[135:1] They call the Good Spirit, Torngarsuck. The other great but malignant spirit a nameless female; she dwells under the sea in a great house where she can detain in captivity all the animals of the ocean by her magic power. When a dearth befalls the Greenlanders, an Angekok or magician must undertake a journey thither: he passes through the kingdom of souls, over an horrible abyss into the palace of this phantom, and by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to ascend directly to the surface of the ocean. See Crantz, _History of Greenland_, vol. i. 206. [140:1] These are very fine Lines, tho' I say it, that should not: but, hang me, if I know or ever did know the meaning of them, tho' my own composition. _MS. Note by S. T. C._ [142:1] Rev. vi. 9, 11: And when he had opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of them that were slain for the word of God and for the Testimony which they held. And white robes were given unto every one of them; and it was said unto them, that they should rest yet for a little Season, until their fellow-servants also, and their brethren that should be killed, as they were, should be fulfilled. [144:1] A grievous defect here in the rhyme recalling assonance of Pe͞ace, swe͞et ēve, che͞ek. Better thus:-- Sweet are thy Songs, O Peace! lenient of care. _S. T. C._, _1828_. [144:2] 388-93 Southeyan. To be omitted. _S. T. C._, _1828_. [144:3] A vile line [_foul_ is underlined]. _S. T. C._, _1828_. [146:1] The Apollo Belvedere. [146:2] The Slaves in the West-India Islands consider Death as a passport to their native country. The Sentiment is thus expressed in the Introduction to a Greek Prize Ode on the Slave-Trade, of which the Ideas are better than the Language or Metre, in which they are conveyed:-- Ὠ σκότου πύλας, Θάνατε, προλείπων Ἐς γένος σπεύδοις ὑποζευχθὲν Ἄτᾳ[146:A]; Οὐ ξενισθήσῃ γενύων σπαραγμοῖς Οὐδ' ὀλολυγμῷ, Ἀλλὰ καὶ κύκλοισι χοροιτύποισι Κἀσμάτων χαρᾷ; φοβερὸς μὲν ἐσσί, Ἀλλ' ὁμῶς Ἐλευθερίᾳ συνοικεῖς, Στυγνὲ Τύραννε! Δασκίοις ἐπὶ πτερύγεσσι σῇσι Ἆ! θαλάσσιον καθορῶντες οἶδμα Αἰθεροπλάγκτοις ὑπὸ πόσσ' ἀνεῖσι Πατρίδ' ἐπ' αἶαν, Ἔνθα μὰν Ἐρασταὶ Ἐρωμένῃσιν Ἀμφὶ πηγῇσιν κιτρίνων ὑπ' ἀλσῶν, Ὅσσ' ὑπὸ βροτοῖς ἔπαθον βροτοί, τὰ Δεινὰ λέγοντι. LITERAL TRANSLATION. Leaving the gates of Darkness, O Death! hasten thou to a Race yoked to Misery! Thou wilt not be received with lacerations of Cheeks, nor with funereal ululation, but with circling Dances and the joy of Songs. Thou art terrible indeed, yet thou dwellest with LIBERTY, stern GENIUS! Borne on thy dark pinions over the swelling of Ocean they return to their native country. There by the side of fountains beneath Citron groves, the Lovers tell to their Beloved, what horrors, being Men, they had endured from Men.