O Queen and friend, that, evil though it be,
Evil is brought to light; he hath divulged,
In this mad mood, what else had been concealed
By guilty cunning. Set a watch upon him
And on Priest Neolin; they plot against us;
Your fall and mine alike do they conspire,
Being leagued with Aztlan to destroy us both.
Thy son will not remember that his lips
Have let the treason pass. Be wary, then,
And we shall catch the crafty in the pit
Which they have dug for us.

Erillyab cast

A look of anger, made intense by grief,
On Amalahta... Cursed be the hour

Wherein I gave thee birth! she cried; that pain
Was light to what thy base and brutal nature
Hath sent into my soul. . . But take thou heed!
I have borne many a woe and many a loss,
My father's realm, the husband of my youth,
My hope in thee! . . all motherly love is gone, .
Sufferance well nigh worn out.

When she had ceased,

Still the deep feeling filled her, and her eye

Dwelt on him, still in thought. Brother! she cried

As Madoc would have soothed her, doubt not me! Mine is no feeble heart. Abundantly

Did the Great Spirit overpay all woes,

And this the heaviest, when he sent thee here,
The friend and the deliverer. Evil tongues
May scatter lies; bad spirits and bad men
May league against thy life; but go thou on,
Brother! He loves thee and will be thy shield.

NOTES

ON

THE FIRST PART.

Silent and thoughtful, and apart from all,

Stood Madoc.-I. p. 4.

Long after these lines had been written, I was pleased at finding the same feeling expressed in a very singular specimen of metrical auto-biography:

A Nao, despregando as velas
Ja se aproveita do vento;
E de evidente alegria

Os Portuguezes ja cheios
Sobre o conves estam todos ;
Na terra se vam revendo
Igrejas, Palacios, Quintas,
De que tem conhecimento,
Daqui, dalli apontando
Vam ledamente co dedo.
Todos fallando demostram
Seus jubilos manifestos;
Mas o Vieira occupado
Vai de hum notavel silencio.