The Vision of the Maid of Orleans

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The Vision of the Maid of Orleans  (1796) 
by Samuel Taylor Coleridge

This extract is the first 452 lines from Book II of Joan of Arc, Robert Southey's epic poem. According to Southey's preface, "the 450 lines at the beginning of the second book, were written by S. T. Coleridge. But from this part must be excepted the lines 141, 142, 143; and the whole intermediate passage from 148 to 222. The lines from 266 to 272, are likewise mine, and the lines from 286 to 291." Coleridge's lines were later extracted and form the core of, and the series of fragments to, The Destiny of Nations as it first appeared in full in 1817.

This work was published before January 1, 1926, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

 

NO more of Usurpation's doom'd defeat,
Ere we the deep preluding strain have pour'd
To the Great Father, Only Rightful King,
Eternal Father! King Omnipotent!
Beneath whose shadowy banners wide unfurl'd5
Justice leads forth her tyrant-quelling Hosts,
Such Symphony requires best Instrument.
Seize then my Soul! from Freedom's trophied Dome
The Harp which hanging high between the shields
Of Brutus and Leonidas, oft gives10
A fitful music to the breezy touch
Of patriot Spirits that demand their fame.
For what is Freedom, but the unfetter'd use

Of all the Powers which God for use had given?
But chiefly this, with holiest habitude15
Of constant Faith, him First, him Last to view
Thro' meaner powers and secondary things
Effulgent, as thro' clouds that veil his blaze.
For all that meets the bodily sense I deem
Symbolical, one mighty alphabet20
For infant minds; and we in this low world
Placed with our backs to bright Reality,
That we may learn with young unwounded ken
Things from their shadows. Know thyself my Soul!
Confirm'd thy strength, thy pinions fledged for flight25
Bursting this shell and leaving next thy nest
Soon upward soaring shalt thou fix intense
Thine eaglet eye on Heaven's eternal Sun!
But some there are who deem themselves most free,
When they within this gross and visible sphere30
Chain down the winged thought, scoffing ascent
Proud in their meanness: and themselves they cheat
With noisy emptiness of learned phrase,

Their subtle fluids[1], impacts, essences,
Self-working Tools, uncaus'd Effects, and all35
Those blind Omniscients, those Almighty Slaves,
Untenanting Creation of its God.

But Properties are God: the naked mass
Acts only by its inactivity.
Here we pause humbly. Others boldlier think40
That as one body is the aggregate
Of atoms numberless, each organiz'd;
So by a strange and dim similitude,
Infinite myriads of self-conscious minds

Form one all-conscious Spirit, who directs45
With absolute ubiquity of thought
All his component monads, that yet seem
With various province and apt agency
Each to pursue its own self-centering end.
Some nurse the infant diamond in the mine;50
Some roll the genial juices thro' the oak;
Some drive the mutinous clouds to clash in air;
And rushing on the storm with whirlwind speed
Yoke the red lightning to their vollying car.
Thus these pursue their never-varying course,55
No eddy in their stream. Others more wild,
With complex interests weaving human fates,
Duteous or proud, alike obedient all,
Evolve the process of eternal good.

And what if some rebellious, o'er dark realms60
Arrogate power? yet these train up to God,
And on the rude eye unconfirm'd for day
Flash meteor lights better than total gloom.
As ere from Lieule-Oaive's vapoury head

The Laplander beholds the far-off sun65
Dart his slant beam on unobeying snows,
While yet the stern and solitary Night
Brooks no alternate sway, the Boreal Morn
With mimic lustre substitutes its gleam
Guiding his course, or by Niemi's lake70
Or Balda-Zhiok,[2] or the mossy stone
Of Solfar-Kapper,[3] while the snowy blast
Drifts arrowy by, or eddies round his sledge
Making the poor babe at its mother's back
Scream in its scanty cradle:[4] he the while75

