formed themselves in different quarters, ably wholesome, but it is harsh and bitter and departed in different ways, on expe- enough when taken fresh." ditions of forage, or in the hope of skirm

At this moment one of the subaltern ish with the straggling detachments of the officers rode up to the marquis, and whisenemy. Of these, the best equipped was pered in his ear.

conducted by the Marquis de Villen and "Ha!" said Villena, the Virgin be his gallant brother Don Alonzo de Pache- praised! Sir knights, booty is at hand. Silence! close the ranks."

CO.

The sun, now high in heaven, glittered With that, mounting a little eminence, on the splendid arms and gorgeous pen- and shading his eyes with his hand, the nons of Villena's company, as, leaving the marquis surveyed the plain below; and, camp behind, it entered a rich and wood- at some distance, he beheld a horde of ed district that skirts the mountain barrier Moorish peasants driving some cattle inof the Vega; the brillancy of the day, to a thick copse. The word was hastily the beauty of the scene, the hope and ex-given, the troop dashed on, every voice citement of enterprise, animated the spirits was hushed, and the clatter of mail and of the whole party. In these expeditions the sound of hoofs alone broke the delistrict discipline was often abandoned, from cious silence of the noon-day landscape. the certainty that it could be resumed at Ere they reached the copse the peasants need. Conversation, gay and loud, inter- had disappeared within it. The marquis spersed with snatches of song, was heard marshalled his men in a semicircle round among the soldiery; and in the nobler the trees, and sent on a detachment to the group that rode with Villena there was rear to cut off every egress from the wood. even less of the proverbial gravity of This done the troop dashed within. For Spaniards. the first few yards the space was more

"Now, marquis," said Don Estevon de open than they had anticipated; but the Suzon, "what wager shall be between us ground soon grew uneven, rugged and alas to which lance this day robs Moorish most precipitous; and the soil and the inbeauty of the greatest number of its wor- terlaced trees alike forbade any rapid shippers?" motion to the horse. Don Alonzo de Pa"My falchion against your jennet," checo, mounted on a charger whose agile said Don Alonzo de Pacheco, taking up and docile limbs has been tutored to every the challenge. description of wharfare, and himself of "Agreed. But, talking of beauty, were little weight and incomparable horsemanyou in the queen's pavilion last night, noble ship, dashed on before the rest. The marquis? It was enriched by a new trees hid him for a moment; when, sudmaiden, whose strange nnd sudden appa-denly, a wild yell was heard, and, as it ration none can account for. Her eyes ceased, uprose the solitary voice of the would have eclipsed the fatal glance of Spaniard, shouting, "Santiago, y cierra Cava; and, had I been Rodrigo, I might Espana; St. Jago, and charge, Spain! have lost a crown for her smile." Each cavalier spurred forward, when

"Ay," said Vilena, "I heard of her suddenly, a shower of darts and arrows beauty; some hostage from one of the rattled on their armour; and up sprung, traitor Moors, with whom the king (the from bush, and reeds, and rocky cliff, a saints bless him!) bargains for the city. number of Moors, and with wild shouts They tell me the prince incurred the swarmed around the Spaniards. queen's grave rebuke for his attention to the noble maiden."

"Back for your lives!" cried Villena; "we are beset; make for the level

"And this morning I saw that fearful ground!" Father Tomas steal into the prince's tent. He turned, spurred from the thicket, I wish Don Juan well through the lecture. and saw the Paynim foe emerging The monk's advice is like the algarroba;* through the glen, line after line of man when it is laid up to dry it may be reason- and horse; each Moor leading his slight and firery steed by the bridle, and leaping

The algarroba is a sort of leguminious plant, on it as he issued from the wood into the Common in Spain. plain. Cased in complete mail, his vizor

down, his lance in his rest. Villena (ac-around, took a wider circuit to give adcompanied by such of his kinghts as could ditional impetus to his charge. The Moor disentangle themselves from the Moorish aware of his purpose, halted also, and foot) charged upon the foe. A moment of awaited the moment of his rush; when fierce shock passed: on the ground lay once more he darted forward, and the many a Moor, pierced through by the combatants met with skill which called. Christian lance; and on the other side of forth a cry of involuntary applause from the foe was heard the voice of Villena- the christians themselves. Muza received "St. Jago to the rescue!" But the brave on the small surface of his shield the pon marquis stood almost alone, save his faith- derous spear of Alonzo, while his own ful chamberlain, Solier. Several of his light lance struck upon the helmet of the knights were dismounted, and swarms of christian, and, by the exactness of the aim Moors, with lifted knives, gathered around rather than the weight of the blow, made them as they lay, searching for the joints Alonzo reel in his saddle. of the armour which might admit a mor- The lances were thrown aside; the tal wound. Gradually, one by one, many long broad falchon of the Christian, the Villena's comrades joined their leader; curved Damascus cimeter of the Moor, and now the green mantle of Don Alonzo gleamed in the air. They reined their de Pacheco was seen waving without the chargers opposite each other in grave and copse, and Viena congratulated himself deliberate silence.

