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well as all the decorations of the building, was of silver, as suited to the pale, silvery light of the moon.

There were three other chapels, one of which was dedicated to the host of stars, that formed the bright court of the sister of the sun; another was consecrated to his 5 dread ministers of vengeance, the thunder and the lightning; and a third to the rainbow, whose many-colored arch spanned the walls of the edifice with hues almost as radiant as its own. There were, besides, several other buildings or insulated apartments for the accommodation 10 of the numerous priests who officiated in the services of the temple.

All the plate, the ornaments, the utensils of every description, appropriated to the uses of religion, were of gold or silver. Twelve immense vases of the latter metal 15 stood on the floor of the great saloon, filled with grain of the Indian corn; the censers for the perfumes, the ewers which held the water for sacrifice, the pipes which conducted it through subterraneous channels into the buildings, the reservoirs that received it, even the agricultural 20 implements used in the gardens of the temple, were all of the same rich materials.

The gardens, like those described belonging to the royal palaces, sparkled with flowers of gold and silver, and various imitations of the vegetable kingdom. Ani- 25 mals, also, were to be found there, among which the llama, with its golden fleece, was most conspicuous, executed in the same style and with a degree of skill which in this instance probably did not surpass the excellence of the material.

If the reader sees in this fairy picture only the romantic

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coloring of some fabulous El Dorado, he must recall what has been said before in references to the palaces of the Incas, and consider that these "houses of the sun," as they were styled, were the common reservoir into which 5 flowed all the streams of public and private benefaction throughout the empire.

Some of the statements, through credulity, and others in the desire of exciting admiration, may be greatly exaggerated; but in the coincidence of contemporary testi10 mony, it is not easy to determine the exact line which should mark the measure of our skepticism. Certain it is that the glowing picture I have given is warranted by those who saw these buildings in their pride, or shortly after they had been despoiled by the cupidity of their 15 countrymen.

Lǎv'ish wasteful; extravagant. Cuz'cō. žm ả nāt'ěd : issued; flowed from. Ef fül'gençe: brightness; splendor. Dêlin'ê at ěd: pictured; represented. În'sù lāt ĕd: separated; unconnected. Ben é făc'tion (shun): gift. Cré du'li ty: readiness of belief. Skĕp'ti çişm: doubt; a questioning state of mind.

Reader, attend

whether thy soul

Soars fancy's flights beyond the pole,
Or darkling grubs this earthly hole,
In low pursuit ;

Know, prudent, cautious self-control
Is wisdom's root.

- BURNS,

Waterloo

BY GEORGE GORDON, LORD BYRON

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788-1824): An English poet. His first work which attracted attention was a poetical satire, entitled "English Bards and Scotch Reviewers," expressing his resentment at the harsh criticism of a volume of his youthful verse. On the publication of "Childe Harold" in 1812, he became the popular poet of the day. wrote a number of other poems, including "Mazeppa," "The Prisoner of Chillon," "Don Juan," "The Giaour," and several dramatic poems.

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There was a sound of revelry by night,
And Belgium's capital had gathered then
Her beauty and her chivalry, and bright

The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men.
A thousand hearts beat happily; and when
Music arose with its voluptuous swell,

Soft eyes looked love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage-bell:

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But hush hark! a deep sound strikes like a rising knell !

Did ye not hear it?-No; 'twas but the wind,
Or the car rattling o'er the stony street;

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On with the dance! let joy be unconfined;
No sleep till morn when youth and pleasure meet,
To chase the glowing hours with flying feet: -
But hark! that heavy sound breaks in once more,
As if the clouds its echo would repeat;

And nearer, clearer, deadlier than before !

Arm! arm it is-it is the cannon's opening roar !

Within a windowed niche of that high hall
Sate Brunswick's fated chieftain: he did hear
That sound the first amidst the festival,
And caught its tone with death's prophetic ear;
And when they smiled because he deemed it near,
His heart more truly knew that peal too well
Which stretched his father on a bloody bier,
And roused the vengeance blood alone could quell:
He rushed into the field, and foremost fighting fell.

Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro,
And gathering tears, and tremblings of distress,
And cheeks all pale, which but an hour ago
Blushed at the praise of their own loveliness;
And there were sudden partings, such as press
The life from out young hearts; and choking sighs
Which ne'er might be repeated; who could guess
If ever more should meet those mutual eyes?
Since upon night so sweet such awful morn could rise.

And there was mounting in hot haste: the steed,
The mustering squadron, and the clattering car

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