the whate wouldn't be beautiful, and a great plenty of it." It was at the end of a week that the ship which Barny had hitherto kept a-head of him, shewed symptoms of bearing down upon him, as he thought, and, sure enough, she did, and Barny began to conjecture what the deuce the ship could want with him, and commenced inventing answers to the questions he thought it possible might be put to him in case the ship spoke him. He was soon put out of suspense by being hailed and ordered to run under her lee, and the Captain, looking over the quarter, asked Barny where he was going? "Faith then I'm goin' an my business," said Barny. "But where?" said the Captain. Why sure an it's no matther where a poor man like me id be goin," said Barny. Only I'm curious to know what the deuce youv'e been following my ship for, for the last week ?" "Follyin' your ship!-Why thin, blur an agers, do you think it's follyin' yiz I am ?" 66 "It's very like it," said the Captain. Why, did two people niver thravel the same road before?" "I don't say they did'nt ; but there's a great difference between a ship of 700 tons and a hooker." "Oh as for that matther," said Barny, "the same high road sarves a coach and four and a low-back car; the thravellin' tinker an' a lord a' horseback." "That's very true," said the Captain, "but the cases are not the same, Paddy, and I can't conceive what the devil brings you here. "And who ax'd you to consayve any thing about it?" asked Barny somewhat sturdily. "D-n me if I can imagine what you're about, my fine fellow," said the Captain, "and my own notion is, that you don't know where the d-l you're going yourself. "O baithershin!" said Barny with a laugh of derision. "Why then do you object to tell?” said the Captain. "Arrah sure, Captain, an' don't you know that sometimes vessels is bound to sail undher saycret ordhers ?" said Barny, endeavouring to foil the question by badinage. There was a universal laugh from the deck of the ship at the idea of a fishing boat sailing under secret orders; for, by this time, the whole broadside of the vessel was crowded with grinning mouths and wondering eyes at Barny and his boat. "Oh, its a thrifle makes fools laugh," said Barny. "Take care, my fine fellow, that you don't be laughing at the wrong side of your mouth before long, for I've a notion that you're cursedly in the wrong box, as cunning a fellow as you think yourself. D-n your stupid head can't you tell what brings you here? Why thin, by gor one id think the whole say belonged to you, you're so mighty bowld in axin questions an it. Why tare an ouns, sure I've as much right to be here as you, though I haven't as big a ship nor as fine a coat-but maybe I can take as good sailin' out o' the one and has as bowld a heart under th' other." "Very well," said the Captain, “I see there's no use in talking to you, so go to the d-l your own way." And away bore the ship, leaving Barny in indignation and his companions in wonder. "An why wouldn't you tell him?" said they to Barny. 66 Why, don't you see,” said Barny, whose object was now to blind them, "don't you see, how do I know but maybe he might be goin' to the same place himself, and maybe has a cargo of scalpeens as well as uz, and wants to get before us there." "Thrue for you, Barny," said they. "By dad you're right." And their enquiries being satisfied, the day passed as former ones had done, in pursuing the course of the ship. In four days more, however, the provisions in the hooker began to fail, and they were obliged to have recourse to the scalpeens for sustenance, and Barny then got seriously uneasy at the length of the voyage, and the still likely greater length, for anything he could see to the contrary, and urged at last by his own alarms and those of his companions, he was enabled, as the wind was light, to gain on the ship, and when he found himself alongside, he demanded a parley with the Captain. 66 The Captain, on hearing that the hardy hooker," as she got christened, was under his lee, came on deck, and as soon as he appeared Barny cried outWhy thin, blur an agers, Captain dear, do you expec' to be there soon ?" "It's well for me I do," said the Captain. Thrue for you indeed, your honor," said Barny,in his most insinuating tone. but whin will you be at the ind o' your voyage, Captain jewel ?" "I dare say in about three months," said the Captain. "Oh, Holy Mother!" ejaculated Barny, "three months-arrah it's jokin' you are Captain dear, and only want to freken me." "How should I frighten you?" asked the Captain, The Indians report that the Inca Viracocha was the author of the prophecy which foretold the invasion of the Spaniards, and was preserved among the archives of the Kings of Peru. In effect it would appear to have been accomplished, at the close of the reign of one of his descendants, supposed to have obtained illegal possession of the throne, in the conquest of the Peruvian empire, the destruction of its idolatry, and finally, its total subversion by the Spanish army under Piçarro. "Why amid scenes where desolation reigns, It cannot find some dear remember'd joys, From losing all with which its hopes were blest; The images that to my fancy rise, And tints my strain with the sad hues they wear. How beautiful the mild and pearly light That robes at moon-rise the autumnal sky, Softer than summer's noon, yet scarce less bright, E Morning is grand, when the unclouded sun For then, beneath the star-enamell'd sphere, And o'er the hills and valley of Yukay,* The gentle airs, how balmily they breathe, The marble grot, the ever-verdant grove, Yet some there are o'er whom such spells Those in whose inmost soul there dwells Had seen its charms, and felt them not. But lightly as we prize the gold, From whence unseen the jewel fell, And sadly rather we behold What minds us of our loss too well; When once its 'pride' was borne away, Its moonlit groves, and rill and river, Oh! far beyond all after hours, "The valley of Yukay is the most delightful spot in all Peru; having for that reason been chosen by all the kings from the time of Manco Capac, (the first Inca,) as their place of recreation, to which they retired often to divert themselves, by a temporary relief, from the toils and fatigues of government."-Rycaut. When first young Beauty's artless tone Falters responsive to our own; When in the eyes we read confess'd The tender tumult of the breast, When by the oft-repeated sigh, The words that in the effort die, Affection's voice too weak appears To check each wild emotion's rush, A lovelier worshipper than thee, Were gather'd from its native mine, Than Zilia was each thought of thine. Which the despairing ever feel, And mourn'd with many a shade of woe, But deeper and more deadly far, He seeks for hope, and meets despair. Oh! that the breast should c'er be steel'd Against another's agony, Or keep the fount of feeling seal'd, Last aught its flow should profit by ; That there are hearts, o'er which the dews Whose cold unkindness can refuse To hear the voice of sorrow's call. Nay, it has ever been the pride Now in the Temple of the Sun, Woo'd by a tyrant she abhorr'd, If once upon the earth it light. By one who track'd his purpose well. The loud Haylli had ceased-no more In measured interval, Upon the temple's marble floor The sylph-like footsteps fall. Both song and dance are o'er, till night According to the Peruvian code of laws respecting their religious rights and ceremonies, the Inca had the appointment of the Chief Priestess of the temple, who was obliged to become also the Inca's wife. + Cozco was the imperial city of Peru, in the midst of which upon a lofty eminence was built the celebrated Temple of the Sun, commanding an extensive prospect of the adjacent country. All their songs were panegyrics in praise of the Sun, and called Haylli, i.e. triumph, with these they intermixed the quick and acute sayings of discreet lovers, commencing and concluding every stanza with the word Haylli.-Rycaut. |