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V. THE MOOBISH Exu . 173

VI. THm Guzn. CmHE . .. 201

No. I.


THERE is a city in the south of Spain, which, in
the glowing language of the East, has been com-
pared to "an enamelled vase, sparkling with dia-
monds and emeralds." It is the beautiful city of
Granada. Seated on a hill at the foot of the
Sierra Nevada mountains, with the celebrated vega,
or plain, spread out before it in rich loveliness to
a circumference of thirty-seven leagues, Granada
was long the capital city, as it was the pride and
delight, of its Moorish possessors. The houses,
rising one above another on the slope of the hill,
and the gardens, refreshed by fountains, and bloom-
ing with the orange, citron, and pomegranate pre-
sented a most pleasing appearance of mingled city
and grove. On the summit of one of the hills was


erected the royal fortress or palace of the Alham-
bra, capable of containing forty thousand men
within its towers. This magnificent building, the
ruins of which, to this day, fill the mind of the
traveller with astonishment and delight, was the
residence of the Moorish kings. Its graceful por-
ticos and gilded domes; its lofty halls and re-
freshing fountains; its marble pillars; its walls
and ceilings all beautifully coloured in gay and
variegated patterns-rendered the Alhambra a fit
palace for a mighty monarch. Surrounding the city
was a high wall, nine miles in circuit, with twelve
gates; and well fortified with more than a thou-
sand towers. But the glory of the beautiful city
of Granada was its vega. Well watered and richly
cultivated, clothed with orchards and vineyards,
and fields of waving grain, the air pure, and the
sky serene-the Moors termed it the paradise of
Spain." The silver windings of the river Xenil,
diverted into a thousand rills and streams and
sparkling fountains, refreshed it. The orange, the
citron, the fig, the pomegranate, the vine, and the
mulberry grew in luxuriance. Flowers sprang up
in rich profusion, and in the groves was heard the
perpetual song of the nightingale. It was no


wonder that the Moors thought it a vast garden
of delight," as it lay stretched out before their
city, and that they felt proud of its wonderful
prosperity and loveliness. And while other towns
in Spain were panting with the sultry heat of sum-
mer, the most salubrious mountain breezes played
through the marble halls of Granada; and whilst
in other places the land thirsted for water, here
were running streams and sparkling fountains in
abundance. Well might the Moors look with
fond admiration on their beautiful city, and its
fertile vega!

At the time I speak of, which was in the year
1491, a large and valiant army surrounded the walls
of Granada. Ferdinand and Isabella, King and
Queen of Spain, determined to take possession of
the Moorish capital; and the Moors resolved to
defend their beloved city to the last extremity.
One hundred thousand brave men, under their
king Abdallah, assembled, sword in hand, within
its walls and fortresses. Already had the siege
lasted some months; and many bold actions and gal-
lant exploits had been performed on both sides.
The Christian camp presented a striking scene.


Not only had King Ferdinand come in person to
the siege of Granada, but Queen Isabella, Prince
John, the Infantas, and a train of knights and
ladies, had accompanied him. But it was a well-
ordered court; and the presence of their excellent
and beloved queen infused ardour into the hearts
of the besiegers. Knight and lady, sovereign and
soldier, all were intent on one object-the capture
of Granada.

In a tent which commanded a view of the royal
city and its dark olive groves, there sat a Spanish
lady-the Marchioness of Moya, Queen Isabella's
earliest and most beloved friend. By her side
stood her son Pedro, his dark eyes flashing with de-
light, as he gazed on the lovely scene before him.
It is, indeed, a beautiful city !" again exclaimed
the boy; "no wonder the Moors defend -it so
vigorously! It is well worth being fought for.
O mother! I wish I were old enough to win it
for our king !"
Ah, my boy the time will come all too soon
when you will wield a sword," replied the Mar-
chioness, sadly smiling; "but do you know, Pedro,
why I summoned you from Toledo ?"


I do not, mother," answered Pedro; then with
a bright smile, he added, "all I know is, that I
was well pleased to obey the summons. I had
heard so much of the wars in Granada, and I wished
earnestly to behold the far-famed city. It sur-
passes my expectations! Were I a Moor, I would
defend it with my life! But did you not send
for me that I might learn the art of war, dear
mother ?"
"That, of course, will be part of your educa-
tion, my son; but I hope you will engage in more
useful studies also."
"More useful, dearest mother!" exclaimed
Pedro, "how can that be ? What can be more
useful than to learn to be a great soldier?"
"It is well to be a brave and skilful knight,"
replied the Marchioness; "but something more
than that is necessary, if you would become a good
and great man. The mind must be informed, and
the heart cultivated. When this war is over-
which we trust will be ere long-you should be
prepared for the blessings of peace. The queen
is of opinion that the young nobility have too much
neglected all studies but the study of war. She
manifests deep anxiety that Prince John, her only


son, who is about your own age, should receive
such an education as will form his character, and
fit him for his exalted station. Earnestly desirous
that her children should be well instructed, her
next care is for the sons of the nobility; and she
purposes having a school opened for their instruc-
tion, under the direction of the learned Peter
"Am I to attend it ?" asked Pedro.
No, my son. Queen Isabella is desirous that
ten sons of the nobility should be educated with
Prince John, that thus he may have the advantages
of a public and private education combined. They
will live in the palace: five of them are to be older
than the prince, and five about his own age, and
the queen has graciously chosen you as one of the
"She is good: I know Prince John is both
clever and amiable; but who are to be my other
companions, dear mother ?"
"Your friend, and the queen's near kinsman,
the young Duke of Guimaraens; the king's
nephew, and others."
Oh, I am glad of that !" replied Pedro. I like
Guimaraens, because he is so merry and good-


natured. I am afraid I am rather ignorant, my
dear mother; for though I have heard enough of
the wars in Granada, yet I do not understand how
the Moors came to get possession of this beautiful
province. Can you tell me ?"
The Moors came over from Africa more than
seven hundred years ago, conquered King Roderic,
the last of the Goths, and took possession of the
whole country, with the exception of a small
portion of the rugged north, which they did not
think worth having. They built Cordova, and
made it their capital city. And as the Koran
commands them to wash very often, Cordova has
no fewer than nine thousand baths."
"Yes, I know that the Koran is their sacred
book, and that they are governed by its laws.
And did they not build a fine mosque at Cordova
also ?"
"A very magnificent one. The roof, which is
of curiously carved scented wood, is supported by
more than a thousand pillars of variegated marble;
and the aisles are illuminated by more than four
thousand lamps. The palaces, streets, gardens,
and public edifices of Cordova, extend to the length
of twenty-four miles on the banks of the Gua-


dalquiver. The Moors combine great luxury and
magnificence in their houses. They are a very
clever people, too, and have taught us much that
we did not know before."
"But they are infidels, mother, and I hate
Oh, Pedro! you should hate no one. Be
thankful that you are a Christian, but hate not the
followers of Mahomet. Our Master has told us to
love our enemies; and while we grieve over the
infidelity of the Mahometan, we should show forth
the graces of Christianity."
Did not the Christians of Spain try to get rid
of the Moors ?"
"Yes; after a time they made war upon the
Moors, and endeavoured to drive them out of
the country. This, however, they were not able
to do. Many a brave Christian knight fell in the
struggle-fighting for his land.
"The stars looked down on the battle plain,
Where night winds were deeply sighing;
And with shattered lance, near his war-steed slain,
Lay a youthful chieftain dying.
He had folded round his gallant breast
The banner once o'er him streaming,
For a noble shroud, as he sunk to rest,
On the couch that knows no dreaming.


Sadly he lay on his broken shield,
By the rushing Guadalquiver;
While dark with the blood of his last red field
Swept on the majestic river.
There were hands which came to bind his wound,
There were eyes o'er the warrior weeping;
But he raised his head from the dewy ground,
Where the land's high hearts were sleeping.
And, Away,' he cried,' your aid is vain,
My soul may not brook recalling;
I have seen the stately flower of Spain,
Like the autumn vine leaves falling.
'I have seen the Moorish banners wave
O'er the halls where my youth was cherished;
I have drawn a sword that could not save I
I have stood where my king hath perished I
'Leave me to die with the free and brave,
On the banks of mine own bright river;
Ye can give me naught but a warrior's grave,
By the chainless Guadalquiver.'"
"By degrees, Spain was divided into two parts;
the north belonged to the Christians, and the rich
and fertile south to the Moors. There were four
Christian kingdoms-Leon, Castile, Navarre, and
And now there is but one, because King Fer-
dinand of Arragon married Queen Isabella of
Castile. So if we conquer the Moors, we shall
have one king and queen of all Spain. That will
be glorious! But, mamma, you have not told me


anything of that famous knight, the Cid, Don
Rodrigo ?"
That celebrated hero lived about four hundred
years ago," replied the Marchioness, and fought
no less than seventy-two battles with the Moors.
He has passed away; but the name of the renowned
Cid, Don Rodrigo, will long be remembered in
Then this kingdom of Granada is all that the
Moors possess now?" asked Pedro.
It is; and that will soon be taken from them.
When Ferdinand and Isabella came to the throne,
they sent to the Moorish King of Granada for the
annual tribute that it had been the custom to pay.
'Tell your sovereigns,' was the haughty reply of
the Moor, that the Kings of Granada who used to
pay tribute in money to the Castilian crown, are
dead. Our mint at present coins nothing but
blades of scimitars, and heads of lances.' Accord-
ingly, our sovereigns made war upon Granada, and
have taken many important towns."
"Mamma, what was the town that the Marquis
of Cadiz took?"
Alhama-so important a place as to be termed
'the key of Granada.'"


I think Don Rodrigo Ponce de Leon almost
equals the Cid," observed Pedro; he is so valiant
a knight! Mamma, I hope I shall grow up to be
as brave and generous as Don Rodrigo Ponce de
Leon, Marquis of Cadiz."
"You like to give him his full title, however,
Pedro," said the Marchioness, smiling. He is
quite your hero, I suppose."
He is such a gallant knight, and so loyal!"
replied the boy. King Ferdinand must be very
proud of him."
He is in great favour with the king and queen,
and deserves to be so. The taking of Alhama has
added to his high renown. It was a daring and
chivalrous deed!"
"Was there not an attempt to assassinate the
king and queen when they were besieging Malaga?"
said Pedro.
Yes; a Moor being taken prisoner was brought
before the Marquis of Cadiz, when he told him he
had some important disclosures to make to the
king. He was taken to the royal tent; but the
king being asleep-for it was in the heat of the
day-the queen would not have him disturbed.
The Moor was accordingly desired to wait in an


adjoining tent, in which sat a lady of rank, in con-
versation with a Spanish noble. From their high
bearing and rich attire, the Moor concluded they
were the sovereigns. His dark eyes glanced at
them from beneath his turban for a moment, and
then suddenly drawing a dagger from the folds of
his mantle, he darted on Don Alvaro, and gave
him a deep wound in the head; then turning like
lightning on the lady, he struck at her also.
Fortunately, the heavy embroidery of her robes
caused the sharp blade to glance aside, and she
sustained no injury. Summonedby her screams, the
attendants rushed in, before the Moor could repeat
the blow. He fell pierced with a hundred wounds."
How thankful the king and queen must have
been for their escape!" said Pedro; but who
was the lady, my dear mother?"
One, my son, who would willingly risk her
life for her royal and indulgent mistress."
It was yourself, mamma! I see it was your-
self!" exclaimed the boy. Oh! how thankful
am I for your escape! Queen Isabella must love
you more than ever now. I am told she calls you
by the endearing title of daughter marchioness;'
is it so?"


