeed to break his noble heart, which is made of Peruvian tenderness and Spanish pride. Greatness often suffers from the ignorance of the many and envy of the few. He will not be called to leave the world, until the cells of the Inquisition have been broken up, and freedom in religion given to all. He will cause superstition to take her flight, and relieve the spirit of man from thraldom, as well as his body, and his soul shall walk abroad in native majesty." "Heard ye that solemn strain?" said Coya Mama. "That was the dirge of the Liberator. Ingratitude was too much for his spirit to bear; but his fame will never die. After the agitations which are always attendant in a nation passing from chains to freedom,

shall have subsided, altars and monuments shall rise to his memory, inscribed with affection, admiration, and gratitude." The Andes overlooking the clouds were watching the day-spring, as we beheld this last scene of the Liberator's career, and with the first clear ray of her god, the mighty spirit of the mother of the Incas commingled, and was gone from my sight.

Don Diego delighted to find his wife a philosopher and priestess by a dream—and was more so as he found her impressions received in the vision, growing stronger every day; and his own doubts were in a good degree removed, when he was satisfied of the maternity of Nuna, and witnessed the death of Atahualpa. The drama had opened not to be closed until all was fulfilled.

THE TROGLODYTES.

"Some are born with base impediments to rise,
And some are born with none."

NEAR the mouth of an eastern river in the United States, is to be found an island, nine miles long, and from one to two wide, formed almost entirely of shifting sands. Every storm changes some portion of the physiognomy of this island. Its whole vegetation consists, with the exception of a small portion of the southern end, in a few juniper bushes, and some few other scraggy, stinted shrubs of that class ;-but during some years, after a wet spring, a small bush springs from the sand and bears a grayish plumb, nearly as large as a damson, which in September is very delicious. Barren as the place is of vegetation, it is full of life. In the summer season countless millions of spiders are found on the sand, or swinging from the bushes, on their airy webs, in size from the circumference of a cent to the smallest thing that gives proof of life. About a mile from the east side of the island is a bar of sand hardly covered at low water; over which, when the wind is easterly, the sea rolls, and breaks with great force and sublimity. Gazing on these resounding billows, one is impressed with the words of inspiration, to the mighty ocean, "Hitherto shalt thou come, and no farther; and here shall thy proud