"False Paynim," answered Alonzo, in a voice that rung hollow through his hel met," a Christian knight is the equal of a Moorish army!

on the safety of his brother. Just at that "Yield thee, Sir Knight!" at length moment a Moorish cavalier spurred from cried the fierce Moor, "for the motto on his troop, and met l'acheco in full career. my cimeter declares, that if thou meetest The Moor was not clad, as was the com- its stroke, thy days are numbered. The mon custom of the Payn:m nobles, in the sword of the believer is the key of heav heavy Christian armour. He wore the en and hell." * light flexile mail of the ancient heroes of Araby or Fez. His turban, which was protected by chains of the finest steel interwoven with the folds, was of the most dazzling white; white, also, where his tu- Muza made no reply, but left the rein nic and short mantle on his left arm hung of his charger on his neck: the noble ani a short circular shield, in his right hand mal understood the signal, and, with a was poised a long and slender lance. As short impatient cry, rushed forward at this Moor, mounted on a charger in whose full speed. Alonzo met the charge with raven hue not a white hair could be de- his falchion upraised, and his whole body tected, dashed forward against Pacheco, covered with his shield; the Moor bent both Christian and Moor breathed hard -the Spaniards raised a shout--Muza and remained passive. Either nation felt seemed stricken from his horse. But the it as a sacrilege to thawt the encounter of blow of the heavy falchion had not touchchampions so renowned. ed him; and, seemingly without an effort, "God save my brave brother!" mut- the curved blade of his own cimeter, gli tered Vilena, anxiously. "Amen," said ding by that part of his antagonist's those around him; for all who had ever throat where the helmet joins the cuirass beheld the wildest valour in that war passed unresistingly and silently through trembled as they recognized the dazling the joints; and Alonzo fell at once and robe and coal black charger of Muza Ben without a groan from his horse, his ar Abil Gazan. Nor was that renowned in-mour, to all appearance, unpenetrated, fidel mated with an unworthy foe. "Pride while the blood oozed slow and gurgling of the tournament and terror of the war," from a mortal wound. was the favorite title which the knights and ladies of Castile had bestowed on Don Alonzo de Pacheco.

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Allah il Allah !" shouted Muza, as he joined his friends.

Villena, in despair alike of fame and life, and gnawed with grief for his broth

When the Spaniards saw the redoubted Moor approach, he halted abruptly for a moment, and then, wheeling his horse Mohammedan divines. *Such, says Sale, is the poetical phrase of the

er's loss, at length resolved to put the last oppose him; but the Moor, fatigued with hope of the battle on his single arm. He slaughter, and scarcely recovered from gave the signal for retreat; and, to pro- the shock of his encounter with De Sufect his troop, remained himself alone and zon, reserved so formidable a foe for a fu. motionless on his horse, like a statue of ture contest. ron. Though not of large frame, he was It was at this juncture, while the field esteemed the best swordsman, next only was covered with straggling skirmishers, to Hernando del Pugar and Gonsalvo de that a small party of Spaniards, in cutting Cordova, in the army; practised alike in their way to the main body of their counthe heavy assault of the Christian warfare trymen through one of the numerous copand the rapid and dexterous exercise of ses held by the enemy, fell in at the outthe Moorish cavalry. There he remain- skirt with an equal number of Moors, and ed, alone and grim, a lion at bay, while engaged them in a desperate conflict, his troops slowly retreated down the Ve- hand to hand. Amid the infidels was one. ga, and their trumpets sounded loud sig- man who took no part in the affray; At nals of distress and demands for succor a little distance he gazed for a few moto such of their companions as might be ments upon the fierce and relentless within hearing. Villena's armour defied slaughter of Moor and Christian with a the shafts of the Moors; and as one af- smile of stern and complacent delight; ter one darted towards him with whirling and then taking advantage of the general cimeter and momentary assault, few es- confusion rode gently, and as he hoped, caped with impunity from an eye equally unobserved away from the scene. But quick and a weapon more than equally he was not destined so quietly to esformidable. Suddenly a cloud of dust cape. A Spaniard perceived him. and, swept towards him, and Muza, a moment from something strange and unusual in before at the farther end of the field, came his garb, judged him one of the Moorish glittering through that cloud, with his leaders; and presently Almamen, for it white robe waving and his right arm was he, beheld before him the uplifted bare. Villena recognised him, set his falchion of a foe neither disposed to give teeth hard, and, putting spurs to his char-quarter nor to hear parley. Brave though ger, met the rush. Muza swerved aside the Israelite was, many reasons concurjust as the heavy falchion swung over his red to prevent his taking a personal part head, and, by a back stroke of his own against the soldier of Spain; and, seeing cimetar, cleft through the cuirass of Vil- he should have no chance of explanation lena just above the hip-joint, and the blood followed the blade, The brave cavaliers saw the danger of their chief; three of their number darted forward, and came in time to separate the combatants.

