Before he had summoned courage to execute this design, however, it chanced one night as he was returning to his lodgings, that he passed in a shadowy part of the road a person whom he recognized as the unknown Cavalier, going in the direction of the tower with a companion. Antonio watched them at a short distance. As they approached the building, the Cavalier took a dark lantern and threw off his cloak, while his companion brought a ladder from a clump of trees, and placed it against the wall, immediately under the chamber of Inez: the curtain of the window was drawn, but the casement was open, and a light was burning in her chamber. Antonio saw his rival ascend the ladder, and heard a stifled shriek from within: at a blow he laid prostrate the fellow who stood at the foot of the ladder, wrested from him his stiletto, hurried up the ladder, sprang in at the window, and found Inez struggling in the grasp of her ravisher. A conflict ensued, in which Antonio was wounded, and his antagonist escaped. A double interest was now excited in his favor; and the student, recovering under the soft attentions of Inez, was relieved from his jealousy by the assurance that her daring persecutor had clandestinely invaded her solitude to plead his insulting passion. Don Ambrosio de Loxa, indeed, was one of the most determined and dangerous libertines in all Grenada; artful, accomplished, and insinuating in his manners; headlong in the pursuit of his pleasures; violent and implacable in his resentments. Antonio, therefore, foreseeing that he would execute some deep revenge for the disappointment which he had sustained, urged his apprehensions to the Alchymist and his daughter, and persuaded them to exchange the dangerous vicinity of Grenada for the greater security of Valentia. To recruit his strength, the student suspended his toils in the laboratory; and before their departure from Grenada he spent a few days in perambulating the romantic hills of the neighbourhood, Inez being often the companion of his walks: In one of their evening strolls, they had ascended to the mountain of the Sun, where is situated the Generaliffe, the palace of pleasure in the days of Moorish dominion, but now a gloomy convent of capuchins. They had wandered about its garden, among groves of orange, citron, and cypress, where the waters, leaping in torrents, or gushing in fountains, or tossed aloft in sparkling jets, fill the air with music and freshness. There is a melancholy mingled with all the beauties of this garden, that gradually stole over the feelings of the lovers. The place is full of the sad story of past times. It was the favourite abode of the lovely queen of Grenada, where she was surrounded by the delights of a gay and voluptuous court. It was here, too, amidst her her own bowers of roses, that her slanderers laid the base story of her dishonour, and struck a fatal blow to the line of the gallant Abencerrages. The whole garden has a look of ruin and neglect. Many of the fountains are dry and broken; the streams have wandered from their marble channels, and are choked by weeds and yellow leaves. The reed whistles to the wind where it had once sported among roses, and shaken perfume from the orange blossom. The convent bell flings its sullen sound, or the drowsy vesper hymn floats along these solitudes, which once resounded with the song, and the dance, and the lover's serenade. Well may the Moors lament over the loss of this earthly paradise; well may they remember it in their prayers, and beseech heaven to restore it to the faithful; well may their ambassadors smite their breasts when they behold these monuments of their race, and sit down and weep among the fading glories of Grenada! It is impossible to wander about these scenes of departed love and gaiety, and not feel the tenderness of the heart awakened. It was then that Antonio first ventured to breathe his passion, and to express by words what his eyes had long since so eloquently revealed. He made his avowal with fervour, but with frankness, He had no gay prospects to hold out: he was a poor scholar, dependent on his "good spirits to feed and clothe him." But a woman in love is no interested calculator. Inez listened to him with downcast eyes, but in them was a humid gleam that showed her heart was with him. She had no prudery in her nature; and she had not been sufficiently in society to acquire it. She loved him with all the absence of worldliness of a genuine woman; and, amidst timid smiles and blushes, he drew from her a modest acknowledgment of her affection. They wandered about the garden with that sweet intoxication of the soul which none but happy lovers know. The world about them was all fairy land; and, indeed, it spread forth one of its fairest scenes before their eyes, as if to fulfil their dream of earthly happiness. They looked out from between groves of orange upon the towers of Grenada below them; the magnificent plain of the Vega beyond, streaked with evening sunshine, and the distant hills tinted with rosy and purple hues; it seemed an emblem of the happy future that love and hope was decking out for them. As if to make the scene complete, a group of Andalusians struck up a dance, in one of the vistas of the garden, to the guitars of two wandering musicians. The Spanish music is wild and plaintive, yet the people dance to it with spirit and enthusiasm. The picturesque figures of the dancers; the girls with their hair in silken nets that hung in knots and tassels down their backs, their mantillas floating round their graceful forms, their slender feet peeping from under their basquinas, their arms tossed up in the air to play the castanets, had a beautiful effect on this airy height, with the rich evening landscape spreading out below them. When the dance was ended, two of the parties approached Antonio and Inez; one of them began a soft and tender Moorish ballad, ballad, accompanied by the other on the lute. It alluded to the story of the garden, the wrongs of the fair queen of Grenada, and the misfortunes of the Abencerrages. It was one of those old ballads that abound in this part of Spain, and live, like echoes, about the ruins of Moorish greatness. The heart of Inez was at that moment open to every tender impression; the tears rose into her eyes as she listened to the tale. The singer approached nearer to her; she was striking in her appearance; young, beautiful, with a mixture of wildness and melancholy in her fine black eyes. She fixed them mournfully and expressively on Inez, and suddenly varying her manner, sang another ballad, which treated of impending danger and treachery. All this might have passed for a mere accidental caprice of the singer, had there not been something in her look, manner, and gesticulation, that made it pointed and startling.' The meditated mischief was too soon put in execution: Antonio had taken his leave of Inez for the night, and was returning