Wins gentle solace as with upward eye
He marks the streamy banners of the North,
Thinking, himself those happy spirits shall join
Who there in floating robes of rosy light
Dance sportively. For Fancy is the power80
That first unsensualizes the dark mind
Giving it new delights; and bids it swell
With wild activity; and peopling air,
By obscure fears of Beings invisible
Emancipates it from the grosser thrall85
Of the present impulse, teaching self controul
'Till Superstition with unconscious hand
Seat Reason on her throne. Wherefore not vain,
Nor yet without permitted power impressed,
I deem those legends terrible, with which90
The polar Ancient thrills his uncouth throng:
Whether of pitying Spirits that make their moan
O'er slaughter'd infants, or that Giant Bird

Vuokho, of whose rushing wings the noise
Is Tempest, when the unutterable Shape95
Speeds from the Mother of Death[5] his destin'd way
To snatch the murderer from his secret cell!
Or if the Greenland Wizard in strange trance
Pierces the untravell'd realms of ocean's bed
(Where live the innocent, as far from cares100
As from the storms and overwhelming waves
Dark-tumbling on the surface of the deep)
Over the abysm even to that uttermost cave
By mishap'd Prodigies beleager'd, such
As Earth ne'er bred, nor Air, nor the upper Sea.105
There dwells the fury Form, whose unheard name
With eager eye, pale cheek, suspended breath
Unsleeping Silence guards, worn out with fear

Lest haply escaping on some treacherous blast
The fatal Sound let slip the Elements 110
And frenzy Nature. Yet the wizard her,
Arm'd with Torngarsuck's[6] power, the Spirit of good,
Forces to unchain the foodful progeny
Of the Ocean stream. Wild phantasies! yet wise,
On the victorious goodness of high God 115
Teaching Reliance and medicinal Hope,
'Till, from Bethabra northward, heavenly Truth
With gradual steps winning her difficult way
Transfer their rude Faith perfected and pure.

If there be Beings of higher class than Man, 120
I deem no nobler province they possess
Than by disposal of apt circumstance
To rear some realm with patient discipline,
Aye bidding Pain, dark Error's uncouth child,
Blameless Parenticide! his snakey scourge 125
Lift fierce against his Mother! Thus they make
Of transient Evil ever-during Good

Themselves probationary, and denied
Confessed to view by preternatural deed
To overwhelm the will, save on some fated day130
Headstrong, or with petition'd might from God.

And such perhaps the guardian Power whose ken
Still dwelt on France. He from the Invisible World
Burst on the Maiden's eye, impregning Air
With Voices and strange Shapes, illusions apt,135
Shadowy of Truth. And first a landscape rose
More wild and waste and desolate, than where
The white bear drifting on a field of ice
Howls to her sunder'd cubs with piteous rage
And savage agony. Mid the drear scene140
A craggy mass uprear'd its misty brow,
Untouch'd by breath of Spring, unwont to know
Red Summer's influence, or the chearful face
Of Autumn; yet its fragments many and huge
Astounded ocean with the dreadful dance 145
Of whirlpools numberless, absorbing oft

The blameless fisher at his perilous toil.
Upon the topmost height the Maiden saw
A meteor-lighted dome: to every blast
Shook the wide fabric, tottering as to fall,150
For ever tottering; round the tempests yell'd
Tremendous, music hoarse! yet to the ear
Of him who there had rule, the Dynast stern,
Not undelightful. His perturbed flight
Anxious and gloomy, speeding hitherwards,155
She saw the dark-wing'd Shape: with all it's towers
The palace nods: such was Ambition's voice!
Obedient first, fierce servant of fierce Lord,
Cowl'd Superstition comes, her loosen'd robes
Float on the breeze and half exposed to view160
The rusted dagger. By her side crept on
Mitred Hypocrisy, with meekest mien
And step demure, and cross, which to his heart
He prest, and seem'd with heaven- ward eye to pour
The pious prayer; yet never prayer he pour'd165
Save when with secret glance he view'd the crowd

