heard the crash of roofs or the crackle of
the light and fragrant timber employed in those pavilions of the summer.
The manner in which the mansions of Granada were built, each separated
from the other by extensive gardens, fortunately prevented the flames
from extending. But the inhabitants cared so little for the hazard,
that not a single guard remained to watch the result. Now and then some
miserable forms in the Jewish gown might be seen cowering by the ruins
of their house, like the souls that, according to Plato, watched in
charnels over their own mouldering bodies. Day dawned, and the beams
of the winter sun, smiling away the clouds of the past night, played
cheerily on the murmuring waves of the Xenil and the Darro.
Alone, upon a balcony commanding that stately landscape, stood the last
of the Moorish kings. He had sought to bring to his aid all the lessons
of the philosophy he had cultivated. "What are we," thought the musing
prince, "that we should fill the world with ourselves--we kings! Earth
resounds with the crash of my falling throne: on the ear of races unborn
the echo will live prolonged. But what have I lost?--nothing that was
necessary to my happiness, my repose; nothing save the source of all my
wretchedness, the Marah of my life! Shall I less enjoy heaven and
earth, or thought or action, or man's more material luxuries of food
or sleep--the common and the cheap desires of all? Arouse thee, then, O
heart within me! many and deep emotions of sorrow or of joy are yet left
to break the monotony of existence."
He paused; and, at the distance, his eyes fell upon the lonely minarets
of the distant and deserted palace of Muza Ben Abil Gazan.
"Thou went right, then," resumed the king--"thou wert right, brave
spirit, not to pity Boabdil: but not because death was in his power;
man's soul is greater than his fortunes, and there is majesty in a life
that towers above the ruins that fall around its path." He turned away,
and his cheek suddenly grew pale, for he heard in the courts below
the tread of hoofs, the bustle of preparation: it was the hour for his
departure. His philosophy vanished: he groaned aloud, and re-entered
the chamber just as his vizier and the chief of his guard broke upon his
solitude.
The old vizier attempted to speak, but his voice failed him.
"It is time, then, to depart," said Boabdil, with calmness; "let it be
so: render up the palace and the fortress, and join thy friend, no m
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