It is, Pedro; my gracious mistress has ever
treated me with affection and regard. She well
deserves the love of all her subjects, for her many
amiable and excellent qualities; but she has my
deepest and truest affection."
Was Malaga taken, mamma?"
Yes, after a long siege. The king and queen
made a triumphal procession into the city, and the
banners of Christian Spain waved from those
towers where the crescent had been displayed for
an uninterrupted period of eight hundred years;
but alas! we witnessed sad scenes, such as drew
tears from all eyes. Christian captives were res-
cued from the dungeons of Malaga, some of whom
had lingered there ten or fifteen years. Many
were youths of noble birth, whose parents were
not aware of their melancholy fate. Queen Isa-
bella wept at the sight, and endeavoured in every
way to relieve their sufferings. She has a kind and
compassionate heart. A great and wise queen; she
is at the same time a good and gentle woman."
Pray tell me something more of her, my dear
mother," said Pedro. I like to hear of a wise
queen; for I used to think only men were fit
to govern kingdoms."


The Marchioness smiled. I will give you an
instance of our queen's presence of mind," she
said, and you shall judge if she be'not fit to
govern. Your father, the marquis, had been
appointed alcayde, or governor, of Segovia, when
the inhabitants, taking offence at some of his mea-
sures, and led on by people who were jealous of
him, took advantage of his absence, to rise up
against his authority, and even gained possession
of the outworks of the citadel. Queen Isabella,
on receiving tidings of this insurrection, imme-
diately mounted her horse, and accompanied by
some of the court, proceeded in all haste to
Segovia. I was in attendance on my royal mis-
tress. At a short distance from the city, a depu-
tation of the inhabitants met us, requesting the
queen to leave behind her the Count of Benavente
and myself, as being the friend and the wife of
the governor, they could not answer for the conse-
quences if we entered the city. Isabella haughtily
replied, Sirs, I am the Queen of Castile,-one
little used to receive conditions from rebellious
subjects. The city of Segovia is mine, by right of
inheritance; and I look for its dutiful obedience.
Move on, my lords.' We soon entered the city,


and the citadel. But the populace rose up in
greater numbers than before; and violent, and
dissatisfied, cried with loud shouts, Death to the
alcayde! attack the castle!"'
Was the queen alarmed?"
"She did not show any fear, whatever she
might have felt. Some of the royal party were,
however, much terrified at the tumult, and en-
treated the queen to have the gates of the citadel
thoroughly secured, as the only mode of defence
against the infuriated mob. Remain quietly
here, and fear not,' was her calm reply; while she
herself descended into the courtyard, and ordered
the gates to be thrown wide open for the admission
of the people. I was not far from her, and could
not sufficiently admire her queen-like dignity and
self-possession, as the populace poured in. In.firm
yet gentle tones, she demanded the cause of the
insurrection. Tell me what your grievances are,'
she said, and I will do all in my power to redress
them, for I am sure that what is for your interest
must be also for mine, and for that of the whole city.'
The insurgents, abashed by the unexpected pre-
sence of their sovereign, as well as by her cool
and dignified demeanour, replied, All we desire


is, the removal of the Marquis of Moya from his
government of the city.' He is deposed already,'
answered the queen, and you have my authority
to turn out such of his officers as are still in the
castle, which I shall entrust to one of my own ser-
vants on whom I can rely.' The people, pacified by
these assurances, shouted 'Long live the Queen!'
and eagerly hastened to obey her mandates."
But was that just, to depose my father for the
idle clamours of a mob?" asked Pedro, rather in-
Wait till you hear the end of my story, my
son," replied the Marchioness. Queen Isabella,
having thus quieted the people, proceeded with
her retinue to the royal residence in the city,
attended by the fickle multitude, whom she again
addressed in these words:-' Return to your voca-
tions, my people; this is no time for calm inquiry.
If you will send three or four of your number here
on the morrow, to report the extent of your griev-
ances, I will examine into the affair, and render
justice to all parties.' The mob again shouted,
' Long live Queen Isabella I' and dispersed in good
humour. After a careful and candid examination,
Isabella having ascertained the charges brought


against the marquis to be groundless, and raised
through the jealousy of his enemies, reinstated him
in the full possession of all his dignities, and no fur-
ther disturbance took place. Thus by her presence
of mind, an affair, which at the outset threatened
disastrous consequences, was settled without blood-
shed, or compromise of the royal dignity."
Oh, mamma! that was conduct worthy of a
Queen of Castile!" exclaimed Pedro, 'Long live
Queen Isabella!'"
See, Pedro I there is your hero, Don Rodrigo
Ponce de Leon, Marquis of Cadiz, and conqueror
of Alhama," said the marchioness, with a smile,-
"there-riding on a spirited bay horse, near a
scarlet tent-he is going towards the city to view
the defences."
Pedro gazed intently at the soldier-like figure
in the distance, of whose great exploits he had
heard so much, till his mother called him to go and
pay his duty to the queen.

As the great army lay encamped before Granada,
numerous combats took place'between the Spanish
and Moorish cavaliers. They met on the level
plain as on a tilting ground, and displayed their


prowess in the presence of the assembled beauty
and chivalry of their respective nations. On one
occasion a Christian knight, having with a handful
of men put to flight a much superior body of
Moorish cavaliers, the King of Granada testified
his admiration of his valour by sending him on the
following day a magnificent present, together with
his own sword superbly mounted.
Queen Isabella was the soul of the war in
Granada. She superintended the military pre-
parations, and personally inspected every part of
the encampment. The day after his arrival Pedro
saw this beautiful queen with a demeanour at once
gentle and dignified, as she rode out to review her
troops. Superbly mounted, and dressed in com-
plete armour, she gave her directions as one who
knew the art of war, and administered words of
commendation or sympathy suited to the condition
of the soldier. She was much beloved by her
army; and to deserve her approbation was the aim
of every warrior there.
A day or two afterwards an alarming accident
occurred. The queen was lodged in a grand
pavilion belonging to the Marquis of Cadiz. One
night, through the carelessness of an attendant, a


lamp was placed in such a situation, that, owing to
a gust of wind, it set fire to the loose drapery of
the pavilion, which was instantly in a blaze. The
flames communicated with fearful rapidity to the
neighboring tents, and the whole camp was me-
naced with destruction. The queen and her chil-
dren were in great danger, and escaped with
difficulty, though fortunately without injury. The
trumpets sounded, and there was a general alarm.
Some thought it was a night attack of the enemy;
and King Ferdinand, snatching up his arms, put
himself at the head of his troops. He, however,
soon ascertained the nature of the disaster, and
contented himself with posting the Marquis of
Cadiz, with a strong body of horse, to repel any
sally the Moors might be inclined to make in the
confusion. The fire was at length happily extin-
guished, but not without the loss of much valuable
property in jewels, plate, brocade, and other costly
decorations in the tents of the nobility.
To guard against a similar disaster, the Spanish
sovereigns determined to build a strong town on
the place of the present encampment. The soldiers
all set to work immediately, and in less than three
months this stupendous task was accomplished!

When completed, the whole army was desirous
that the new city should bear the name of their
illustrious queen; but Isabella modestly declined
this tribute, and bestowed on the place the title of
" Santa F6," in token of her own and her people's
trust in Divine Providence.
Now, when the Moors beheld a strong town
rise up before their capital city, they felt that
there was no hope for them; for they saw what a
determined enemy they had to deal with. "Alas!
our fate is sealed!" cried King Abdallah; they
have set foot on our land, never to leave it more!
Beautiful Granada, thy doom is fixed the light of
the Alhambra is set for ever!"
Mortified and miserable, the unfortunate monarch,
convinced that it was useless to resist any longer,
entered into a treaty with Ferdinand for the sure
render of the city; and, after a siege of eight
Months, Granada submitted to her conquerors.

On the 2nd of January, 1402, the whole Christian
camp exhibited a scene of extraordinary animation
and joy. Ferdinand and Isabella were about to
.take possession of the city they had besieged #p
long. Pedro, mounted on a beautiful little pony,


accompanying Prince John, viewed the stirring
scene with boyish wonder and delight. The sove-
reigns and their court were in gay and magnifcent
attire;-King Ferdinand, surrounded by his nobles,
with their stately retinues, glittering in gorgeous
coats- of mail, and proudly displaying the armorial
bearings of their ancient houses; and Queen Isa-
bella further in the rear, attended by the beauty and
chivalry of Spain. The Grand Cardinal Mendosa
had been sent forward at the head of a large de-
tachment to occupy the Alhambra, preparatory to
the entrance of the sovereigns. As Ferdinand
waited till this was done, on the. banks of the
Xenil, the Moorish king approached with a train
of fifty cavaliers. He was about to dismount and
salute the victorious monarch's hand, by way of
homage, when Ferdinand hastily prevented him,
and embraced him with every mark of sympathy
and regard. Abdallah then delivered up the keys
of the Alhambra to his conqueror, saying, They
are thine, 0 king, since Allah so decrees it; use
thy success with clemency and moderation." Fer-
dinand would have endeavoured to console the un-
fortunate prince, but he moved on with dejected
looks to the spot occupied by Isabella; and, after

similar acts of obeisance, rode slowly on with his
little band of followers. He had gone from his be-
loved and beautiful home never more to return to it!
In the meantime the sovereigns waited with im-
patience for the signal that the Cardinal had
occupied the city. And soon the large silver cross,
borne by Ferdinand throughout the war, was seen
sparkling in the sunbeams; while the royal stand-
ards waved triumphantly from the red towers of
the stately Alhambra. At this glorious and long
desired spectacle, the whole army, penetrated with
deep emotion, fell on their knees in grateful thanks-
giving to God, while the solemn chant of the Te
Deum burst forth from every lip. They rejoiced
at this triumph of the Cross over the Crescent,-
of the Christian over the Infidel.
But they were mistaken in their views. Chris-
tianity is a religion of love. Its doctrines are not
to be taught by the sword and violence; its con-
quests are not made by war and bloodshed. Our
Divine Master pronounced the meek" and the
peacemakers" blessed;" and the true Christian
who indeed desires to see the banner of the Cross
unfurled throughout the world, will endeavour to
imitate Christ in all things.


