t to any thing, except to renounce the outward show of dignity, for
Caneri was one of those good-natured soldiers, who can be satisfied with
the shadow, whilst other leaders possessed the substance of power.

In every age and country, there needs must be warriors of all
descriptions; some are designed by nature to encounter perils, and
acquire a name to be enrolled in the temple of immortality, and there
are others whose noble achievements entitle them to the same honor,
though traced in different characters; there is also a third class of
military men, who, being neither sanguinary nor heroic, are yet intended
to shine in a more peaceful warfare,--generals of undoubted military
capacity, of extraordinary genius for the enactment of regulations and
orders, with a clear judgment for the various qualifications of staff
officers, and bearing an exceedingly martial and appropriate carriage in
courts, reviews, and parades. Now, to this last class Caneri most
assuredly belonged: his talents for military parade and shew no one
could dispute. He now approached the renegade, and in as affable a
manner as his arrogant dictatorial manner would permit:--

"Alagraf," he said, "these are joyful times for the Moors."

"Provided they last," coldly returned the renegade.

"Last," rejoined the Moor, with indignant surprise. "Behold!" and he
pointed to his men, all arrayed and equipped in a martial style, as they
were standing in review, "those men are not likely to tarnish the
laurels already culled by their companions of the Sierra Bermeja. But
you are ever sullen, Alagraf; no victory, no fortune can efface the
gloom which pervades every action of your life."

"Yours, at all events, Caneri," replied the renegade, sneeringly, "is
excessively gay; the love of your country must certainly be great, since
it can occasion such extraordinary marks of satisfaction for a temporary
success."

"My country and religion are dear to me," returned Caneri, with dignity,
"very dear, and sacred. But then," he added, relaxing, "my heart is not
wholly absorbed in the love of my country."

"That I believe," replied Bermudo, significantly. "It will easily admit
of division, and in the distribution of your lore, I dare swear you have
reserved a considerable share for yourself."

Caneri laughed affectedly, then drawing nearer to the renegade, and
taking him gently by the hand--

"My friend," he said, "much as I love myself, still have I a store left