resisting; yet his lips breathed nought but bitterness,

and scorn.

Piz. Drag him before us. I

[GOMEZ leaves the tent, and returns, conducting OROZEMBO, and attendants, in chains, guarded.)

What art thou, stran ger? |

Oro. First tell me which among you, | is the cap'tain

of this band of robbers. |

Piz. Ha!

Dav. Mad man! | tear out his tongue, or else —
Oro. Thou 'lt hear some truth. |

Dav. (showing his poignard.) Shall I not plunge this into his heart'? |

Oro. (to Pizarro.) Does your army boast many such heroes as this? |

Piz. Audacious! This insolence has sealed thy doom: die thou shalt, grey-headed ruffian. | But first confess what thou knowest. |

Oro. I know that which thou hast just assured me of that I shall die. |

Piz. Less audacity, perhaps, might have preserved thy life.

Oro. My life is as a withered tree: it is not worth preserving.

Piz. Hear me, old man. | Even now', we march against the Peruvian army. We know there is a secret path that leads to your strong-hold among the rocks, guide us to that, and name thy reward. | If wealth be thy wish

Oro. Ha! ha! ha!|

Piz. Dost thou despise my offer? |

Oro. Thee, and thy offer. Wealth! I have the wealth of two dear gallant sons; I have stored in heav'n, the riches which repay good actions here'; and still my chiefest treasure do I bear about me. [ Piz. What is that? Inform me. [

Oro. I will; for it never can be thine sure of a pure, unsullied conscience.

the trea

Piz. I believe there is no other Peruvian who dares speak as thou dost. I

Oro. Would I could believe there is no other Spăniard who dares act as thou dost. |

Gom. Ob durate Pagan! | How numerous is your army? |

Oro. Count the leaves of yonder forest. I

Dav. Which is the weakest part of your camp?!

Oro. It has no weak part; | on every side 't is forti

fied by justice have you concealed your wives, and

children? |

Oro. In the hearts of their husbands, and their fathers.

Piz. Knowest thou Alonzo ? |

Oro. Know him?

nation's benefactor!

Alonzo? | Know him? | Our

The guardian angel of Peru. ! |

Piz. By what has he merited that title? |

Oro. By not resembling thee. |

Dav. Who is this Rolla, joined with Alonzo in command.?

Oro. I will answer that; for I love to hear, and to repeat the hero's name. | Rolla, the kinsman of the king, is the idol of our army; in war, a tiger, chafed by the hunter's spear; in peace, more gentle than the unweaned lamb. | Cora was once betrothed to him; but finding that she preferred Alonzo, he resigned his claim, and, I fear, his peace, to friendship, and to Cora's happiness; yet still he loves her with a pure, and holy fire.

Piz. Romantic savage! I shall meet this Rolla

soon'.

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Oro. Thou hadst better not. noble eye would strike thee dead. I

Dav. Silence! or tremble! |

The terrors of his

Oro. Beard less robber! | I never yet have trembled before man: why should I tremble before thee, | thou less than man! |

Dav Another word, audacious heathen, and I strike.; Oro. Strike', Christian! | Then boast among thy I too have murdered a Peruvian ! |

fellows

Dav. Vengeance seize thee!
Piz. Hold!

[Stabs him

Dav. Couldst thou longer have endured his insults? | Piz. And therefore should he die untortured? |

Oro. True! Observe, young man', your unthinking rashness has saved me from the rack; and you yourself have lost the opportunity of a useful lesson: | you might have seen with what cruelty vengeance would have inflicted torments - and with what pa

tience virtue would have borne them. I

[OROZEMBO is borne off, dying.

Piz. Away! Davilla, if thus rash a second

time

Dav. Forgive the hasty indignation which

Piz. No more. Unbind that trembling wretch:| let him depart; 't is well he should report the mercy | which we show to insolent defiance. | Hark! | Our guard, and guides approach. [Soldiers march through the tents.

Follow me, friends! Each shall have his post assigned; and ere Peruvia's god shall sink beneath the main, the Spanish banners, bathed in blood, | shall float above the walls of vanquished Quito." |

ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCH-YARD.

(GRAY.)

The curfew, tolls | the knell of parting day, ! |
The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; |
The ploughman homeward plods his weary way', |
And leaves the world to darkness, and to me.

Now fades the glimm'ring landscape on the sight, |
And all the air a solemn stillness holds',

Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight', |
And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds.:|

Save, that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, |
The moping owl does to the moon complain
Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower, |
Molest her ancient, solitary reign.

Beneath those rugged elms'; that yew-tree's shade', |
Where heaves the turf in many a mould'ring heap',,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid', |

The rude forefathers of the hamlet sleep. |

The breezy call of incense-breathing morn', |

The swallow, twitt'ring from the straw-built shed, |
The cock's shrill cla'rion, or the echoing horn', |
No more shall rouse them from their lowly bed. |

For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn, |
Or busy housewife ply her evening care ; |
Nor children run to lisp their sire's return,

Or climb his knees', the envied kiss to share. |

Oft did the harvest to their sick le yield; |

Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke.;! How jocund did they drive their team afield'! |

How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!|