At the time of which I am writing, people had
not the light of the glorious gospel to guide them,
as we have; it was hidden under a cloud; and
Christians in those days thought they did right in
taking up arms against the infidels. Queen Isa-
bella thought so; and when the city of Granada
was taken, she considered that she had accomplished
a great and good deed, which would further the
cause of Christianity.

To return to our story. When their joy was a
little abated, the grandees all came forward, and,
kneeling down before the queen, saluted her hand
in token of homage to her as sovereign of Granada.
The procession then advanced towards the city,
the king and queen in the midst, arrayed with royal
splendour, and followed by a long train of gallant
knights and noble ladies. The trumpets sounded,
the banners waved, and, amidst the rejoicings of
their people, Ferdinand and Isabella took posses-
sion of the royal palace of the Alhambra.
In the meantime the Moorish king, pursuing
his way, reached a rocky eminence which com-
manded a view of Granada. He checked his horse
to take a farewell look of the city he so loved.


Never had it appeared so beautiful in his eyes.
Each tower and minaret glistened in the sun, while
the proud Alhambra rose conspicuous above all.
The enamelled vega lay spread out below, and the
silver windings of the Xenil were clearly seen.
As the eyes of the exiled prince wandered for the
last time over this scene of his departed greatness,
a peal of artillery, faintly heard, told him that the
city was taken possession of, and the throne of the
Moslem kings lost for ever. The unhappy Abdallah
burst into tears. His mother indignantlyreproached
him for his weakness. You do well," she said,
" to weep like a woman for what you could not
defend like a man!" Alas! alas! replied the
unfortunate monarch, when were woes ever equal
to mine! The scene of this event is still pointed
out to the traveller, and the rocky height from
which King Abdallah took a sad farewell of his
princely halls, is commemorated by the title of
" The last sigh of the Moor."

"There was crying in Granada, when the Ann was going down,
Some calling on the Trinity,-some calling on Mahoun;
Here pass'd away the Koran-there, in the Cross was borne,
And here was heard the Christian bell-and there the Moorish


Te Deum Leadamus I was up the Aesla song;
Down from th' Ahambra's minarets were all the creente lung;
The arms thereon of Arragon they with Castile display;
One king comes in in triumph-one weeping goes away.
SThus cried the weeper, while his hands his beard did tear,
Farewell I farewell I Granada I thou city without peer I
Woee woe I thou pride of Heathendom I seven hundred yeks
and more
Have gone since first the faithful thy royal eeptre bore I
'* ]o reverence can he claim theking that such land hath lost-
On charger never can he ride, nor lead th' embattled holt;
But in some dark and dismal place, where none his &e may ee,
There, weeping and lamenting, alone that king should be I'
Thus spake Graiada's king, as he as riding to the ea,
About to eo Gibraltar's Straits awy to sarbery."

After the taking of Granada, Prince John and
his young companions applied more diligently to
their studies, and rapidly improved under their
able masters. They were taught that war was not
the business of life, and though hitherto their heads
had been full of knightly prowess and military
adventure, yet now that the conquest of Granada
was complete, they began to take pleasure in
various branches of useful knowledge. The abilities
of the prince were great; and his character .was
most amiable. Pedro became much attached to


him, while he enjoyed also many a merry laugh
with his young friend, the Duke of Guimaraens.

He was sitting one day with the Marchioness
in one of the stately halls of the Alhambra, in the
middle of which played a sparkling fountain, when
he exclaimed, Well, I cannot help pitying the
Moors a little for losing such a beautiful palace as
this! But Queen Isabella well deserves it. If it
had not been for her patience and perseverance, I
suppose we should never have taken Granada."
Perseverance is a grand thing, Pedro," replied
his mother. I have been talking this morning
with one who possesses it in a great degree, and
who is likely, in my opinion, to do things far sur-
passing the taking of Granada."
"Have you, dearest mother ?-who is it?"
One who will immortalize his name, if I am
not mistaken. Did you notice a tall majestic-
looking man with the court yesterday ?"
"I did," said Pedro; "he had a thoughtful brow,
and the queen paid him some attention."
That man has a great project in his head, my
son. He is a sailor, and of no mean ability. He
thinks that beyond the great Atlantic Ocean there


must be land, and that that land must be the
eastern shore of Asia. Bold and enterprising in
no common degree, he wishes to cross the stormy
ocean, and ascertain whether his conjecture be
That would be a wonderful discovery, indeed I"
exclaimed Pedro. How I should like to go
with him, mamma! Do you think he will really
venture ?"
"He is most anxious to do so; but he has
many difficulties to surmount. For years he has
been waiting to have his wishes granted. He
applied to the King of Portugal for ships and
means to undertake the expedition, but the king
declined assisting him. Our own king he has also
solicited for help, but in vain; and he is now again
at court, entreating the sovereigns to consider
favourably of his proposition."
But, my dear mother, the land that he might
discover would belong to King Ferdinand, and
that would repay him for fitting out an expe-
"The king thinks the scheme wild and imprac-
ticable, and therefore looks coldly upon it. The
queen is more favourably inclined, as she thinks


Columbus a man of genius and talents; but his
proposals have not been agreed to, and I regret to
say that he is about to leave Granada, again dis-
Oh! why did not you speak for him to the
queen, mamma ? She is very fond of you."
"I have pleaded his cause warmly, my boy;
and two or three others have done the same. Our
noble and generous queen listens attentively to all
our arguments, but there are those at court who
ridicule the scheme, and turn the king's mind
against a man so much more clever than them.
"What did you say was his name, mamma ?"
"Christopher Columbus.. He is a native of
And do you think, as he has again been disap-
pointed, that he will give up his project?"
"No; I think he has too much perseverance.
He was dining the other day with some who were
ridiculing his scheme, and telling him that it was
an impossibility. 'Can any of you make that egg
stand upright or is that also an impossibility ?'
said he. One after another tried to make the egg
stand-in vain. It cannot be done,' they said.


Columbus took the egg, and setting it with some
force on the table, so as to break the shell a little,
made it stand. He then quietly observed, 'Nothing
is an impossibility, if we are determined to ac-
complish it.' And I think that he will eventually
accomplish his great undertaking."

Some months passed away, during which the
Marchioness of Moya, and one or two more, who
were friendly to the Genoese navigator, and thought
favourably of his plan, often pleaded with Queen
Isabella for him. The subject was discussed in
every point of view; and the wise and benevolent
Isabella began to see that the scheme was not so
impracticable and absurd as it had at first appeared,
Columbus was recalled to Granada.

"Is it true, dearest mother, that Columbus has
gained the kings. consent at last?" exclaimed
Pedro, as he hastily entered his mother's apart
ment. "Is he really going to cr9w the story
Atlantic ?"
Yes, Pedro; hie.perseverance has prevailed at
last! Weary of delay, he was just about to carry
his proposals to the court of France, when the


king and queen sent for him. And even now,
since he returned, the plan was nearly given up.
For Columbus stipulates that he shall be appointed
admiral over the lands he may discover. This is
considered great presumption on his part, and he
once more turned his back on the Spanish court.
But we represented to the queen that, should he
discover countries for Spain, he would be well
worthy of the title; and should he be unsuccessful,
there would be no title to give. This argument had
some weight, and at length the royal consent was
given, to the inexpressible joy of Columbus."
"I am very glad," said Pedro. "You have
always said, mamma, that perseverance overcomes
at last."
"It does, Pedro. With scarcely a heart to
cheer, or a hand to help him,-his scheme ridi-
culed and opposed-and meeting with every species
of mortification and difficulty, Columbus has pa-
tiently persevered, and has at length triumphed over
every obstacle. I cannot sufficiently admire his
wonderful energy of mind and unyielding spirit."
"I suppose the expedition will cost a little
money?" said Pedro.
"Certainly; but the king's consent being given,


my royal mistress has obeyed the natural impulses
of her own noble and generous heart. I will
assume the undertaking,' she said, 'for my own
crown of Castile; and I am ready to pawn my
jewels to pay the expenses of it, if the funds in
the treasury shall not be found sufficient.' Three
vessels are ordered to be fitted out for the service,
and ere long Columbus hopes to be at sea."
But it will be a perilous voyage, mamma! I
have heard that many think that when once fairly
out on that great ocean, the sailors will find no
bound to it, and, being unable to discover land, or
to retrace their way home, will wander about the
waters till they perish!"
The Marchioness smiled, "Such, I'am aware, is
the opinion which some hold," she replied, "but
I think it a foolish one. Columbus is convinced
that he shall find land on the opposite side of the
Atlantic; and he has considered the subject calmly
for years. I have no doubt myself that he will be
successful, should he escape shipwreck; but there
are very few who think as I do. It surprises me
much that so very little interest is felt in the ex-
pedition. King Ferdinand himself seems to think
it will end in nothing but disaster."


"Well, dear mamma, if Columbus meet with
success, I think you will have been one cause of
it; you have pleaded for him so well with the
queen. She ever listens to you."
"She did not consent, though, to the project,
till she herself saw that there was some likelihood
of its being a successful one. Queen Isabella is
not led by any one; she uses her own clear
judgment and sound sense."
You are much attached to her, dear mamma ?"
"I have reason to be so, my son. She is a wise
and great queen, a dutiful and loving daughter, a
tender mother, a most affectionate wife, and a true
and faithful friend.' It is no wonder that she is
so beloved. By her condescending and captivating
deportment, by her dignity, gentleness, and kind-
ness of heart, by her care for the welfare of all
classes of her subjects, she has gained an as-
cendency over her people, which no King of
Castile could ever boast."

On a lovely morning in the month of August,
1492, the little port of Palos, in Andalusia, was a
scene of universal bustle. People were hurrying
hither and thither, their countenances wearing


different expressions of doubt, curiosity, anxiety,
and fear. Columbus and his crews, consisting
altogether of one hundred and twenty men, were
about to sail. There was no joy visible on the
occasion. The spectators gazed with a kind of
superstitious awe at the three vessels in the harbour,
whilst the sailors seemed half unwilling to venture
on the expedition.
"No good will come of that," said one old man
to another, as he stood on the cliff, and viewed
the preparations for departure; "it's tempting
Providence to go on such a wild scheme. Those
poor fellows will never see home again."
And there is my son on board! foolish boy! he
would go. They will wander over the stormy
waters, seeing nothing but sea and sky, till they
are drowned or starved to death. It is very as-
tonishing that men will venture their lives on such
a mad project."
And yet the Genoese captain is full of hope
that he shall find land."
Find land! he must be out of his mind, neigh-
bour. He will never see land again; that's mybelief."

