The Alhambra . oothing his coal-black hair to hear a mass,and to put up a prayer for a prosperous wayfaring across thesierra. And now steals forth on fairy foot the gentle seilora,in trim basquina, with restless fan in hand, and dark eye flash-ing from beneath the gracefully folded mantilla; she seekssome well-frequented church to offer up her morning orisons :but the nicely adjusted dress, the dainty shoe and cobweb I40 THE ALHAMBRA stocking, the raven tresses exquisitely braided, the fresh-pkickedrose, gleaming among them like a gem, show that earth divideswith Heaven the empiie of her thoug
The Alhambra . oothing his coal-black hair to hear a mass,and to put up a prayer for a prosperous wayfaring across thesierra. And now steals forth on fairy foot the gentle seilora,in trim basquina, with restless fan in hand, and dark eye flash-ing from beneath the gracefully folded mantilla; she seekssome well-frequented church to offer up her morning orisons :but the nicely adjusted dress, the dainty shoe and cobweb I40 THE ALHAMBRA stocking, the raven tresses exquisitely braided, the fresh-pkickedrose, gleaming among them like a gem, show that earth divideswith Heaven the empiie of her thoughts. Keep an eye uponher, careful mother, or virgin aunt, or vigilant duenna, which-ever you may be, that walk behind ! As the morning advances, the din of labour augments onevery side ; the streets are thronged with man, and steed, andbeast of burden, and there is a hum and murmur, like thesurges of the ocean. As the sun ascends to his meridian, thehum and bustle gradually decline ; at the height of noon there. The Market. is a pause. The panting city sinks into lassitude, and for sev-eral hours there is a general repose. The windows are closed,the curtains drawn, the inhabitants retire into the coolest re-cesses of their mansions ; the full-fed monk snores in his dor-mitory ; the brawny porter lies stretched on the pavementbeside his burden : the peasant and the labourer sleep beneaththe trees of the Alameda, lulled by the sultry chirping of thelocust. The streets are deserted, except by the water-carrier,who refreshes the ear by proclaiming the merits of his sparklingbeverage, colder than the mountain snow {jnasfria que la nieve).
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