human breast, his name and his memory will be held sacred.
When the cold dews of uncertainty stood upon his brow; when he beheld nothing but the wide heavens above, the boundless waters beneath and around him; himself and his companions in that little bark, the only beings upon the endless world of sky and ocean; when he looked back, and thought upon his native land; when he looked forward, and in vain traversed the liquid desert for some spot upon which to fix the aching eye of anxiety,—O! say, amidst all these dangers, these uncertainties, whence came that high, unbending hope, which still soared onward to the world before him? whence that undying patience, that more than mortal courage, which forbade his cheek to blanch amid the storm, or his heart to recoil in the dark and silent hour of midnight? It was from God—it was of God—His Spirit overshadowed the adventurer! By day, an unseen cloud directed him; by night, a brilliant, but invisible column moved before him, gleaming athwart the boundless waste of waters. The winds watched over him, and the waves upheld him, for God was with him; the whirlwind passed over his little bark, and left it still riding onward, in safety, towards its unknown harbor, for the eye of Him who pierces the deep was fixed upon it.
Columbus had hoped, feared, and had been disappointed; he had suffered long and patiently; he had strained every faculty, every nerve; he had pledged his very happiness upon the discovery of an unknown land; and what must have been the feelings of his
