Undoubtedly, says Herrera, the Infernal Spirit assumed various shapes in that region of the world. [b] _Then, inly gliding, &c._ The original passage is here translated at full length. Then, inly gliding like a subtle flame, Thrice, with a cry that thrill’d the mortal frame, Call’d on the Spirit within. Disdaining flight, Calmly she rose, collecting all her might.[1] Dire was the dark encounter! Long unquell’d, Her sacred seat, sovereign and pure, she held. At length the great Foe binds her for his prize, And awful, as in death, the body lies! Not long to slumber! In an evil hour Inform’d and lifted by the unknown Power, It starts, it speaks’. “We live, we breathe no more!” &c. Many a modern reader will exclaim in the language of Pococurantè, ‘Quelle triste extravagance!’ Let a great theologian of that day, a monk of the Augustine order, be consulted on the subject. ‘Corpus ille perimere vel jugulare potest; nec id modò, verùm et animam ita urgere, et in angustum coarctare novit, ut in momento quoque illi excedendum sit.’ [1]—magnum si pectore possit Excussisse deum. [c] _The scorn of Folly, and of Fraud the prey;_ Nudo nocchier, promettitor di regni! By the Genoese and the Spaniards he was regarded as a man resolved on ‘a wild dedication of himself to unpath’d waters, undream’d shores;’ and the court of Portugal endeavoured to rob him of the glory of his enterprise, by secretly dispatching a vessel in the course which he had pointed out. ‘Lorsqu’il avail promis un nouvel hémisphère,’ says Voltaire, ‘on lui avait soutenu que cet hémisphère ne pouvait exister; et quand il l’eut découvert, on prétendit qu’il avait été connu depuis long-temps.’ [d] _The hand that snatch’d it sparkling in the tide,_ The drinking cups of the Islanders, if we may believe a contemporary of Columbus, were _ex lignu…lucido confecta, el arte mirá lalorata._ P. Martyr, dec. i. 5. [e] _Rose to the Virgin._ Salve, regina. Herrera, I. i. 12.—It was the usual service, and always sung with great solemnity. ‘I remember one evening,’ says Oviedo, ‘when the ship was in full sail, and all the men were on their knees, singing Salve, regina, &c. Relacion Sommaria.—The hymn, O Sanctissima, is still to be heard after sunset along the shores of Sicily, and its effect may be better conceived than described. See Brydone, I. 330. [f] _Chosen of Men!_