The anchors were weighed, the sails set, and

the intrepid navigator, on whose scheme so much
ridicule had been cast, boldly launched forth on
that wide waste of waters where no sail had ever
been spread before.
The vessels were gazed at till out of sight, and
then those who had relatives and friends on board
sorrowfully returned to their homes, convinced
that they should never behold them again.

A few days after the departure of Christopher
Columbus, the Marquis of Cadiz died at his palace
in Seville. The king, the queen, and the whole
court, went into mourning for him, for he was
"a much loved cavalier," esteemed, like the Cid
of old, both by friend and foe.
He struck the first stroke in the war by the
surprise of Alhama," said the Marchioness of
Moya, in answer to the inquiries of her son.
A valiant knight was Roderigo Ponce de Leon !
No Moor dared to abide in that quarter of the
field where his banner was displayed. His body,
after lying.in state in his palace, with the trusty
sword by his side with which he had fought all his
battles, was borne in solitary procession by night
through the streets of Seville, and then laid in the


tomb of his ancestors. Ten Moorish banners wave
over his grave-they will ere long moulder into
dust; but the fame of the Marquis of Cadiz will
survive as long as valour, courtesy, and unble-
mished honour are esteemed in Spain."
Ah, mamma, that is true indeed !"
"And yet, Pedro," continued the Marchioness,
" there is one, whose name, if he prove successful,
will be remembered when that of the Marquis of
Cadiz is forgotten."
You mean Columbus, mamma. But you surely
would not call him-whatever the result of his
expedition may be-a greater man than the gallant
Marquis of Cadiz ?"
We will await his return before we call him
anything, my son. Should he prove successful, it
will be the triumph of a great mind over almost
insurmountable difficulties-a greater triumph
than any the brave Marquis ever achieved."

On Friday morning, the 15th of March, 1493,
the inhabitants of Palos were running in crowds to
the cliffs. A small vessel was seen entering the
harbour, and it was rumoured-though few could
believe it-that it was the vessel of Columbus.


But as it came steadily on, impelled by a light
breeze, the bright sun shining on the white sails,
doubt was changed into certainty, suspense into
It is! it is the Nina!" was the joyful cry.
" Welcome home, brave Columbus!"
The residents at Palos had long thought the
vessels lost, for, besides considering the expedition
most wild and hazardous, it had been one of the
most stormy and disastrous winters ever known.
And now the relatives and friends of those on
board hastened to the beach to be quite sure of
their safe return. When they saw them waving
their hands in congratulation, and at length, as the
vessel approached nearer, heard their shouts of
triumph, joy and astonishment were depicted in
every countenance. We have found a new world !"
exclaimed the sailors; we have gold and silver
in abundance! look here! see here!" and they
showed pieces of the precious metals, till the spec-
tators were lost in wonder and delight.
They landed-and as the successful Columbus
set foot on shore, all crowded round to welcome
him. Long life to the Admiral! Long live
Columbus!" were shouts heard from every lip.


There was a proud smile on the admiral's face;
for he remembered with what scorn his plan had
been treated by these very people a few months
before. But he had been successful; and he in-
formed them that, after a perilous voyage of some
thousand miles, he had discovered land; that he
had left a colony on one of the islands; and that
of the two other ships, one had been wrecked, and
one deserted him. The whole population then
accompanied the admiral and his crew to the prin-
cipal church in the place, where solemn thanks-
givings were offered up for their safe return.
Every bell in the town rang a joyous peal in
honour of the glorious event; and every respect
and attention that could be paid to the fortunate
discoverers, was gladly offered.
Sailors, in general, have a superstitious dread of
Friday; yet Columbus sailed on a Friday, dis-
covered land on a Friday, and re-entered the port
of Palos on a Friday.

But the successful navigator was desirous to pay
his respects to the sovereigns, to whose dominions
he had added a new world. In a short time he
commenced his journey to Barcelona. Accompa-


nied by several native islanders, who were decorated
with collars, necklaces, and bracelets of gold; and
taking with him herbs, quadrupeds, and birds of
gay plumage, all unknown in Europe; also gold
dust and lumps of gold, with rare and valuable
curiosities, Columbus's journey through Spain
resembled a triumphant procession. As he passed
through the cities, multitudes thronged to gaze on
the extraordinary spectacle, and the more extra-
ordinary man who had discovered a New World.
In Seville, every window, balcony, and house-
top was crowded with spectators; and receiving on
all sides joyful congratulations, Columbus at length
reached Barcelona, where the court was then
The blue waters of the Mediterranean sparkled
in the sunshine as Columbus approached this
handsome city. When the news spread through
the town that the admiral had arrived, the nobility
and cavaliers in attendance on the court, together
with the principal inhabitants, went to the gates
to receive him, and to escort him to the royal
presence. Conducted thus in honour through the
streets of the city, he arrived at the palace.
Ferdinand and Isabella were seated. with Prince


John, under a superb canopy of state, awaiting
the approach of the enterprising navigator.
Amongst the splendidly attired courtiers who
surrounded the throne, were the Marchioness of
Moya, and her son, Pedro. The glistening eye of
the former told how great was her exultation in
the admiral's success; while Pedro gazed with
deep admiration on the man who, in spite of every
difficulty and danger, had persevered, till he

It was a royal-looking pair that Columbus
advanced to greet. King Ferdinand was hand-
some and well-formed, and the queen universally
allowed to be eminently beautiful. Her fair com-
plexion, blue eyes, and auburn hair, were still
more pleasing from the singular sweetness and
intelligence of expression in her features.
Both bent their eager gaze on the daring and
successful mariner as he approached the throne;
and then rising, they extended their hands
for him to salute, and caused him to be seated
before them. This was a most distinguishing
mark of favour and condescension in the haughty
and ceremonious court of Castile. It was the


proudest moment in the life of Christopher Co-
lumbus,-for it was a homage to his powerful
Welcome to Spain, my Lord Admiral," said
Ferdinand, it gives us pleasure to receive you,
not only safe, but successful."
The admiral expressed his thanks for his sove-
reigns' gracious reception of him, while at the
same moment his keen glance discovered in the
courtly throng many who had ridiculed his scheme
and opposed his plans in every way. He then felt
the triumph of knowledge over ignorance of
energy and perseverance over apathy and indif-
ference-and he was satisfied.
We would hear of your adventures in these
unknown seas," said Queen Isabella, in a gentle
voice; methinks you must have much to relate.
You have been many weeks, as I understand, out
of the sight of land! Truly it is marvellous! God
alone protected you, sir."
Most true, gracious queen; He guided me
across the stormy ocean, and He has through many
perils brought me back in safety. To his Name
be all the praise !"
Isabella bowed her head in grateful devotion to


the Almighty, and then desired Columbus to
proceed with his recital.
"I have discovered land, my gracious sovereigns,"
said he, "which I have reason to believe is the
eastern shore of Asia, or the islands of the
Western Indies. They are many and fruitful.
One of large size I have named Hispaniola, in
honour of your kingdom, and have left a small
colony on it. These golden islands are rich and
fertile beyond expression. With a delicious cli-
mate, a most productive soil, hidden stores of
precious metal, trees and plants of large size and
great beauty, birds of splendid plumage, and fruits
in abundance, I consider them well worthy your
royal attention. The natives are a simple, in-
offensive, and grateful people, well fitted to re-
ceive the truths of Christianity. They gave me
to understand that there was a large country to the
south yet more rich in gold and silver than any
I had visited. But I waited not to make further
discoveries; I hastened home to inform you, my
gracious sovereigns, of the new and rich territories
you have acquired, and to solicit help to pursue
my researches."
That you shall certainly have, my Lord Ad-


miral," said King Ferdinand; while Isabella ex-
claimed, Oh, it will be a deed worthy of Spain,
to convert those poor people to the Christian faith!
Continue your account, sir; you have interested
us greatly."
As Columbus proceeded in the history of his
voyage and subsequent discoveries, which he gave
in an eloquent and glowing style, the king, the
queen, the prince, and the whole audience, listened
to every word he uttered with the deepest interest
and attention. When he ceased speaking, all
prostrated themselves on their knees in grateful
thanksgivings to God, while the solemn strains
of the Te Deum were poured forth by the choir
of the royal chapel, as in commemoration of some
glorious victory. The sovereigns then hastened to
bestow some marks of approbation on Columbus;
one of which was the permission to quarter the
royal arms from henceforth with his own. And
it 'was soon agreed that a second expedition was
to be fitted out, consisting of seventeen vessels,
and fifteen hundred men.

The success of Columbus was a subject of great
satisfaction and joy to the Marchioness of Moya


and her son Pedro, and they warmly congratulated
him on it. Pedro learnt a lesson of perseverance
under difficulties which he never forgot as long as
he lived.

But ere long, trouble came upon them. Prince
John, or, as he was styled, the Prince of Asturias,
such being the title of the eldest son of the king
of Spain, as he grew up to manhood, gave extra-
ordinary promise of mental and moral excellence.
Alike the joy of his parents and the pride of
Spain, he was beloved in no common degree, and
great were the hopes formed from his character.
But God's thoughts are not as our thoughts. It
pleased Him, in infinite wisdom, to cut short the
days of this promising young prince. He died
when he was only nineteen, after a short illness.
King Ferdinand was summoned to Salamanca by
an express, which informed him of the dangerous
illness of his son. Weep not for me, my father,"
said the dying prince, "I am quite prepared to
part with a world which in its best estate is but
vanity and vexation. All I desire is, that you,
Sire, and my beloved mother, may be as resigned
to the Divine will as I am."


It was a bitter trial to part with such a son,-
an only son; and great was the anguish of the
bereaved parents. But Queen Isabella received
the tidings in a spirit of meek and humble re-
signation, saying, as she took a last look at her
loved child, "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath
taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord."
Thus was laid low the hope of Spain. Never
was there a death which occasioned such deep and
general lamentation throughout the land. And not
long afterwards, Ferdinand and Isabella were called
upon to part with their eldest and much-loved
daughter, the Queen of Portugal, whose character
was a most amiable one. Of the two remaining
daughters, Catherine married Arthur, Prince of
Wales, eldest son of King Henry VII. of England,
and Joanna became the wife of the Archduke
Philip of Austria. The latter princess exhibited
at times so much weakness of intellect, as to be a
cause of great grief and anxiety to her parents.

