far and wide o'er the regenerate world,
From each green vale and ancient hill, thy sons
Duly to Thee shall bring their evening thanks
And morning homage. Round each cheerful hearth,
Or kneeling in the spreading door-tree's shade,
Each human heart, brim-full of love and hope,
And holy gratitude, shall send aloft
A pure oblation, and the throbbing earth
Be one great censer, breathing praise to Thee.'

[5] This line is from one of GRIMKE'S polished and
most scholar-like orations.

THE LEGEND OF DON RODERICK.[6]

BY THE AUTHOR OF THE SKETCH BOOK.

[6] See 'Editor's Table' of the present number.

When in the year of Redemption 701, WITIZIA was elected to the Gothic
throne, his reign gave promise of happy days to Spain. He redressed
grievances, moderated the tributes of his subjects, and conducted himself
with mingled mildness and energy in the administration of the laws. In a
little while, however, he threw off the mask and showed himself in his
true nature, cruel and luxurious. Considering himself secure upon the
throne, he gave the reins to his licentious passions, and soon by his
tyranny and sensuality acquired the appellation of WITIZIA the Wicked. How
rare is it to learn wisdom from the misfortunes of others! With the fate
of WITIZIA full before his eyes, DON RODERICK was no sooner established as
his successor, than he began to indulge in the same pernicious errors, and
was doomed in like manner to prepare the way for his own perdition.

As yet the heart of Roderick, occupied by the struggles of his early life,
by warlike enterprises, and by the inquietudes of newly-gotten power, had
been insensible to the charms of women; but in the first voluptuous calm
the amorous propensities of his nature assumed their sway. There are
divers accounts of the youthful beauty who first found favor in his eyes,
and was elevated by him to the throne. We follow, in our legend, the
details of an Arabian chronicler, authenticated by a Spanish poet. Let
those who dispute our facts produce better authority for their
contradiction.

Among the few fortified places that had not been dismantled by Don
Roderick was the ancient city of Denia, situated on the Mediterranean
coast, and defended on a rock-built castle that overlooked the sea.

The Alcayde of the castle, with many of the people of Denia, was one day
on his knees in the chapel, imploring the Virgin to allay a tempest which
was strewing the c