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of souls be true, Taglioni will be changed into a fair and dark-eyed 

 gazelle, in the gardens of Araby the Blest. How the nightingale will 

 hush the voice of its joy as her feet pass, like a summer wind, over the 

 spice-blossoms. She ought not to die ! 



Good night to Taglioni ! I am sick and ill, and a poor student ; and 

 my eyes are dim with thought and study. What have I to do with thee, 

 sweetest of Italy's daughters } Most likely I shall never see thee any 

 more. Yet sometimes it may be, in my silent and lonely room, my heart 

 •will travel back to the days that are gone, and the gentle light of one 

 who walketh in her own brightness, may break upon the gloom ; and I 

 may behold thee, yet once again, springing out, like a phantom of the 

 spirit, from the darkness of memory. Good night to Taglioni ! 



W. 



THE RAVINE OF THE UNIiURIED DEAD.* 



After the bloody plain of Cuzco had witnessed the victory obtained 

 by the successful Spanish brothers over their unfortunate compatriot 

 Diego Di Almagro, Ferdinand Pizarro (a noble born brother of the cele- 

 brated adventurer) aware of the policy of employing the active and 

 insubordinate officers by whom he was surrounded in some fresh enter- 

 prize, despatched several powerful bodies to seek new wealth in farther 

 conquests. One of these, leaving the plains of Peru, penetrated into 

 the higher districts of that country, where the inhabitants, though not 

 less advanced in civilization than their lowland compatriots, possessed 

 more of the warlike spirit of their Chilese neighbours. Here the 

 Spanish adventurers waged for some time dubious warfare with Alpahula, 

 the chief of a tribe which dwelt on the first region of the Andes, and 

 possessed both the courage and the skill to defend their mountain country 

 against its rapacious invaders. Alpahula, although he had acknow- 

 ledged the Incas of Peru as his sovereigns, and had even done cheerful 

 homage to the wise and celebrated Huana Capac, yet exercised in some 

 degree the dignity of an independent cazique, and when civil war and 

 foreign invasion seemed to have deprived Peru of its native rulers, he 

 determined, — not without a sentiment of contempt for the tame submis- 

 sion of his peaceful countrymen of the plain, — to hold out his mountain 

 district to the last against these haughty intruders on its inde- 

 pendence. Private motives were soon added to the public feelings which 

 animated the patriot cazique. His beautiful young daughter had, in an 

 early stage of the invasion, been surprised at one of her father's palaces, 

 and carried off by the foreign conqueror. 



Undismayed by the artificial thunder of their eastern enemies ; im- 

 daunted by the centaur-like combination of steed and rider, the bold 

 cazique and his followers rushed on the fires of the one, and dismounted 

 the otlier with a bravery which astonished the Spanish chiefs : nay more, 

 Alpahula and some of his most venturous officers dared even to mount 

 the chargers of their fallen foes, and, in one instance, even turned a few 

 wrested carbines against the invader, who had first made their simple 



_ * The following story is founded on an Indian tradition, though the scene of its 

 singular events is somewhat removed from the spot that is said to have witnessed 

 them. 



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