From the age in which she lived, and from the
religion she professed, Queen Isabella's govern-
ment was not without great blemishes. Bigotry
SShe was afterwards married to, and divorced by, Henry VIII.


has thrown a shade over the beautiful character
of this illustrious queen. Zeal for the Roman
Catholic religion led her to establish the infamous
Inquisition, and to exile the Jews from Spain,-
a most cruel and unjust proceeding, and one which
the humane disposition of Isabella would never
have permitted had it not been for the counsels of
her confessor, who possessed a disastrous ascen-
dency over her mind. Had she asked counsel
from the Bible, and not from man, it would have
been better for her, and for her country.

Ferdinand and Isabella lie side by side in the
cathedral church of Granada.

No. II.


AT a window in the Alcazar, or royal palace of
Madrid, there stood one evening, a long time ago,
a young and handsome cavalier. His dress and
deportment betokened noble rank; but his coun-
tenance was sad and sorrowful, and as he gazed
into the gloomy courtyard below, a sigh and an ex-
pression of impatience passed his lips. "Always the
same!" he muttered; "no hope, no tidings! how long
is this to last? when, 0, when shall I be free?"
He paced the apartment with hasty steps, and
then again looked from the window. O," he
said, "that I were but once more out of this
gloomy place, and breathing the pure air of my
beloved country! Charles should bitterly repent
his ungenerous conduct. Weeks of tedious im-
prisonment have passed, and I am no nearer




freedom than before! But a horseman approaches
on that distant road! He comes in haste! he
must bring tidings! What may they be ?-he
surely comes to speak to me of liberty!"
With eager gaze the noble prisoner watched the
horseman's approach, and his dark eyes gleamed
with delight as he saw him dismount in the court-
yard, and perceived by his dress that he was a
messenger from the French court. In two minutes
more he was kneeling at the feet of the royal captive.
"Why, Antoine! good Antoine welcome to
Madrid!" exclaimed the prisoner, in accents of
joy. "You bring me tidings ?"
"My royal master! that I should see you
thus!" was all Antoine could say, as tears rolled
down his cheeks.
Aye, good servant; you little thought to live
to see the day when your king would be a captive
in the land of Spain. But it cannot last, Antoine;
it cannot last. Charles would not so dishonour him-
self as to keep me here longer. Rise, Antoine, and
tell me of my family. Are my children well ?"
"All are well, your Majesty. I bring you
despatches from the Regent Louisa, with many


The king hastily tore open the despatches, and
read them with deep interest. He remained in a
thoughtful attitude for some time, and then ex-
claimed, Alas for France! without a king, with-
out an army, without generals, without money,
and encompassed by a victorious and active enemy,
my country is on the brink of destruction!"
"The abilities of the Regent are very great,
Sire," respectfully observed Antoine. The
measures she has taken in this time of trouble
would do honour to the wisest politician."
How did she bear the disastrous tidings of our
defeat at Pavia?" asked the king.
"Great as the blow was, (and we all know the
depth of her maternal fondness for your Majesty,)
she roused herself after the first shock, in a manner
worthy the mother of King Francis the First. She
read aloud to her council the few and touching
words in which your Majesty announced to her the
result of the battle of Pavia, Madam, all is lost,
except our honour;' and then with energy ex-
claimed, that Bourbon and his master should not
long rejoice over that day's victory."
Ah, the traitor Bourbon !" said King Francis;
we have little cause to love him indeed! And,


Antoine, what was said in Paris concerning this
fatal battle of Pavia?"
What could be said, Sire, when we heard of
the heroic courage and gallantry which your
Majesty displayed there-of the numerous wounds
you received, of your horse being killed under you,
-what could be said, but that France was indeed
proud of her king, and her love for him increased
ten-fold ?"
But did France hear also of her bravest officers
rallying round their sovereign, and dying in his
defence ? Did she hear of her proud nobles
choosing rather to die sword in hand than to live
with dishonour? Such a sight might shame the
traitor Bourbon. Ten thousand brave men fell on
that battle-field, Antoine; and two weeks after
not a Frenchman was left in Italy I"
There was a pause. Antoine grieved to see the
master to whom he was most devotedly attached
so cast down with sorrow,-he, whose spirits had
always been so cheerful, whose heart had always
been so light! He feared that the confinement
was injuring his health, and, with an air of concern,
inquired "if he ever rode out ?"
"Yes," said the king, if riding it may be


called. I have a mule, on which I take the air
occasionally, surrounded by armed guards. We
go a few miles from this gloomy city, and then
return. Oh, that I were once mounted on my
good horse Bayard! and once had the start of
them! methinks Don Alargon would not long be
troubled with his prisoner."
Surely your Majesty will soon be free ?" said
"I do not understand the Emperor," replied
Francis. "After that fatal battle, I was desirous
that he should be at once informed of my mis-
fortunes, hoping much from his generosity and
sympathy. To hasten the delivery of the de.
spatches to him, I gave the messengers a passport
through France,-for he was here,-and waited
impatiently for their return."
And how did the Emperor receive the tidings
of his victory, Sire ?"
He uttered not one word expressive of exulta-
tion, or intemperate joy; but immediately retired
into the chapel, and offered up thanksgivings to
Heaven. On returning to the presence-chamber,
which was filled with the grandees and foreign
ambassadors, assembled to congratulate him, I am


told that he accepted their compliments with
modesty, lamented my misfortunes, and forbade
any public rejoicings on account of the victory, as
unbecoming in a war carried on amongst Christians.
But after this, what terms do you think he dared
to propose to me? That I should give up Bur-
gundy to him, and that my rebellious subject, the
traitor Bourbon, should be made King of Provence
and Dauphin These were conditions for a king
of France to submit to! No; far rather would
I remain a prisoner for the rest of my life than
gain my freedom on such dishonourable terms!"
Could the Emperor be in earnest when he
proposed such conditions to your Majesty ?" asked
Antoine, much surprised.
He doubtless was influenced by his ministers,"
replied the king; I think Charles is of too
generous and noble a nature to act thus of his own
will. I desired, therefore, a personal interview
with him, and offered to visit him here. The
galleys necessary to convey me to Spain were fur.
nished by myself. They bore me near the French
coast, Antoine, and I had a prospect of my own
dominions. But I was a captive king!"
A tear for a moment dimmed the unhappy


monarch's eye, as he thought of the land which he
loved so well;-after a pause, he added, We
landed at Barcelona, and came hither. Still the
Emperor, who is at Toledo, has not yet visited me.
I do not understand his delay; nor do I under-
stand the rigorous treatment to which I am
subjected. It is not conduct worthy of Charles.
Not for the wealth of France would I have acted
thus to a rival monarch!"

Such was, indeed, the case; Charles the Fifth
had now been several weeks in Toledo without
visiting his royal captive, though Francis solicited
an interview with the most pressing and submissive
importunity. This indignity, and the rigorous
restraints under which he was placed, made a deep
impression on the high-spirited prince. The
chivalrous Francis of France pined in his lonely
prison. A short time since,
Light was his footstep in tfe dance,
And firm his stirrup in the lists;"
but now his step was heavy, and his air was lan-
guid. He cared for no amusements; his natural
gaiety of temper forsook him he became melan-


choly and depressed, and at last fell dangerously ill.
The faithful Antoine nursed him with watchful
tenderness and care, much distressed at witnessing
his restless tossing on his sick-bed, and his con-
stant anxiety to see Charles. In the height of
his fever the unfortunate captive continually
complained of the unexpected and unprincely
rigour with which he had been treated. I am
about to die, 'good Antoine," he would say, and
Charles will have the satisfaction of hearing of my
death, since he has not deigned to see my face.
Why does he not come ? Antoine, I must see him.
Surely, he will visit me now; but no--there is no
hope-I shall die his prisoner! "
-These lamentations grieved Antoine greatly;
and the physicians at last informed the emperor
that they saw no hope of the French king's recovery,
unless he were gratified with regard to that point
on which he seemed to be so strongly bent.
He must not die," said Charles to his ministers,
on hearing this; we gain nothing by his death.
I will visit him at once."
But your Majesty surely will not visit the
French monarch unless you intend to give him his
freedom," observed the Chancellor; what will be


said if you give the royal prisoner that mark of
sympathy and attention from motives of avarice or
ambition, when humanity and generosity have
pleaded so long in vain ? "
I little care what may be said," replied Charles
sternly; I go to visit my prisoner; and my
prisoner he will remain till he agree to my terms.
To horse, gentlemen I

When King Francis heard that the Emperor was
coming to see him, and already on the road, his
eye lighted up with pleasure, and a smile of delight
passed over his expressive features. Now, then,
there is a gleam of hope," he murmured; "he
surely now will restore me to liberty, and not on
those hateful conditions-conditions I scorn and
detest! Oh! to be free again! to feel the fresh
breezes of France once more! to be far from this
dismal place, and the watchful, grim Alargon! to
be once more a king!"
He was interrupted in these pleasant reflections
by the entrance of the Emperor, who, going at once
to his bed-side, accosted him in terms full of affec-
tion and respect.
Why, brother of France," he said, taking his


hand, we grieve to see you thus I Are the phy-
sicians skilful ? Is there anything you need that
Spain can bestow? Speak, brother; for this
sickness grieves us."
"1 My sickness is, I believe, more of the mind
than of the body," replied Francis in a faint voice;
" your Majesty has been long in coming to see
your captive."
The Cortes at Toledo demanded my attention,
brother," said Charles, kindly; as soon as tidings
reached me of your illness, I set forth. Your
spirits are depressed by fever. Come, you must
throw off this despondency, and be the gay and
merry-hearted Francis again; the blitliest king in
That cannot be till I regain my liberty," re-
plied Francis with a sigh.
And your liberty you shall have very shortly,
brother. Only get rid of this sickness, and our
terms can be easily arranged." Francis looked up
with an expression of hope. A smile was on
his handsome, good-humoured countenance as
he gazed eagerly at Charles, and grasped his
You are not deceiving me ? he asked.


Surely not," said the Emperor. As soon as
you are able, we will arrange the treaty."
And I shall be a king again !" said the captive
monarch. Thanks, brother; I knew it would be
so;-I knew Charles had a generous heart, when
away from evil counsellors."
You have had reason to complain, I fear,"
replied the Emperor. Alargon, though a brave
and trustworthy soldier, is rather stern and un-
courteous. But, for the short time you may yet
remain in my dominions, brother, you shall receive
the treatment due to a brave king,-and what king
in Europe can equal Francis of France in valour?"
The interview between the monarchs did not
last long. Francis was too weak to bear much
conversation, and after such expressions of sym-
pathy and generosity as would have reflected the
greatest honour on him had they been sincere,
Charles took leave of his prisoner. Francis grasped
at what the emperor had said with the eagerness
natural to one in his situation, and, cheered with
this gleam of hope, began to revive from that
moment, rapidly recovering his wonted health.

