window was
made of antique painted glass, which shed red hues of crimson, gold and
purple in different parts of the room, ever varying their position with
the change in the sun's altitude, and giving the apartment at all times
of the day, a bright, cheerful appearance. This room was furnished still
more gorgeously than any of the others. The walls were hung with the
richest kinds of Spanish tapestry; on a ground of dark green silk
velvet, was embroidered large flowers and arabesques in gold,
interspersed at intervals with the well-known representations of the
three castles, which are a part of the arms of Spain. The furniture was
all of chestnut, carved in the deeply cut and highly raised work, which
is so rich and elaborate, and peculiar to the Spanish artists. Several
curiously cut mirrors hung on the walls, and also some exceedingly
delicate paintings in ivory, and, a number of choice enamels on plaques
of gold. The mantel piece of stone was high and adorned with beautiful
vases of Egyptian and Etruscan make, mingled with those of Rome and
Herculaneum, and the more modern flower-holders of Bohemian and Venetian
glass. The sofas, as well as the luxurious armchairs, were covered with
green silk velvet. The window draperies were of the same, ornamented
with gold fringe.

The floor was made of various kinds, inlaid in mosaic work, as we see
them in Italy. Soft ruby colored rugs were lying in front of the table,
and before the fireplace. On one side, was a small carved bookcase
containing a few volumes of novels, some of poetry and a few sacred
books of the Roman Catholic creed, all of them in Spanish.

In one or two of the books, the name of "Inez" was written. Across the
end of one of the sofas lay a guitar of satin-wood, inlaid with
mother-o'-pearl, with a Spanish lace mantilla by the side of it, and on
a small table close by was an open music book containing Spanish songs.

Everything gave evidence of having been left untouched for many years,
the flowers in the vases had dried, and fallen bit by bit, and lay in
small heaps that looked like chaff. In one corner of the room stood a
tall Chinese jar, that had once contained sprays of the fragrant fir
balsam, which was now little else than dust. In the wide, open fireplace
on the hearth, the wood that had been carefully placed on the dogs ready
to light, had become so dry, that it had crumbled away, and fallen to
pieces with its own weight.

The ladies felt the impor