To us is intrusted the rebuilding of her temples,--to our hands is committed the destruction of our enemies.

The work will be done in darkness and in secret,--with toil and travail,--but it will at length be made manifest; and when the hour is arrived, our vengeance will be terrible and exterminating.' With these words, they vanished from my sight.

Ah!" she exclaimed, suddenly starting, and passing her hand across her brow, as if to clear her sight, "it was no dream--no vision.

I see one of them now." "Where?
where ?" cried several voices.
The prophetess answered by extending her skinny arm towards some object immediately before her.
All eyes were instantly turned in the same direction, when they beheld a Spanish soldier--for such his garb proclaimed him--standing at a few paces' distance from them.

He was wrapped in an ample cloak, with a broad-leaved steeple-crowned hat, decorated with a single green feather, pulled over his brows, and wore a polished-steel brigandine, trunk hose, and buff boots drawn up to the knees.