Admiring near. Revenge unwilling quits
The mangled corse; and prodigal of death
Next Slaughter strode; his falchion yet unsheath'd
Reeks from the wound, loose flow his long black locks,170
The wide roll of his eye is terrible,
And each limb quivers. Cruelty comes next,
With savage smile grasping a widowed dove.
And Fury next beating her own swoln breast
Rush'd at the call: and Envy hideous form175
Gnawing her flesh, and tearing from her head
The viper turn'd to bite: and Horror wild
With creeping flesh. Despair his sullen arms
Folded; aye muttering dark and half-form'd words
Of dreadful import. Aged Avarice next180
Hugg'd to his heart his bags, and cast around
(Unwilling tho' to lose the golden sight,)
The fearful look. And fitful Jealousy
Anxious for misery came: and feverish Lust
Hot from the convent. Palsied Fear fled on,185
And ever as he fled his ghastly eye

Reverts. Then stalk'd along the giant form
Of proud Oppression, on his crowned brow
Sate Desolation, and his pityless frown
Dispeopled countries: him behind a train190
Loathly and horrible, of nameless fiends
Outnumbering locusts. Last, as fill'd with fear
Suspicion ever-watchful clos'd the train:
Pale meagre spectre, ribb'd with iron plates,
Sleepless, and fearful of the friendly meal,195
Worn out with anxious vigilance of life.

These at the palace meet, there, porter fit,
Remorse for ever his sad vigils kept,
His heart the viper's feast: worn down his face,
If face it were when scarce the shrivell'd skin200
Wrap'd o'er the bone, proclaim'd the gnawing pang:
Inly he groan'd, or starting wildly, shriek'd,
Aye as the fabric tottering from its base
Threaten'd destruction, tho' oft announc'd withheld,
Tho' still withheld, expected.

These the Maid205
Mark'd as they steer'd their dusky flight along;
And lo! she was amidst them.
Paved with bones
The floor breath'd pestilence: the emblazon'd walls
With ensigns and with blood-stain'd arms were hung,
The trophies of Ambition.
On his throne210
That Form portentous rear'd his giant bulk,
More huge than he, who with his hundred arms
Scatter'd confusion o'er the host of Gods
Briareus: or the monster brethren twain,
Whose stature[7] swelling every hour gave hopes215
Of equalling highest Heaven: nor larger he
Illusive, 'gainst whose head the thunderer Thor
Sped frustrate his full force[8]. A sable helm
Shades his brown face, where glow'd thro' each dark tint
The fire of anger; in his hand he grasp'd 220

The desolating spear: his broad black brow
In thought contracted spake his brooding soul,
Sullenly silent.
"Maid beloved of Heaven!"
(To her the tutelary Power exclaimed)
"Of Chaos the adventurous progeny225
Thou seest; foul missionaries of foul sire,
Fierce to regain the losses of that hour
When Love rose glittering, and his gorgeous wings
Over the abyss flutter'd with such glad noise,
As what time after long and pestful Calms230
With slimy shapes and miscreated life
Pois'ning the vast Pacific, the fresh breeze
Wakens the merchant sail, uprising. Night
An heavy unimaginable moan
Sent forth, when she the Protoplast beheld235
Stand beauteous on Confusion's charmed wave.
Moaning she fled, and entered the Profound
That leads with downward windings to the Cave
Of darkness palpable, desart of Deaths,

Sunk deep beneath Gehenna's many roots.240
There many a dateless age the Beldame lurk'd
And trembled: till engender'd by fierce Hate,
Fierce Hate and gloomy Hope, a Dream arose
Shap'd like a black cloud mark'd with streaks of fire.
It rous'd the Hell-hag: she the dew-damps wip'd245
From off her brow, and thro' the uncouth maze
Retraced her steps; but ere she reach'd the mouth
Of that drear labyrinth, shudd'ring she paus'd
Nor dar'd re-enter the diminish'd Gulph.
As thro' the dark vaults of some moulder'd tower250
(Which fearful to approach, the evening hind
Circles at distance in his homeward way)
The winds breathe hollow, deem'd the plaining groan
Of prison'd spirits; with such fearful voice
Night murmur'd, and the sound thro' Chaos went.255
Leapt at the call her hideous-fronted brood!
A dark behest they heard, and rush'd on earth,
Since that sad hour in camps and courts adored
Rebels from God and Monarchs o'er Mankind!