But disappointment came again. Charles having


returned to Toledo, all correspondence was carried
on with Francis by his ministers; and the royal
captive was kept in as strict custody as ever. And
now he suffered a new indignity, which his high
spirit could scarcely brook.
Bourbon arrived about this time in Spain; and
Charles, who had so long refused to visit the king
of France, received his rebellious subject with the
most studied respect. He met him outside the
gates of Toledo, embraced him with the greatest
affection, and, placing him on his left hand, con-
ducted him to his apartment. These marks of
honour to him were so many insults to the unfor-
tunate Francis, and affected him keenly. It was,
however, some consolation to him to know that
the sentiments of the Spaniards differed widely
from those of their king.
They detested Bourbon's crime; for they are a
generous people, and have a high sense of honour.
Notwithstanding his great talents and important
services, they shunned all intercourse with him.
They would have nothing to say to a soldier who
had deserted his master to enter into the service of
his master's rival.
It is my desire," said Charles to the Marquis


de Villena, that you permit De Bourbon to re-
side in your palace during the stay of the court at
I cannot refuse to gratify my sovereign in
this request," the Marquis politely replied;
" but," he added, with the true dignity of a Cas-
tilian noble, your Majesty must not be surprised
if, the very moment that Bourbon departs, I burn
to the ground a house which, having been polluted
by the presence of a traitor, becomes a habitation
unfit for a man of honour."

In the meantime, days, weeks, and months
rolled by, and King Francis was still a prisoner.
He was not, however, forgotten by his friends.
His mother, who so fondly loved him-his people,
who mourned his absence,-and Henry VIII. of
England, who could not but feel some sympathy
for him in his misfortunes, as well as fear at the
growing power of Charles, used their utmost ex-
ertions to procure his liberation. His sister
Margaret came to visit him in his wearisome cap-
tivity, to beguile his lonely hours, and to employ
all her address with Charles in his behalf. But it
was in vain. The emperor was not to be moved.


Very well," said Francis, on hearing the
result of these endeavours, I will resign my
crown to the Dauphin, and end my days in prison!"
And he immediately wrote to Charles, desiring him
to name the place of his confinement, and to assign
him a proper number of attendants during the
remainder of his days.
The Emperor then began to fear that he might
carry his rigour one step too far, and so defeat his
own measures. He felt that he should not gain
much if King Francis resigned his throne! He
therefore again offered him his liberty on nearly
the same terms as before; and Francis, weary of
captivity, accepted them. It was agreed, that,
till the French king had fulfilled the conditions
required of him, his two eldest sons should be
sent to Madrid as hostages. But Francis had not
the slightest intention of fulfilling these condi-
No," he said to his friends, I will sign the
treaty, or I shall never leave this hateful prison;
but, remember, it is against my will. It is forced
from me by the emperor's unprincely severity, and
therefore it is null and void."
Was this right of Francis? Oh no! even the


harsh treatment he had met with was no excuse
for artifice and deceit.

Two little boys were at play one morning in a
beautiful garden in the sunny land of France.
They were handsome, intelligent children, the
eldest about nine, and the youngest about seven
years of age. Happy, and full of spirits, they
were amusing themselves first with one sport, and
then with another, when the younger of the two,
Henri, proposed that they should try their skill in
archery. Frangois readily assented, and the bows
and arrows were brought forward. The game went
on with some spirit, till Henri had lost all his
arrows. Oh, Frangois!" he exclaimed, that
is my last arrow! It went out beyond the Spanish
chestnut-tree; and I must go and find it."
Away he ran, but when he returned to tell
Frangois with a merry laugh of the curious nook
in which he had found the lost arrow, he was sur-
prised to find his brother standing in a thoughtful
attitude, with something like a tear in his dark eye.
I was just thinking," said Frangois, in reply
to.Henri's inquiring look, that, whilst we are at
play so happily together here, dear papa is far


away, and a prisoner! The word' Spanish' made
me think of him. Oh, Henri 1 what would I not
give to see him again! "
If we were men, brother," replied Henri with
spirit, that cruel emperor should not long detain
our brave father! He is afraid of him, that is it,
Frangois, and so he keeps him in prison. If I were
papa, I would try to escape, and then invade
Charles' dominions with an immense army."
He is too well guarded to escape," said Fran-
gois sadly. Dear papa! how I wish we could
do something for him I If they would only let us
go and stay with him, it would be some comfort;
he must be so lonely and dull!"
Ah! I am afraid he does not often laugh now,
brother; do you remember the merry game we
had with him the day before he left us? We little
thought then that it would be so long before we
saw him again."
At this moment a beautiful and stately lady
approached. It was Louisa of Savoy, the king's
mother. She sat down on a garden chair, and
called the two little boys to her side.
"My children," she said, in a kind tone, "I
know you regret the king's absence and imprison-


ment; what would you give to see him again at
liberty ?"
I would give all my playthings, and my pony,
and all my money too!" exclaimed little Henri,
with eagerness.
And what will the Dauphin give ?" said the
regent with a smile.
"All I have in the world!" replied Frangois,
looking earnestly at the regent, as if he waited to
hear more.
Louisa of Savoy gazed for a moment at the
earnest, thoughtful countenance of her grandson,
and then said, in a low tone, "Would you give
your liberty, Francois?"
"I understand," said Frangois, with sparkling
eyes; "I understand. I am to take my father's
place. Is it not so? Oh! how gladly shall I do it!"
The regent looked fondly and proudly on the
boy. He was a child of great promise, and many
bright hopes for the future were formed from his
character-hopes never to be realized! Henri,
more volatile than his brother, was a merry, good-
tempered, generous little fellow, much like his
father, and a universal favourite.
"Let me give something too," said he, pressing


close to the regent; "I should be so very, very
glad to have dear papa at home again."
"You shall, Henri," replied Louisa; "you shall
both have the pleasure of assisting the king, your
father. The case is this. The emperor will give
the royal Francis his freedom, on condition that
his two eldest sons be sent as hostages to Madrid,
there to remain till all the conditions of the treaty
are fulfilled. But King Francis will not be free
until you reach the emperor's dominions."
"May we set off to-day ?" asked the Dauphin.
" There should be no delay; how my royal father
must pine for freedom!"
"And we shall see dear papa again!" cried
Henri, joyfully. "That will be happiness, indeed!
When shall we go, madame ?"
There shall be no needless delay," replied the
regent; but a few matters must be arranged first.
France longs for the return of her king, as you do,
with fond impatience; but 0, how much more
impatient is the heart of a mother!"

A short time afterwards the Dauphin, and his
brother the Duke of Orleans, set out, under the
care of the French general Lautrec, for the


Spanish dominions. Henri, full of joy at the
prospect of seeing his dear papa, and delighted
with the novelty of the journey, was in high
spirits, whilst his more thoughtful brother dwelt
on the happy results of the king's return to France,
and felt unmixed gratification and delight that,
young as he was, he could be the means of restoring
his royal father to liberty. The poor boys little
thought of the prison to which they were hastening;
and, when it did cross their minds, they imagined
that their captivity would be a very short one.

And now King Francis with a joyful heart bade
farewell to Madrid, a place which his imprisonment
had rendered hateful to him, and, escorted by a
body of horse, under the command of the vigilant
Alargon, began the long-wished-for journey towards
his own dominions. The Emperor, though appa-
rently friendly, had strong suspicions that he would
not keep his word with him, and gave strict orders
that he was not to be given up till the hostages were
received. He also exacted many promises from
Francis concerning the treaty, whilst the latter
wap ready to promise anything, and everything, so
that he might set foot in France again.

It was on a fine morning in March, 1526, that
the captive monarch rode up to the Bidassoa, the
river which divides France from Spain, and saw on
the opposite side Lautrec and the two young
princes. His heart bounded at the sight, and
hastily entering the boat, he was conveyed to an
empty bark moored in the middle of the stream,
the princes at the same time putting off from the
opposite bank. The respective attendants drew up
on either side of the river, and the father and sons
met in the bark. The interview was but a short
one. Francis tenderly embraced his children, and
with many affectionate and encouraging words
took leave of them again. "You will not remain
long in Spain, my dear children," he said, ashe em-
braced them once more; now that I am free, you
shall be free likewise. The Emperor will treat you
well. Farewell, my darlings! and God bless you!"
The tears were streaming down the cheeks of
the poor children as they were delivered over
prisoners to the Spanish general, and the little
dauphin had just time to say to the king, "It is
not that we mind being prisoners, dear papa; but
it is wry sad to part from you again-" when they
were borne away.


And sad it was to Francis too, and a bitter
pang shot through his heart as he saw his two boys
on their way to that gloomy prison from which he
had so gladly escaped!
But he trusted that they would not be there
long; and when, in Lautrec's boat, he reached the
French shore, and knew that he was indeed free,
joy was the only feeling of his heart. Mounting
a horse the instant he landed, he galloped off at
full speed to St. Jean de Luz, several times waving
his plumed cap triumphantly over his head, and
exultingly exclaiming, I am again a king !"
He was met at Bayonne by his mother and sister
-(and a joyful meeting it was!)-one year and
twenty-two days after the fatal Battle of Pavia.

In the meantime the two princes were taken to
Madrid, and placed in the dismal castle. The
emperor then called upon King Francis to fulfil
the conditions of the treaty he had signed. But
Francis, regardless of his word, excused himself,
saying, "that promises made in prison were not
binding." Charles was most indignant. Sorry
now that he had treated Francis in so ungenerous a
manner, but firm and inflexible in all his measures,


he determined to detain the princes in captivity
till the king had given up all claim to Italy,
And you will be sorry to hear that the poor little
boys suffered for this also. They were put into a
dark room, and allowed to have nothing with which
they could amuse themselves. Henri exclaimed
against this treatment; but Frangois reminded
him how much their papa had endured.
It is not generous of the emperor to revenge
himself on us, however," said Henri; "I wonder
how he would like to be shut up in this dark place!
He must be a very cruel man."
"I do not think he is, brother," replied the
Dauphin; "he is very angry that papa will not
fulfil the conditions of the treaty; though I hope
he never will, for it is a most dishonourable one
for France. Still, I am sorry our royal father
promised he would do so; I like to keep my
"Oh," said Henri, "I think papa did quite
right, when the emperor behaved so ungenerously.
I am sure I should do just the same. I would
make any promise to get out of this prison; but
I do not know that I should keep it when I was


But that would be wrong, Henri. Do you
not remember the saying of a former king of
France,-' If honour were banished from all the
world beside, it should find an asylum in the breast
of princes?' However, our being liberated does
not depend on our promises, fortunately."
"I should like Charles to learn that saying,"
said Henri, laughing; "it might do him some
good. And, Frangois, I should like to see him
very much; should not you? He seems to me
like an invisible tyrant; we feel his power, but
never catch a glimpse of him."
He is gone to Seville," replied the Dauphin,
"to celebrate his marriage with Isabella of Por-
tugal. I heard the guards talking of it this morning.
They say she is a princess of uncommon beauty
and accomplishments."
"And do the Spaniards like the match?"
"Extremely; and the Portuguese are so delighted
at this connexion with the first monarch in Chris-
tendom, that they have presented Isabella with a
dowry of 900,000 crowns!"
"Well, I hope that will satisfy Charles. But
I -hear the governor's step on the stairs; it is
some comfort to see even him. I am glad we


have not that stern old Don Ferdinand Alargon to
guard us."
The grave Spanish Don entered, and informed
the princes, that, in consequence of the emperor's
marriage being celebrated on that day, and its
being a cause of great rejoicing throughout Spain,
he was at liberty to offer them some hours' re-
creation in the gardens of the castle. The boys
joyfully accepted this indulgence, and ran to
breathe the fresh air once more, with a delight
which none but prisoners can feel.

