h was a pleasant morning, in the time When the leaves fall-and the bright sun shone out So quietly and calmly fell his light Upon a world at rest. There was no leaf All was still. The lab'ring herd was grazing By the harsh voice of man; and distant sound, 5 10 15 And then broke in the Sabbath chime of bells- The lash of its blue eye the while ;2 all knelt In attitude of prayer - and then the hymn, Sincere in its low melody, went up To worship God. THE TABLES TURNED.-[WORDSWORTH.] Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks; 25 1 Rule XXI, Rem. 14. 2 Rules X. and XXI, Rem. & The sun above the mountain's head, A freshening luster mellow Through all the long green fields has spread, His first sweet evening yellow. Books!1 'tis a dull and endless strife: Come, hear the woodland Linnet, How sweet his music! on my life, There's more of wisdom in it. And hark! how blithe the Throstle sings! He, too, is no mean preacher: Come forth into the light of things, Let nature be your teacher. 5 10 Sweet is the love which nature brings; Our meddling intellect Mis-shapes the beauteous forms of things 20 25 Close up these barren leaves; Come forth, and bring with you a heart That watches and receives. 1 Bule XIII. cavaliers, and accompanied by Hernando de Talavera, bishop of Avila, proceeded to take possession of the Alhambra and the towers. 3. It had been stipulated in the capitulation, that the detachment sent for the purpose should not enter by the streets of the city. A road had, therefore, been opened outside of the walls, leading by the Puerta de los Molinos (or the Gate of the Mills) to the summit of the Hill of Martyrs, and across the hill to the postern-gate of the Alhambra. 4. When the detachment arrived at the summit of the hill, the Moorish king came forth from the gate, attended by a handful of cavaliers, leaving his vizier to deliver up the place. 5. "Go, senior," said he, to the commander of the detachment; "go and take possession of these fortresses which Allah has bestowed upon your powerful lord, in punishment of the sins of the Moors!" 6. He said no more, but passed mournfully on, along by the same road by which the Spanish cavaliers had come, descending to the vega, to meet the catholic sovereigns. 7. The troops entered the Alhambra, the gates of which were wide open, and all its splendid courts and halls silent and deserted. In the mean time the Christian court and army poured out of the city of Santa Fe, and advanced across the vega. 8. The king and queen, with the prince and princesses, and the dignitaries and ladies of the court, took the lead accompanied by the different orders of monks and friars, and surrounded by the royal guards, splendidly arrayed. 9. The procession moved slowly forward, and paused at the village of Armilla, at a distance of half a league from the city. 10. The sovereigns waited here with impatience, their eyes1 fixed on the lofty tower of the Alhambra, watching for the appointed signal of possession. 11. The time that had elapsed since the departure of the detachment, seemed to them more than necessary for the purpose; and the anxious mind of Ferdinand began to entertain doubts of some commotion in the city. 12. At length they saw the silver cross, the great standard of this crusade, elevated on the Torre de la Vela, or great watch-tower, and sparkling in the sunbeams. This was done by Hernando de Talavera, bishop of Avila. 13. Beside it was planted the pennon of the glorious apostle St. James; and a great shout of "Santiago! Santiago!" rose throughout the army. Lastly was reared the royal standard, by the king of arms; with the shout of "Castile! Castile! For king Ferdinand and Queen Isabella!" 14. The words were echoed by the whole army, with acclamations that resounded across the vega. CHAPTER IV. THE TALE OF AN INDIAN MAID. There was a maid, [BRYANT.] The fairest of the Indian maids, bright-eyed, Incestuous, and she struggled hard and long She went To weep where no eye saw, and was not found The keen eyed Indian dames Would whisper to each other, as they saw 5 10 A playmate of her young and innocent years, She poured her griefs. Thou knowest, and thou alone, She said, for I have told thee, all my love, 15 And guilt, and sorrow. I am sick of life. In dreams my mother from the land of souls, 1 Rule X. 20 25 30 |