Leila; or, The siege of Granada: and Calderon, the courtier . red the spot where they sat were put aside, andbetween the women and the fountain stood the darkform of Almamen, the Israelite. Leila rose, shrieked,and flung herself, unconscious, on his breast. O Lord of Israel! cried Almamen, in a tone ofdeep anguish, do I, then, at last regain my child?do I press her to my heart? and is it only for thatbrief moment, when I stand upon the brink of death?Leila, my child, look up! smile upon thy father : lethim feel, on his maddening and burning brow, thesweet breath of the last of his race, and be
Leila; or, The siege of Granada: and Calderon, the courtier . red the spot where they sat were put aside, andbetween the women and the fountain stood the darkform of Almamen, the Israelite. Leila rose, shrieked,and flung herself, unconscious, on his breast. O Lord of Israel! cried Almamen, in a tone ofdeep anguish, do I, then, at last regain my child?do I press her to my heart? and is it only for thatbrief moment, when I stand upon the brink of death?Leila, my child, look up! smile upon thy father : lethim feel, on his maddening and burning brow, thesweet breath of the last of his race, and bear withhim, at least, one holy and gentle thought to the darkgrave. My father! is it indeed my father? said Leila,recovering herself, and drawing back, that she mightassure herself of that familiar face; it is thou! it is—it is! Oh! what blessed chance brings us together ? That chance is the destiny that now guides meto my tomb, answ^ered Almamen, solemnly. Hark!hear you not the sound of their rushing steeds — theirimpatient voices ? They are on me now!. THE FUGITIVE AND THE MEETING. 187 Who ? Of whom speakest thou ? My pursuers—the horsemen of the , sehora, save him! cried Leila, turning toDonna Inez, whom both father and child had hithertoforgotten, and who now stood gazing upon Almamenwith wondering and anxious eyes. Whither can hefly? The vaults of the castle may conceal him. Thisway—hasten ! Stay, said Inez, trembling, and approachingclose to Almamen: do I see aright? and, amidstthe dark change of years and trial, do I recognise thatstately form, which once contrasted to the sad eye ofa mother the drooping and faded form of her onlyson? Art thou not he who saved my boy from thepestilence, who accompanied him to the shores ofNaples, and consigned him to these arms? Look onme ! dost thou not recall the mother of thy friend? I recall thy features, dimly and as in a dream,answered the Hebrew ; and, while thou speakest,rush upon me the memories of an earlier
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