This marriage was celebrated with much splen-
dour and gaiety at Seville. The emperor ever
lived in perfect harmony with Isabella, and treated
her on all occasions with much distinction and

After some time Charles desired that the poor
little prisoners should be guarded with less rigour.
They were allowed to ride out occasionally, and
were permitted to have a few books. Henri's
spirits never failed him; he was always gay and
good-humoured, and became quite a favourite with
the grave governor and the guards. He would sit


in an evening near the window of his dull prison,
and sing one merry song after another till the sen-
tinels would look up in astonishment at hearing
such blithe sounds proceed from a little caged
bird. He was very dear to Frangois, and by his
gaiety and lively remarks greatly cheered him.
Dull and gloomy, indeed, would that prison have
been without the presence of the bright and happy
And Henri felt for Frangois the tenderest love
and respect. He knew that he was guided by
high principles; that his word could be depended
upon; that he was not led away, as he too often
was himself, to do what he knew was wrong, because
he liked it; that he had a noble, courageous, self-
denying character. Henri knew all this, and his
love for Frangois daily increased.
Very pleasant it was to witness the affection of
the captive brothers; and well it was that they
were loving and kind to each other, for the weeks
and months passed away, and they saw no hope of
I long to be at liberty and to go to France
again," said little Henri, one day; "I wonder
when we shall be free! Perhaps the emperor will


keep us here till we are two old men, and have
long beards!" and the boy laughed merrily at his
own fancy.
Be comforted, dear Henri," said his brother;
"is it not well that dear papa is at liberty ? you
know he is doing all he can to obtain our freedom.
I am sure I would rather remain here for twenty
years than that he should fulfil the emperor's un-
just demands."
Ahl I know dear papa does not forget us,"
replied Henri; but he has to deal with a very
inflexible man. Well, we must have patience,
Frangois, and try to be as happy as we can."
The King of France did not, indeed, forget his
imprisoned children. His one great desire was to
obtain their freedom. He used many efforts; but
there were terms in that treaty to which he could
not submit.
Charles V. had now acquired such a thorough
knowledge of the Spanish character, that he go-
verned Spain well and wisely. His subjects had
not much liked him in the beginning of his reign,
but now the case was different. He spoke their
language at times, and assumed such popular
manners, as to gratify and please them greatly.


On one occasion he was about to make his public
entry into the city of Barcelona. The inhabitants,
having some doubts whether to receive him as the
Emperor, or as Count of Barcelona, Charles de-
cided instantly in favour of the latter, saying,
" I am prouder of that title than of the im-
perial crown!" Soothed with this flattering
expression of his regard, the citizens welcomed
him with loud acclamations of joy, and the states
of the province swore allegiance to his son Philip,
as heir of the county of Barcelona.

The princes of France had been in captivity
for more than a twelvemonth, when one day the
governor led them to the top of the castle, to wit-
ness a grand procession passing through the streets
of Madrid. It consisted chiefly of a number of
monks bearing crucifixes, who, as they marched,
with slow and solemn steps, chanted a hymn.
Little Henri was the first to ask what it meant.
They are going to offer up prayers for the
pope's liberty," said the Governor.
The pope's liberty!" exclaimed the Dauphin,
whose prisoner is he, sir?"
He is the emperor's prisoner," replied the


Governor gravely; and it is by the emperor's
commands that prayers are being offered up
throughout Spain for the recovery of his freedom."
Why does not the emperor give him his free-
dom, then ?" asked Henri.
That, sir, is a question I cannot answer," said
the grave Spaniard. Now, gentlemen, we will
descend; and you may, if you please, amuse your-
selves in the gardens for an hour."
What a strange thing for the emperor to do!"
said Henri to Frangois, when they were alone;
" to keep a man prisoner and then offer up prayers
that he may be free! And. this for the pope
It is hypocrisy in Charles to act thus," said
Frangois; I should think that he felt ashamed
of taking his holiness prisoner, and that he does
this to appear well in the eyes of his Spanish sub-
jects, who must feel indignant at it. Did you
mark the displeased looks of the governor ?"
I did. How fond Charles is of making pri-
soners, Frangois! I wonder whom he will take
next. I will try and find out all about it from the
guards. It is well I can speak Spanish."
Henri was as good as his word, and, having

gained all the news he could on the subject, re-
turned to his brother.
In the first place, Frangois," he said, I must
tell you the Constable de Bourbon is dead. He
was besieging Rome, and was killed. The em-
peror's soldiers took the city, and treated the poor
inhabitants with the most shocking cruelty. Pope
Clement shut himself up in the Castle of St. Angelo,
and was reduced to such distress by famine, as to
be obliged to eat asses' flesh! He was worse off
than we are, brother."
Go on, Henri," said the Dauphin, what
next ?"
O, he was obliged to submit to the victorious
Charles, and give up all to him. His riches filled
the pockets of the imperial soldiers. And who do
you think guards him? No less a person than
Don Ferdinand Alargon!"
Does he ? Then he will have something to
be proud of; for he has had the custody of two
of the most illustrious men who have been made
prisoners in Europe during several ages. And
I suppose Charles is not a little pleased at all
To be sure he is; but he pretends to be very


sorry. Will you believe it-he has put his court
into mourning; declares that Rome was assaulted
without any order from him; and says that he
knew nothing of Bourbon's intention!"
Well, perhaps he did not, as he is in Spain,"
replied the Dauphin. But it is hypocrisy to
pray for the pope's liberty, when, by an order to
his generals, he could immediately grant it. I
cannot endure hypocrisy."
The Spaniards are very indignant at the
crimes of their countrymen," said Henri. Oh,
Frangois, they were so very, very cruel to the
people of Rome. It makes me shudder to think
of it. I hope, if ever I am a king, that I shall, at
least, be a merciful one."
That I am sure you will be, dear Henri," said
the Dauphin; "and I hope I shall not be too
fond of conquest; I see it leads to a great deal of

Three long years had passed away, and the.
princely boys were still captives in the gloomy
castle of Madrid. But King Francis had become
most anxious and impatient to procure their
liberty; and finding that nothing less would satisfy

Charles, he at length sacrificed every thing which
had at first prompted him to take up arms against
the emperor, agreeing at the same time to pay a
ransom for his sons of twelve hundred thousand
crowns. Thus Charles became sole master of Italy.
It was some months before such a large sum of
money could be procured; but the king used every
exertion to obtain it, and at length succeeded. It
was packed in forty-eight chests, and sent to the
You may imagine the joy of the little prisoners
when they heard that they were about to return
to their home.
They could talk of nothing else. To be out of
that dismal castle-to run again with free and
bounding steps through their own green meadows
and leafy woods-to have their books and amuse-
ments as before-to join in merry play once more
with their sisters and brother,-and, above all, to
be with their dear papa, whom they loved so well,
-these were the pleasures which the now happy
boys continually dwelt upon.
Oh!" said Henri, I am so full of joy! I can
quite forgive the emperor all his severity towards
us now, though I shall never wish to visit his city


of Madrid again. Do you know, Frangois, that
his sister, the Princess Eleanor, is going with us
to France ?"
Yes; she is to marry our royal father. That
was one of the conditions of the treaty."
Well," said Henri, I only hope she will not
be quite so stern as her imperial brother. Oh
Frangois! in three days we shall be free!"
The happy day came at last. The princes were
conveyed to the well-remembered Bidassoa, and
there given in exchange for the forty-eight chests of
money, with precisely the same formalities as those
for which they had been exchanged for their father
three years before. Once safely landed in France,
the joyful brothers pursued their journey with
rapidity. As they approached the Abbey of
Veries, in Gascony, at which place they were to
meet the king, their hearts beat high with expecta-
tion and delight-the quick glance of little Henri
soon discerned the royal Francis eagerly advancing
towards them, and the next minute the children
were clasped in the arms of their father!
The marriage of King Francis with the Princess
Eleanor was celebrated at the Abbey of Veries.


The Dauphin did not live many years after his
liberation; not only his father, but all France,
deeply mourned his loss. Henri succeeded King
Francis on the throne.

But we must return to the emperor. Some time
after the release of the captive princes, Charles,
being desirous of passing through France, in his
way to the Low Countries, applied to Francis for
his consent, and offered to give him up the long
contested possessions in Italy in return for this
favour. Francis gladly accepted the offer. Charles
passed safely through France, and was treated
during his journey with all the courtesy and
respect due to a royal visitor. But when he
was afterwards called on to fulfil his promises, he
refused! In consequence, the rival monarchs went
to war again.

We should be careful how we make promises,
and still more careful not to break them when

P. 82.

No. III.