These are the fiends that o'er thy native land 260
Spread Guilt and Horror. Maid belov'd of Heaven!
Dar'st thou inspir'd by the holy flame of Love
Encounter such fell shapes, nor fear to meet
Their wrath, their wiles? O Maiden, dar'st thou die?

"Father of Heaven! I will not fear, she said 265
My arm is weak, but mighty is thy sword.

She spake and as she spake the trump was heard
That echoed ominous o'er the streets of Rome,
When the first Cæsar totter'd o'er the grave
By Freedom delv'd: the Trump, whose chilling blast 270
On Marathon and on Platæa's plain
Scatter'd the Persian. From his obscure haunt
Shriek'd Fear, the ghastliest of Ambition's throng,
Fev'rish yet freezing, eager paced, yet slow;
As she that creeps from forth her swampy reeds 275
Ague, the biform Hag! when early Spring
Beams on the marsh-bred vapours. "Lo! she goes!

To Orleans lo! she goes—the Mission'd Maid!
The Victor Hosts wither beneath her arm!
And what are Crecy, Poictiers, Azincour280
But noisy echoes in the ear of Pride?"
Ambition heard and startled on his throne;
But strait a smile of savage joy illum'd
His grisly features, like the sheety Burst
Of Lightning o'er the awaken'd midnight clouds285
Wide-flash'd. For lo! a flaming pile reflects
Its red light fierce and gloomy on the face
Of Superstition and her goblin Son,
Loud-laughing Cruelty, who to the stake
A female fix'd, of bold and beauteous mien,290
Her snow-white Limbs by iron fetters bruis'd,
Her breast expos'd. JOAN saw, she saw and knew
Her perfect image. Nature thro' her frame
One pang shot shiv'ring; but, that frail pang soon
Dismiss'd, "Even so" (the exulting Maiden said)295
"The sainted Heralds of Good Tidings fell,
And thus they witness'd God! But now the Clouds

Treading, and Storms beneath their feet, they soar
Higher, and higher soar, and soaring sing
Loud Songs of Triumph! O ye Spirits of God,300
Hover around my mortal agonies!"
She spake: and instantly faint melody
Melts on her ear, soothing, and sad, and slow,
Such measures as at calmy midnight heard
By aged Hermit in his holy dream305
Foretell and solace death: and now they rise
Louder, as when with harp and mingled voice
The white-rob'd multitude of slaughter'd Saints
At Heaven's wide-open'd portals gratulant
Receive some martyr'd Patriot.[9] The harmony310
Entranc'd the maid, 'till each suspended sense
Brief slumber seiz'd and confus'd extacy.
At length awak'ning slow she gaz'd around;
But lo! no more was seen the ice-pil'd mount.

And meteor-lighted dome. An Isle appear'd,315
It's high, o'erhanging, rough, broad-breasted cliffs
Glass'd on the subject ocean. A vast plain
Stretch'd opposite, where ever and anon
The Ploughman following sad his meagre team
Turn'd up fresh skulls unstartled, and the bones320
Of fierce, hate-breathing Combatants, who there
All mingled lay beneath the common earth,
Death's gloomy reconcilement! O'er the fields
Stepp'd a fair Form repairing all she might,
Her temples olive-wreath'd; and where she trod,325
Fresh flowrets rose and many a foodful herb.
But wan her cheek, her footsteps insecure,
And anxious pleasure beam'd in her faint eye,
As she had newly left a couch of pain,
Pale Convalescent! (Yet some time to rule330
With power exclusive o'er the willing world,
That blest prophetic Mandate then fulfill'd,
Peace be on earth!) An happy while but brief
She seem'd to wander with assiduous feet,

