THE ARGUMENT.
Columbus, having wandered from kingdom to kingdom, at length
obtains three ships and sets sail on the Atlantic. The compass
alters from its ancient direction; the wind becomes constant and
unremitting; night and day he advances, till he is suddenly stopped
in his course by a mass of vegetation, extending as far as the eye can
reach, and assuming the appearance of a country overwhelmed by
the sea. Alarm and despondence on board. He resigns himself to
the care of Heaven, and proceeds on his voyage.
Meanwhile the deities of America assemble in council; and one of
the Zemi, the gods of the islanders, announces his approach. “In
vain,” says he, “have we guarded the Atlantic for ages. A mortal
has baffled our power; nor will our votaries arm against him.
Yours are a sterner race. Hence; and, while we have recourse to
stratagem, do you array the nations round your altars, and prepare
for an exterminating war.” They disperse while he is yet speaking;
and, in the shape of a Condor, he directs his flight to the fleet. His
journey described. He arrives there. A panic. A mutiny. Columbus
restores order; continues on his voyage; and lands in a New
World. Ceremonies of the first interview. Rites of hospitality.
The ghost of Cazziva.
Two months pass away, and an Angel, appearing in a dream to
Columbus, thus addresses him: “Return to Europe; though your
Adversaries, such is the will of Heaven, shall let loose the hurricane
against you. A little while shall they triumph; insinuating
themselves into the hearts of your followers, and making the
World, which you came to bless, a scene of blood and slaughter.
Yet is there cause for rejoicing. Your work is done. The cross of
Christ is planted here; and, in due time, all things shall be made
perfect!”