IT is now many years since-as many as three
hundred-that a little boy, named Antonio de
Lopez, left his home at an early hour to enjoy the
fresh breezes of a fine May morning. It was
early on the previous evening that Antonio had
returned to this dear home, after an absence of
some months, and very much pleased he was to
wander again through the lovely valley in which
it was situated-the valley of St. Justus, in Estre-
madura, universally acknowledged to be one of
the healthiest and most delightful in all Spain.
The boy's dark eyes glistened with joy as he
looked round on the well-known scene. He ran to
the clear sparkling brook, where he had so often
sailed his little boat-he stood again under the


fine old trees which had shaded him from infancy
-and once more with a bounding step he climbed
the lofty hill side. How I love my home!" he
exclaimed, as, after ascending to some height, he
sat down in a favourite spot; our peaceful valley
looks beautiful as ever,-more beautiful, I think;
but, perhaps, that is because I have been so many
months in a town. How fresh and sweet the air is!
And there stands the old monastery, still and quiet
as it always used to be. It must be but a dull
life that those old monks of St. Justus lead, after
all: not the life that I should like-shut up there,
month after month, and year after year, knowing
nothing of what passes in the busy world. Now
I dare say, that Father Ambrose and his brethren
have been going on in the same dull round ever
since I left home,-one day just like another;-
sitting in those gloomy cells for hours, and then
taking a solitary walk in the garden before they
meet in the refectory. 0, I am glad my dear
father does not wish me to be a monk! Such a
life would not suit me! But I must go and see
kind Father Ambrose. He will be sure to question
me concerning the progress I have made in my
studies. I hope I shall be able to answer him!"


and descending the hill, Antonio, in the joyous-
ness of his heart, burst forth into a song, mak-
ing the quiet valley re-echo with his sweet clear
As he approached the monastery, Antonio, to his
surprise, perceived a change in its appearance.
An addition had been made to the building, con-
sisting of six rooms, all on the ground floor, and
in simple style. On one side they opened into a
pretty flower-garden, and on the other commu-
nicated with the chapel of the monastery.
Antonio wondered at the change, and then turned
to look at the little garden, newly laid out. There
are some beautiful flowers in it already," he said,
" I am so fond of flowers!" and opening the
wicket-gate, he stepped in on the green lawn. He
knew he might do this without fear of a rebuke,
for he was somewhat of a favourite with the old
monks of St. Justus. His gentle manners and
amiable disposition had so won their hearts, that
he was not only allowed to roam as he would
through the gardens and groves of the monastery,
but also to have free access to most parts of the
building itself. They could place confidence in
him-they knew that he loved truth, and that his

word could be depended upon. Nothing like
deceit was ever seen in Antonio de Lopez.
Here are plenty of weeds, however," said
Antonio, I will pull some up, and so assist good
Father Ambrose a little." Manfully he set to
work, and soon filled a barrow with the weeds.
While thus engaged, his cheeks glowing with
exercise, he was startled by a voice close beside
him, exclaiming, Well, young sir! and what
brings you into a garden that is none of yours ?
How is it you touch things that do not belong to
you ?" Antonio hastily turned, and looked at the
He was a man of commanding figure, apparently
between fifty and sixty years of age. His look
was stern and determined; and his dark eyes cast
a penetrating glance on Antonio, as he again in-
quired what he did there ?"
I have been pulling up some weeds, to help
Father Ambrose a little," replied the boy. He
permits me to come into the gardens whenever
I like to do so."
But this garden belongs to me, and not to
Father Ambrose," replied the stranger.
Does it, sir ? I did not know that. I hope


you will pardon my intrusion," said Antonio,
You did not know that this garden belonged
to me! Are you speaking the truth, boy? And
you live in the valley? "
I do, sir, but I only returned home last night;
and, as to speaking the truth," said Antonio, rather
vexed that his word should be doubted, I would
not tell a lie to please the Emperor himself."
The stern look left the stranger's brow, and
a kind smile passed over his face. That is well,
my boy; prize truth always, it is a precious
jewel. What is your name ?"
Antonio de Lopez, sir."
The son of Ferdinand de Lopez, who resides
Yes, sir; I am his only child."
And what does your father intend you for,
Antonio, a monk, or a judge ?"
Oh, not a monk," replied the boy, smiling.
" I hope I shall be a soldier. But papa has not
decided yet."
A soldier! Oh, you must be something better
than a soldier. Believe me, to spend your life in
fighting will bring you no peace at the last."


But to fight for my king and my country
would be a glorious duty!" said Antonio with
flashing eyes. Have you been in the wars your-
self, sir?"
I have, for many years."
Then you have fought in the great battles we
have had with the French? Oh, sir, what a great
conqueror our king is! Pray tell me, is it quite
true, that he has given up all his dignity, and
power, and vast possessions, and intends to live a
private life ?"
It is true. Charles the Fifth is, like myself,
tired of war and glory. For my own part, I have
made a good exchange, and never have enjoyed
such happiness as since my retirement in this
peaceful vale. I trust the emperor will not repent
of his choice either. But I must attend to my
plants. Now, my boy, wheel off this barrow, and
bring me the rake from the end of the garden."
Antonio and his new friend worked pleasantly
on together, alike interested in their occupation.
Occasionally they conversed on the different natures
of the plants around them; and the little boy,
who was very fond of flowers, was able to give
his companion some information concerning them,


which he did in a very modest, intelligent
Antonio's thoughts, however, turned to other
subjects; and, after a fit of musing, he suddenly
exclaimed, I cannot understand it! How Charles
the Fifth, Emperor of Germany, King of Spain
and the Indies, could give up all his great power,
his immense influence, his vast possessions, his
dignity, and his glory, to live a private life, is quite
beyond my comprehension!"
What is that beyond your comprehension,
Antonio?" inquired the officer who passed him at
the moment, but heard only the last words.
I was thinking of the emperor, sir. I had
heard a report that he had retired from all his
greatness; but I did not think it could be true.
I am quite sure I should never have done such
a thing. Do you not think, sir, he must repent the
step he has taken, by this time ?"
No, my boy; I am certain he does not. But
what is there so very remarkable in it ? He has
led a life of constant activity and excitement, and is
now glad to have repose-glad to be released from
all the cares of his high station. From the age of
seventeen his life has been a public one, devoted


to the government of his dominions; is it not
reasonable that he should wish to enjoy a little
rest for the short time that may yet remain to
him ? Does not the governor of so many millions
of people, need time in which he may ask himself
the important question, How have I governed
myself?' For my part, I am too well pleased with
my own retirement from the busy scenes of life,
to wonder at all about the matter."
"Ah, but you find amusement in your garden,
sir; now very likely the Emperor Charles does
not care for flowers. I am afraid he will find his
new way of living a very dull one. How he will
miss all the grandeur to which he has been ac-
customed! He, who has had mighty kings courting
his alliance, powerful nobles kneeling at his feet,
great armies waiting his commands, and the at-
tention of all Europe fixed upon his movements!
It will surely be a great change for him !"
It will," said the officer, with a smile; but
if he be happier for the change, what then ?"
Antonio shook his head, and was about to reply,
when the bell of the monastery sounded through
the vale. "That warns me that it is time to go
home, sir," said he; "I am sorry to leave you, but


papa will expect me. I thank you very much for
all your kindness."
Stop a moment, Antonio," said his friend, as
he laid his hand upon his head, and looked into
his ingenuous countenance; "you love your father;
do you not, my dear boy ?"
I do, indeed, sir, from my heart."
"Then do not disappoint his love for you;
do not grieve him by ingratitude. Mind you do
not. Be a good son; and God will bless you,
Antonio. Farewell."
There was a sad expression on the officer's
face as he said this, which Antonio could not
understand. He, however, gracefully kissed the
hand. which was held out to him, and took his
leave, not without a hope that he might one day
be again admitted into the garden, and have a
little more conversation with his new acquaint-

As Antonio sat chatting with his father at
breakfast that morning, inquiring after his friends,
and answering questions concerning his studies, he
said, Papa, are you acquainted with the gentle-
man who lives at the monastery at least, I


suppose he lives there. He has a nice garden,
and beautiful flowers! have you seen them ?"
"Yes, my son, I have," replied De Lopez;
"but when did you see them? I hope you have
not been in the garden ?"
"I went in, papa, thinking it belonged to
Father Ambrose; but as I was weeding, a gentle-
man, whom I had never seen before, came and
asked me what I did in his garden, and then I
apologised for my mistake."
How unfortunate !" said De Lopez; my
dear Antonio, I thought you were aware that-
Was he not angry at your intrusion ?"
A very little, at first; but I told him how it
was, and then he was very kind, and allowed me
to help him with his plants. We talked together
also, and the time passed so pleasantly, that I
quite forgot to go and visit Father Ambrose, as I
And you do not indeed know with whom you
have been talking this morning ?" asked De Lopez,
in surprise.
No, papa; who is he ?"
The Emperor Charles the Fifth of Germany,
and King of Spain."


"Papa !"
"My dear boy, are you not aware that Charles
the Fifth has resigned his throne to his son Philip,
and intends to live a private life? Surely you
knew this!"
I had heard so, papa; but is this very gentle-
man the great Charles himself?" asked Antonio, in
much astonishment.
"I do not wonder at your surprise, my son;
yet so it is. The emperor selected this place of
retirement, having been previously much struck
with the beauty of our vale; and six rooms have
been added to the monastery for his accommoda-
But, papa, I did not see any grandeur about
the rooms, or the emperor either."
"No, he has done with grandeur, Antonio.
His apartments are furnished in a very simple
style, and he lives in a plain, unostentatious manner,
having but a few servants, and one horse, on which
he rides out occasionally, followed by a single
Oh! if I had guessed I was talking to Charles
the Fifth, I should not have said what I did! but
he was very kind to me, and at parting told me to


be a good son. I wonder why he looked so sad
at the moment he said it."
"He was doubtless thinking of the ingratitude
of his own son Philip, to whom he has resigned
all his vast possessions, desiring only an annual
pension of 100,000 crowns. Forgetting how much
he owed to his father's bounty, Philip actually
neglected the payment of the first portion of this
sum; and Charles was obliged to remain some
weeks at Burgos before he received part of that
small pension, which was all that he had reserved
to himself from so many kingdoms. As without
this he could not dismiss his old domestics with
such rewards as their services merited, or his
generosity destined for them, he was deeply af-
flicted by the ingratitude of his son, and could not
help expressing both surprise and dissatisfaction."
It was very ungrateful conduct indeed, papa.
Is not King Philip husband to Queen Mary of
England ?"
He is. Mary wished Charles to visit her on
his way to this country after his resignation, and
pressed him to land in some part of her dominions;
but he declined. It cannot surely,' he said, be
agreeable to a queen to receive a visit from a


father-in-law who is now nothing more than a
private gentleman.'"
But I suppose Charles was very glad when he
was elected Emperor of Germany, though he has
given it up so quietly."
"There is no doubt of that, my boy. After
the death of Maximilian, there were great disputes
as to who should be the new emperor. The two
principal candidates for the vacant throne were
Charles and Francis I. of France."
"And who were the people to settle the
matter ?"
Seven great princes of Germany, called Elec-
tors. Not desiring either Francis or Charles as
their head, they with one voice offered the imperial
crown to Frederic, Duke of Saxony, a prince of
eminent virtue and ability. With singular mag-
nanimity he declined it. The sceptre must be
committed to some more powerful hand than
mine,' he said, 'or than of any other German
prince. It must be offered to one of the rival
monarchs, who, either of them, can bring into the
field forces sufficient for our defence against our
enemies. But as the king of Spain is of German
extraction, his claim is, in my opinion, preferable;

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