And heal'd the recent harm of chill or blight,335
And nurs'd each plant that fair and virtuous grew.
But soon a deep precursive sound moan'd hollow:
Black rose the clouds, and now, (as in a dream)
Their red'ning shapes transform'd to warrior hotss,
Cours'd o'er the Sky, and battled in mid air.340
The Sea meantime his Billows darkest roll'd,
And each stain'd wave dash'd on the shore a corse.
Nor did not the large blood-drops fall from Heaven
Portentous! while aloft were seen to float,
His hideous features blended with the mist,345
The long black locks of Slaughter. Peace beheld,
And o'er the plain with oft-reverted eye
Fled, till a place of Tombs she reach'd, and there
Within a ruin'd sepulchre obscure
Found hiding-place.
The delegated Maid 350
Gaz'd thro' her tears, then in sad tones exclaim'd,
"Thou mild-ey'd Form! wherefore ah! wherefore fled?
The name of Justice written on thy brow

Resplendent shone; but all they, who unblam'd
Dwelt in thy dwellings, call thee Happiness.355
Ah! why uninjurd and unprofited
Should multitudes against their brethren rush?
Why sow they guilt, still reaping misery!
Lenient of care, thy songs, O Peace! are sweet,
As after showers the perfum'd gale of Eve,360
That plays around the sick man's throbbing temples;
And gay thy grassy altar pil'd with fruits.
But boasts the shrine of Daemon War one charm?
Save that with many an orgie strange and foul
Dancing around with interwoven arms365
The Maniac Suicide and Giant Murder
Exult in their fierce union! I am sad,
And know not why the simple Peasants croud
Beneath the Chieftain's standard!" Thus the Maid.
To her the tutelary Spirit reply'd,370
"When Luxury and Lust's exhausted stores
No more can rouse the appetites of Kings;
When the low Flattery of their reptile Lords

Falls flat and heavy on the accustomed ear;
When Eunuchs sing, and Fools buffoon'ry make,375
And Dancers writhe their harlot limbs in vain:
Then War and all its dread vicissitudes
Pleasingly agitate their stagnant hearts,
Its hopes, its fears, its victories, its defeats,
Insipid Royalty's keen Condiment.380
Therefore, uninjur'd and unprofited
(Victims at once and executioners)
The congregated Husbandmen lay waste
The Vineyard and the Harvest: as along
The Bothnic Coast or southward of the Line385
Though hush'd the Winds, and cloudless the high Noon,
Yet if Leviathan, weary of ease,
In sports unwieldy toss his island bulk,
Ocean behind him billows, and, before,
A storm of Waves breaks foamy on the strand.390
And hence for times and seasons bloody and dark
Short Peace shall skin the wounds of causeless War,
And War, his strained sinews knit anew,

Still violate th' unfinished Works of Peace.
But yonder look—for more demands thy view."395

He said; and straightway from the opposite Isle
A Vapor rose, pierc'd by the Maiden's eye.
Guiding its course Oppression sate within,
With terror pale and rage, yet laugh'd at times
Musing on Vengeance: trembled in his hand 400
A Sceptre fiercely-grasp'd. O'er ocean westward
The Vapor sail'd, as when a Cloud exhal'd
From Ægypt's fields, that steam hot Pestilence,
Travels the sky for many a trackless league,
'Till o'er some death-doom'd Land distant in vain 405
It broods incumbent. Forthwith from the Plain
Facing the Isle, a brighter Cloud arose
And steer'd its course which way the Vapor went.
Envy sate guiding—Envy, hag abhorr'd!
Like Justice mask'd, and doom'd to aid the fight 410
Victorious 'gainst Oppression. Hush'd awhile
The Maiden paus'd, musing what this might mean;