Muza stayed not to encounter the new re-inforcement, but, speeding across the plain was soon seen rallying his own scattered cavalry, and pouring them down, in one general body, upon the scanty remnant of the Spaniards.

he fairly put spurs to his horse and galloped across the plain. The Spaniard followed, gained upon him, and Almamen at length turned, in despair and the wrath of his haughty nature.

"Have thy will fool!" said he, between his grinded teeth, as he griped his dagger and prepared for the conflict. It was long and obstinate; for the Spaniard was skilful, and the Hebrew, wearing no mail, and without any weapon more formidable than a sharp and well-tempered dagger was forced to act cautiously on the defensive. At length the combatants grappled, and, by a dexterous thrust the short blade of Almamen pierced the throat of his antagonist, who fell prostrate

It was at this time that the headlong valour of Hernando del Pulgar, who had arrived with Ponce de Leon, distinguish ed itself in feats which yet live in the songs of Spain., Mounted upon an immense steed, and himself of colossal strength, he was seen charging alone to the ground. upon the assailants, and scattering num- "I am safe," he thought, as he wheeled bers to the ground with the sweep of round his horse; when lo! the Spaniards is enormous and two-handed falchion. he had just left behind, and who had now With a loud voice he called on Muza to routed their antagonists, were upon him.

"Yield or die!" cried the leader of the Say, on what sands these links shall sleep,
Fathoms beneath the solemn deep;
By Afric's pestilential shore,
By many an ice-berg, lone and hoar,

troop.

Almamen glared round; no succour was at hand. "I am not your enemy," By many a palmy western isle, said he, sullenly throwing down his weapon; "bear me to your camp."

A trooper seized his rein, and, scouring along, the Spaniards soon reached the retreating army.

Meanwhile the evening darkened; the shout and the roar grew gradually less loud and loud; the battle had ceased; the stragglers had joined their several standards; and, by the light of the first star, the Moorish force, bearing their wounded brethren and elated with success re-entered the gates of Grenada as the black charger of the hero of the day, closing the rear of the cavalry, disappeared within the gloomy portals.

The song of the Forge.

Clang, clang-the massive anvils ring;
Clang, clang, a hundred hammers swing;
Like the thunder rattle of a tropic sky,
The mighty blows still multiply,

Clang, clang.

Say, brothers of the dusk brow,
What are your strong arms forging now?
Clang, clang-we forge the coulter now,
The coulter of the kindly plough;

Sweet Mary mother, bless our toil,
May its broad furrow still unbind
To genial rains, to sur and wind

The most benignant soil.
Clang, clang, our coulter's course shall be
On many a sweet and sheltered lea,

By many a streamlet's silver tide,
Amidst the song of mourning birds,
Amidst the low of sauntering herds,
Amid soft breezes which do stray
Through woodbine hedges and sweet May,
Along the green hill's side.
When regal Autumn's bounteous hand
With wide spread glory clothes the land,
When to the valleys from the brow
Of each resplendent slope is roused
A ruddy see of living gold,

We bless, we bless the PLOUGH.
Clang. clang-again, my mates, what glows
Beneath the hammer's potent blows?
Clang, clang-we forge the giant chain
Which bears the gallant vessel's strain

Midst stormy winds and adverse tides;
Secured by this the good ship braves
The rocky roadstead, and the waves
Which thunder on her sides.

Anxious no more, the merchant sees
The mist drive dark before the beeze,
The storm cloud on the hill;
Calmly he rests, though far away,
In boisterous climes his vessels lay,
Reliant on our skill,

Basking in Spring's perpetual smile,
By stormy Labrador.
Say, shall they feel the vessel reel,
When to the batter's dreadful peal

The crashing broadside makes reply,
Or else, as at the glorious Nile,
Hold grappling ships, and strive the while
For death or victory!
Hurrah-clang, clang-once more, what glows,
Dark brother of the forges, beneath
The iron tempest of your blows,

The furnace's red breath?

