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That with thy deadly enemies I live:
The tenderest ties (it boots not to relate)
Have bound me to their service, and their fate;
Yet, whether on Peru's war-wasted plain,
Or visiting these sacred shores again,
Whate'er the struggles of this heart may be,
Land of my fathers, it shall beat for thee!

[193] A volcano in Chili.

[194] The chrysomela is a beautiful insect of which the young women of
Chili make necklaces.

[195] The parrot butterfly, peculiar to this part of America, the
largest and most brilliant of its kind.--_Papilio psittacus._

[196] A most beautiful climbing plant. The vine is of the size of
packthread: it climbs on the trees without attaching itself to them:
when it reaches the top, it descends perpendicularly; and as it
continues to grow, it extends itself from tree to tree, until it offers
to the eye a confused tissue, exhibiting some resemblance to the rigging
of a ship.--_Molina._

[197] I chanced once to lodge in a village named Upec by the Frenchmen:
there, in the night, I heard _those birds, not singing_, but making a
lamentable noise. I saw the barbarians most attentive, and, being
ignorant of the whole matter, reproved their folly. But when I smiled a
little upon a Frenchman standing by me, a certain old man, severely
enough, restrained me with these words: "Hold your peace, lest you
hinder us who attentively hearken _to the happy tidings of our
ancestors_; for as often as we hear these birds, so often also are we
cheered, and our strength receiveth increase."--_Callender's Voyage._

[198] The ichella is a short cloak, of a greenish-blue colour, of wool,
fastened before with a silver buckle.--_Molina._

[199] The alpaca is perhaps the most beautiful, gentle, and interesting
of living animals: one was to be seen in London in 1812.

[200] _Ardea cristata._

[201] Every warrior of Chili, according to Molina, has his attendant
"nymph" or fairy--the belief in which is nearly similar to the popular
and poetical idea of those beings in Europe. Meulen is the benevolent
spirit.

[202] I have taken this line from the conclusion of the celebrated
speech of the old North American warrior, Logan, "Who is there to mourn
for Logan?--not one!"

[203] Their pipes of war are made of the bones of their enemies, who
have been sacrificed.

[204] The way in which the warriors are summoned, is something like the
"running the cross" in Scotland, which is s