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Disturb my silent dwelling? Speak or perish.
Mildly I answer'd, prophetess, a stranger,
A miserable stranger seeks thy aid;

O tell me, I conjure thee, by thy gods,

If Harold's doom be seal'd, if sorrowing Moiną
Shall e'er behold again her native home

And dwell with Carril!-Hence, away, she cries,
I know thee now, I hate the foe of Harold;
With that I forward rush'd, and in my arms
Seizing the prophetess, I cried aloud
Unfeeling woman, tell me what I ask,

Or these firm arms shall from thy feeble body
Set loose thy stubborn soul. My son, she said,
Forbear, I yield, thy bravery has won me,
Approach-within my cave a new slain corse,
Borne by my spirits from the field of slaughter,
Yet bleeds, by Harold's arm this day transfix'd,
The soul is seated in Valhalla's halls,

But by my potent art I'll call it back,
Force it to animate the bloody limbs
And truly answer thy demands.She spake,
And blue light flash'd around me, I beheld
The bleeding man-with hoarse rough voice she 'gan
To sound the Runic rhyme, and singing still,
The corse uprear'd his head and clotted hair,
And slowly cast his ghastly eyes around,
Then sunk again, as if the soul had fear'd
To animate a hateful mangl'd body;
The prophetess observ'd him, and in wrath
She seiz'd a living snake and lash'd his limbs-

Uprose the corse, his languid eyes he fix'd

On me, thus speaking-Tell me, Carril, quickly,
For well I know thee, Carril, what's thy pleasure?
Dismiss me hence with speed to Odin's board.
Warrior, I said, is Harold's death decreed?-
He bleeds, he bleeds, I see him fall

On the corse-spread plain

Send me back to halls of joy

Yet speak, shall Moina with her Carril dwell?

E'er the setting sun shall shoot

His reddest rays across the waves
Moina's woes shall be at peace—

I go, I

go to halls of joy

He said and smiling sullenly, fell lifeless.

NUMBER LVIII.

Jam jam legibus obrutis
Mundo cum veniet dies
Australis polus obruet
Quicquid per Libiam jacet-

Arctous polus obruet

Quicquid subjacet axibus.

Amissum trepidus polo

Titan excutiet diem.

Caeli regia concidens

Ortus atque obitus trahet

Atque OMNES PARITER DEOS
PERDET MORS ALIQUA, et Chaos

Et mors et fata novissima'

In se constituet sibi

Quis mundum capiet locus?

SENECA.

IN the first number of these Essays, on the Northern Mythology, it was stated to be the doctrine of the Edda, that the deities of

Valhalla, together with Man and the globe

he inhabits, were one day to perish under the destructive operation of powers, which, though co-existing with Odin and the human race, were only held in subordination for a limited period.

These potent enemies of God and Man it will be now necessary to enumerate, before we attempt to describe the scene which closes the theology of the Scandinavians.

The Evil Principle of the Goths receives in their Edda, or Code of Religion, the appellation of Lok. He is there termed, "The calumniator of the Gods," "The artificer of fraud," "The disgrace of Gods and Men." The offspring of one of the Giants of the Frost, named Farbantes; he is the leader and defender of these monstrous beings, and has two brothers, called Bileipter and Helblinde, or Blind Death.

In his person Lok is represented as elegantly made and extremely handsome, whilst his soul is the source of all that is malignant and evil. He surpasses all beings in perfidy and cunning, and is perpetually employing

He

these instruments to perplex and counteract the purposes of the Gods.

The progeny of a spirit so completely vicious must necessarily be dreadful. By his Wife Siguna, therefore, all his children are reprobate; but by the Giantess Angerbode, or Messenger of Ill, he has produced three Monsters who are detestable and hostile to all created things.

The first is the WOLF FENRIS, of tremendous size and strength, whose jaws reach from earth to heaven, and the foam of whose mouth flows in such abundance as to form a river called Vam, or The Vices. The Gods, who saw the necessity of confining this horrible Demon, with difficulty carried their in-. tention into execution. Chain after chain, though forged of adamant, did Fenris burst asunder with such violence that their fragments were dispersed through the universe." At length sending the God Frey into the subterranean regions of the Black Genii, they procured there of a Dwarf magic fetters, which, though smooth and slender to the eye, were so irresistibly strong, that the

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