Clang, clang-a burning shower clear

And brilliant of bright spark is poured
Around and up in the dusky air,

As our hammers forge the SWORD.
The sword! a name of dread, yet when
While for the altar and his hearth,
Upon the Freeman's thigh 'tis bound,
While for the land that gave him birth,

The war drums roll, the tempest sound,
How sacred is it then!
Whenever for the truth and light,
It flashes in the van of fight;
Whether in some wild mountain pass,
As that were fell Leonidas,
Or on some sterile plain and stern,
A Marston or a Bannockburn;
Or amidst crags and bursting rills,
The Switzer's Alps, gray Tyrol's hills;
Or, as when sunk the Armada's pride,
It gleams above the stormy tide;

Still, still, where'er the battle word
Is Liberty, where men do stand
For justice and their native land,

Then Heaven bless the Sword.

SOMNAMBULIST'S VISION.-One day whe the celebrated somnambulist, Mr. was being experimented upon at an hote in Connecticut, in presence of a number o scientific gentlemen, the servant a ros country girl, by the request of the exhib itor, brought in a blanket, and tarrying seemed to look on some of the exper ments with much interest, but when sh saw the somnambulist reading the news paper through several folds of the blanke without the least difficulty, she blushe very red, and edged her way sheepish! out of the room, exclaiming in a pet, the great amusement of the spectators that "If these sumnamby fellers could se through things arter that fashion, sh didn't know what good a body's clothe

did 'em."

ELLEN MORAN.

wards and forwards on tne quarter deck smoking, and Charles was seated aft without his coat, apparently in deep thought, his eyes fixed on the deck.

In the month of June, 1832, the ship FAME, Capt. Jones, arrived in this port Is the Captain on board?' inquired a from London, and moored at one of the soft melodious voice, which caused Capt. docks in North River. Her commander, Jones to stop suddenly, and turn round to Geo. Jones whom I will pass over lightly gaze upon the querist. Charles arose, was an Englishman, rough, untutored and and for a moment was utterly paralyzed. boorish, yet he was a thorough bred sea- The person who asked the question yet man, and a perfectly fitting man to.com- unanswered, was a girl apparently about mand the hardy crew under him. eighteen,handsomely clad, but of a beauty The chief mate Charles Barton, the he- and loveliness that baffles my powers of ro of the present sketch, was the only and description. Her hat which was small, cherished son of a wealthy planter from but half concealed the finest head of glosone of our slave holding States, then de- sy jet black hair in the world, which playceased. He had been educated in the ed in wavy ringlets over a neck and shoulmost iiberal and expensive manner by his fond father, who spared neither pains nor expense to perfect him in any thing he wished to acquire. At an early age and while at college Charles acquired (unfortunately his father thought) a passion for the sea, which grew with his growth, and strengthened with his strength, until it became absolutely too strong for control, and he determined to indulge it, coute qui coute. He was of a noble, high spirited Is the Captain on board?' repeated the nature very handsome for a man, brave young lady, as the Captain and his officer and generous to a fault, and withal, his in silence fastened their eyes upon her whole existence was but made of a ro- charms., mance. He was never happy, never contented except he was engaged in some enterprise in which, he could call forth and exercise to the full extent all his powers and energies.

der of surpassing whiteness and beauty. Her forehead was high and white and smooth as purest Parisian marble. Her eyes were large and dark, and they shot forth an expression which could not nor cannot be defined by me. It was so wild, so singular, yet so beseeching, so appeal. ing that one could not look upon her or them without feeling an emotion of pity and almost reverence.

'Yes ma'am,' bluntly and half rudely replied Captain Jones, puffing his segar, and walking close to her, with a lewd loose air- They call me Captain for want of a better.'

'Will you marry me sir?' inquired the lady.

He disappeared suddenly from college and after wandering round the world, for three or four years' while his father and Well, I'm dd if that aint a good friends mourned his death, returned to his one-marry you! Why, my dear I have native land, in time to receive his father's a wife in Liverpool now, and I don't know forgiveness, and to take possession of his how many children. So I can't marry estate and fortune, to the great disappoint you for good, but I've no kind of objecment of about fifty cousins, His passion tions to marry you while I stay here." for the sea however did not leave him, and The proud lip of the fair girl curled with having received an offer of the berth of proud scorn, and her bright eye flashed chief mate of the Fame,' and left all his with redoubled brilliancy, as she gazed affairs in the hands of a trusty agent, for one single instant upon the rude hoor. again went to sea, and as such we now She curbed her feelings, however, and find him in this port. turned from him, with an expression on The vessel had been in four or five her bright and beautiful face, that made days and the cargo was nearly dischar-him puff his segar with redoubled fervor, ged. It was a warm sultry day, and the and to hide his shame he returned to the men who had been at work all the morn-cabin. ing, were at their dinner in the forecas

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She returned to Charles-he was standtle. Capt. Jones was walking back-ing near her, his bright and intelligent