But long time pass'd not, ere that brighter Cloud
Returned more bright: along the Plain it swept;
And soon from forth its bursting sides emerg'd415
A dazzling Form, broad-bosom'd, bold of Eye,
And wild her hair save where by Laurels bound.
Not more majestic stood the healing God
When from his Bow the arrow sped, that slew
Huge Python. Shriek'd Ambition's ghastly throng,420
And with them those, the locust Fiends that crawl'd
And glitter'd in Corruption's slimy track.
Great was their wrath, for short they knew their reign.
And such Commotion made they and Uproar
As when the mad Tornado bellows thro'425
The guilty Islands of the western main,
What time departing for their native shores,
Eboe,[10] or Koromantyn's plain of Palms,
The infuriate Spirits of the Murder'd make

Fierce merriment, and vengeance ask of Heaven.430
Warm'd with new Influence the unwholsome Plain
Sent up its foulest fogs to meet the Morn:
The Sun, that rose on Freedom, rose in blood!

"Maiden beloved, and Delegate of Heaven!
(To her the tutelary Spirit said)435

Soon shall the Morning struggle into Day,
The stormy Morning into cloudless Noon.
Much hast thou seen, nor all can'st understand—
But this be thy best Omen, Save thy Country!"
Thus saying, from the answering Maid he pass'd,440
And with him disappear'd the goodly Vision.

"Glory to thee, Father of Earth and Heaven!
All-conscious Presence of the Universe!
Nature's vast ever-acting Energy!
In will, in deed, Impulse of All to all;445
Whether thy Law with unrefracted Ray
Beam on the Prophet's purged Eye, or if
Diseasing Realms the Enthusiast wild of thought
Scatter new frenzies on the infected Throng,
Thou Both inspiring, and predooming Both,450
Fit Instruments and best of perfect End.
Glory to thee, Father of Earth and Heaven!"

Return, adven'trous Song! to where Dunois

  1. Line 34 Sir Isaac Newton at the end of the last edition of his Optics, supposes that a very subtile and elastic fluid, which he calls æther, is diffused thro' the pores of gross bodies, as well as thro' the open spaces that are void of gross matter; he supposes it to pierce all bodies, and to touch their least particles, acting on them with a force proportional to their number or to the matter of the body on which it acts. He supposes likewise, that it is rarer in the pores of bodies than in open spaces, and even rarer in small pores and dense bodies, than in large pores and rare bodies; and also that its density increases in receding from gross matter; so for instance as to be greater at the 1/100 of an inch from the surface of any body, than at its surface; and so on. To the action of this æther he ascribes the attractions of gravitation and cohæsion, the attraction and repulsion of electrical bodies, the mutual influences of bodies and light upon each other, the effects and communication of heat, and the performance of animal sensation and motion. David Hartley from whom this account of æther is chiefly borrowed, makes it the instrument of propagating those vibrations or configurative motions which are ideas. It appears to me, no hypothesis ever involved so many contradictions; for how can the same fluid be both dense and rare in the same body at one time? yet in the Earth as gravitating to the Moon, it must be very rare; and in the Earth as gravitating to the Sun, it must be very dense. For, as Andrew Baxter well observes, it doth not appear sufficient to account how this fluid may act with a force proportional to the body to which another is impelled, to assert that it is rarer in great bodies than in small ones: it must be farther asserted that this fluid is rarer or denser in the same body, whether small or great, according as the body to which that is impelled is itself small or great. But whatever may be the solidity of this objection, the following seems unanswerable:
    If every particle thro' the whole solidity of a heavy body receive its impulse from the particles of this fluid, it should seem that the fluid itself must be as dense as the very densest heavy body, gold for instance; there being as many impinging particles in the one, as there are gravitating particles in the other which receive their gravitation by being impinged upon: so that, throwing gold or any heavy body upward, against the impulse of this fluid, would be like throwing gold thro' gold; and as this æther must be equally diffused over the whole sphere of its activity, it must be as dense when it impels cork as when it impels gold: so that to throw a piece of cork upward, would be as if we endeavoured to make cork penetrate a medium as dense as gold: and tho' we were to adopt the extravagant opinions which have been advanced concerning the progession of pores, yet however porous we suppose a body, if it be not all pore, the argument holds equally; the fluid must be as dense as the body in order to give every particle its impulse.
    It has been asserted that Sir Isaac Newton's philosophy leads in its consequences to Atheism: perhaps not without reason. For if matter by any powers or properties given to it, can produce the order of the visible world, and even generate thought; why may it not have possessed such properties by inherent right? and where is the necessity of a God? matter is, according to the mechanic philosophy capable of acting most wisely and most beneficently without Wisdom or Benevolence; and what more does the Atheist assert? if matter possess those properties, why might it not have possessed them from all eternity? Sir Isaac Newton's Deity seems to be alternately operose and indolent; to have delegated so much power as to make it inconceivable what he can have reserved. He is dethroned by Vice-regent second causes.
    We seem placed here to acquire a knowledge of effects. Whenever we would pierce into the Adyta of Causation, we bewilder ourselves; and all, that laborious Conjecture can do, is to fill up the gaps of imagination. We are restless, because invisible things are not the objects of vision—and philosophical systems, for the most part, are received not for their Truth, but in proportion as they attribute to Causes a susceptibility of being seen, whenever our visual organs shall have become sufficiently powerful.
  2. Line 71 Balda-Zhiok. i.e. mons altudinis, the highest mountain in Lapland.
  3. Line 72 Solfar-Kapper: capitium Solfar, hic locus omnium, quotquot veterum Lapponum superstitio sacrificiis religiosoque cultui dedicavit, celebratissimus erat, in parte sinus australis situs, semimilliaris spatio a mari distans. Ipse locus, quern curiositatis gratia aliquando me invisisse memini, duabus præaltis lapidibus, sibi invicem oppositis, quorum alter musco circumdatus erat, constabat.

