CONTENTS

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[The Journey][1]
[Palace of the Alhambra][33]
[Important Negotiations][47]
[Inhabitants of the Alhambra][54]
[The Hall of Ambassadors][58]
[The Jesuits’ Library][64]
[Alhamar, the Founder of the Alhambra][65]
[Yusef Abul Hagig][72]
[The Mysterious Chambers][76]
[Panorama from the Tower of Comares][85]
[The Truant][92]
[The Balcony][95]
[The Adventure of the Mason][101]
[The Court of Lions][105]
[The Abencerrages][112]
[Mementos of Boabdil][124]
[Public Fêtes of Granada][129]
[Local Traditions][137]
[The House of the Weathercock][139]
[Legend of the Arabian Astrologer][142]
[Visitors to the Alhambra][162]
[Relics and Genealogies][167]
[The Generalife][170]
[Legend of Prince Ahmed Al Kamel][172]
[A Ramble Among the Hills][205]
[Legend of the Moor’s Legacy][214]
[The Tower of Las Infantas][236]
[Legend of the Three Beautiful Princesses][237]
[Legend of the Rose of the Alhambra][262]
[The Veteran][279]
[The Governor and the Notary][281]
[Governor Manco and the Soldier][288]
[A Fête In the Alhambra][306]
[Legend of the Two Discreet Statues][311]
[The Crusade of the Grand Master of Alcántara][330]
[Spanish Romance][338]
[Legend of Don Munio Sancho De Hinojosa][341]
[Poets and Poetry of Moslem Andalus][347]
[An Expedition In Quest of A Diploma][355]
[The Legend of the Enchanted Soldier][358]
[The Author’s Farewell to Granada][373]

THE ALHAMBRA

THE JOURNEY

IN the spring of 1829, the author of this work, whom curiosity had brought into Spain, made a rambling expedition from Seville to Granada in company with a friend, a member of the Russian Embassy at Madrid. Accident had thrown us together from distant regions of the globe and a similarity of taste led us to wander together among the romantic mountains of Andalusia. Should these pages meet his eye, wherever thrown by the duties of his station, whether mingling in the pageantry of courts, or meditating on the truer glories of nature, may they recall the scenes of our adventurous companionship, and with them the recollection of one, in whom neither time nor distance will obliterate the remembrance of his gentleness and worth.[1]

And here, before setting forth, let me indulge in a few previous remarks on Spanish scenery and Spanish travelling. Many are apt to picture Spain to their imaginations as a soft southern region, decked out with the luxuriant charms of voluptuous Italy. On the contrary, though there are exceptions in some of the maritime provinces, yet, for the greater part, it is a stern, melancholy country, with rugged mountains, and long sweeping plains, destitute of trees, and indescribably silent and lonesome, partaking of the savage and solitary character of Africa. What adds to this silence and loneliness, is the absence of singing-birds, a natural consequence of the want of groves and hedges. The vulture and the eagle are seen wheeling about the mountain-cliffs, and soaring over the plains, and groups of shy bustards stalk about the heaths; but the myriads of smaller birds, which animate the whole face of other countries, are met with in but few provinces in Spain, and in those chiefly among the orchards and gardens which surround the habitations of man.

In the interior provinces the traveller occasionally traverses great tracts cultivated with grain as far as the eye can reach, waving at times with verdure, at other times naked and sunburnt, but he looks round in vain for the hand that has tilled the soil. At length he perceives some village on a steep hill, or rugged crag, with mouldering battlements and ruined watchtower: a stronghold, in old times, against civil war, or Moorish inroad; for the custom among the peasantry of congregating together for mutual protection is still kept up in most parts of Spain, in consequence of the maraudings of roving freebooters.

But though a great part of Spain is deficient in the garniture of groves and forests, and the softer charms of ornamental cultivation, yet its scenery is noble in its severity and in unison with the attributes of its people; and I think that I better understand the proud, hardy, frugal, and abstemious Spaniard, his manly defiance of hardships, and contempt of effeminate indulgences, since I have seen the country he inhabits.

There is something, too, in the sternly simple features of the Spanish landscape, that impresses on the soul a feeling of sublimity. The immense plains of the Castiles and of La Mancha, extending as far as the eye can reach, derive an interest from their very nakedness and immensity, and possess, in some degree, the solemn grandeur of the ocean. In ranging over these boundless wastes, the eye catches sight here and there of a straggling herd of cattle attended by a lonely herdsman, motionless as a statue, with his long slender pike tapering up like a lance into the air; or beholds a long train of mules slowly moving along the waste like a train of camels in the desert; or a single horseman, armed with blunderbuss and stiletto, and prowling over the plain. Thus the country, the habits, the very looks of the people, have something of the Arabian character. The general insecurity of the country is evinced in the universal use of weapons. The herdsman in the field, the shepherd in the plain, has his musket and his knife. The wealthy villager rarely ventures to the market-town without his trabuco, and, perhaps, a servant on foot with a blunderbuss on his shoulder; and the most petty journey is undertaken with the preparation of a warlike enterprise.