    Leemius de Lapponibus.

  4. Line 75 The Lapland women carry their infants at their backs in a piece of excavated wood which serves them for a cradle; opposite to the infant's mouth there is a hole for it to breathe thro'.
    Mirandum prorsus est & vix credibile nisi cui vidisse contigit. Lappones hyeme iter facientes per vastos montes, perque horrida et invia tesqua, eo præsertim tempore quo omnia perpetuis nivibus obtecta sunt et nives ventis agitantur et in gyros aguntur, viam ad destinata loca absque errore invenire posse, lactantem autem infantem, si quem habeat, ipsa mater in dorso bajulat, in excavato ligno (Gieed'k ipsi vocant) quod pro cunis utuntur, in hoc infanspannis et pellibus convolutus colligatus jacet.

    Leemius de Lapponibus.

  5. Line 96 Jaibme Aibmo.
  6. Lin 112 They call the Good Spirit, Torngarsuck the other great but malignant spirit is 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 thro' the kingdom of souls, over an horrible abyss into the palace of this phantom, and by his enchantments causes the captive creatures to asceed directly to the surface of the ocean.

    See Crantz. Hist, of Greenland, Vol. i, 206.

  7. Line 215 Otus and Ephialtes.
  8. Line 218 See the Edda. Fab. 24th of the illusions practised upon Thor by Skrymner.
  9. Line 310. Revel. 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.
  10. Line 428. The Slaves in the West-India Islands consider Death as a passport to their native Country.—This 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:

    Ωσκοτου πυλας, Θανατε, προλειπω
    Ες υενος ετπ?υδοις υποζευχθεν Ατα.
    Ου ξενισθηοη γενυων σπαραγμοις
    Ουδ ολολυγμω,

    Αλλα και κυκλοισι χοροιτυποισι
    Κασματων χαπα φοβερος μεν εσσι,
    Αλλ ομως Ελευθερια συνοικεις,
    Στυγνε Τυραννε!

    Δασκιοις επνι πτερυγεσσι σησι
    Α! θαλασσιον καθορωντες οιδμα
    Αιθεροπλαγτοις υπο ποσσ ανειοι
    Πατριδιπ αιαν

    Ενθα μαν Εραςαι Ερωμενησιν
    Αμφι πηγτσσ κετρινων υπ αλαων,
    Οσσ υπο βροτοις εκαθον βροτοι, τα
    Δεινα λεγοντι.

    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! S. T. C.