to his lodgings when he found himself suddenly surrounded by armed men; one of whom threw a mantle over him that stifled his cries and enveloped him in its folds, and he was hurried off with irresistible rapidity. The ground being thus cleared of her vigilant and courageous lover, it was no difficult matter for a nobleman of such rank and opulence as Ambrosio de Loxa to engage the familiars of the most Holy Inquisition in securing the person of the poor Alchymist, as one who was engaged in dangerous and forbidden pursuits, and employing the agency of the spirits of another world. He was accordingly plunged into the dungeons of that tribunal, and the fainting Inez was conducted to the voluptuous palace of the monster who sought her destruction. The The apartments were furnished in the most sumptuous and voluptuous manner; the silken couches swelled to the touch, and sunk in downy softness beneath the slightest pressure. paintings and statues all told some classic tale of love, managed, however, with an insidious delicacy; which, while it banished the grossness that might disgust, was the more calculated to excite the imagination. There the blooming Adonis was seen, not breaking away to pursue the boisterous chase, but crowned with flowers, and languishing in the embraces of celestial beauty. There Acis wooed his Galatea in the shade, with the Sicilian sea spreading in halcyon serenity before them. There were depicted groups of fawns and dryads, fondly reclining in summer bowers, and listening to the liquid piping of the reed; or the wanton satyrs surprising some wood-nymph during her noontide slumber. There, too, on the storied tapestry, might be seen the chaste Diana, stealing, in the mystery of moonlight, to kiss the sleeping Endymion; while Cupid and Psyche, entwined in immortal marble, breathed on each other's lips the early kiss of love. • The The ardent rays of the sun were excluded from these balmy halls; soft and tender music from unseen musicians floated around, seeming to mingle with the perfumes that were exhaled from a thousand flowers. At night, when the moon shed a fairy light over the scene, the tender serenade would rise from among the bowers of the garden, in which the fine voice of Don Ambrosio might often be distinguished; or the amorous flute would be heard along the mountain, breathing in its pensive cadences the very soul of a lover's melancholy. • Various entertainments were also devised to dispel her loneliness, and to charm away the idea of confinement. Groups of Andalusian dancers performed, in the splendid saloons, the various picturesque dances of their country; or represented little amorous ballets, which turned upon some pleasing scene of pastoral coquetry and courtship. Sometimes there were bands of singers, who, to the romantic guitar, warbled forth ditties full of passion and tenderness. • Thus all about her enticed to pleasure and voluptuousness; but the heart of Inez turned with distaste from this idle mockery. The tears would rush into her eyes as her thoughts reverted from this scene of profligate splendour, to the humble but virtuous home from whence she had been betrayed; or if the witching power of music ever soothed her into a tender reverie, it was to dwell with fondness on the image of Antonio. But if Don Ambrosio, deceived by this transient calm, should attempt at such time to whisper his passion, she would start as from a dream, and recoil from him with involuntary shuddering. She had passed one long day of more than ordinary sadness, and in the evening a band of these hired performers were exerting all the animating powers of song and dance to amuse her. But while the lofty saloon resounded with their warblings, and the light sound of feet upon its marble pavement kept time to the cadence of the song, poor Inez, with her face buried in the silken couch on which she reclined, was only rendered more wretched by the sound of gaiety. At length her attention was caught by the voice of one of the singers, that brought with it some indefinite recollections. She raised her head, and cast an anxious look at the performers, who, as usual, were at the lower end of the saloon. One of them advanced a little before the others. It was a female, dressed in a fanciful, pastoral garb, suited to the character she was sustaining; but her countenance was not to be mistaken. It was the same ballad-singer that had twice crossed her path, and given her mysterious intimations of the lurking mischief that surrounded her. When the rest of the performances were concluded, she seized a tambourine, and tossing it aloft, danced alone to the melody of her own voice. In the course of her dancing she approached to where Inez reclined; and as she struck the tambourine, contrived, dexterously, to throw a folded paper on the couch. Inez seized it with avidity, and concealed it in her bosom. The singing and dancing were at an end; the motley crew retired; and Inez, left alone, alone, hastened with anxiety to unfold the paper thus mysteriously conveyed. It was written in an agitated, and almost illegible, hand-writing; "Be on your guard! you are surrounded by treachery. Trust not to the forbearance of Don Ambrosio ; you are marked out for his prey. An humble victim to his perfidy gives you this warning; she is encompassed by too many dangers to be more explicit. Your father is in the dungeons of the inquisition !"'' - We have sketched thus much of the story of the Student of Salamanca,' in order to introduce a few specimens of the descriptive powers of Mr. Irving, which our readers will probably agree with us are very considerable. To pursue the tale would lead us too far, and tempt us, perhaps, to cull more flowers and steal more spices than honesty allows. Lest any love-sick youth, however, or tender-hearted maiden, should upbraid us with want of feeling in thus exciting an interest in the fate of Inez, and disappointing it at the most critical juncture, we are glad to relieve their anxiety by assuring them that the story terminates very happily; and so here we take our leave. ART. XI. Transactions of the Association of Fellows and Licentiates of the King's and Queen's College of Physicians in Ireland. Vol. II. 8vo. pp. 602. 16s. Boards. Dublin, Cumming; Loudon, Longman and Co. WWE have much pleasure in now presenting to our readers a second volume of these Transactions, and we congratulate the members of the association on the increasing value of their labors as they proceed. To each of the papers here communicated we shall briefly advert. Case of the Operation of Paracentesis of the Thorax. By Dr. N. Archer.-Eleven pints of an inodorous whey-like fluid were drawn off, mixed with a few solid masses; which latter, the author says, were discovered to be small branches of the bronchia in a shrivelled decayed state: but is it not more probable that they were portions of coagulable lymph, effused into the cavity of the pleura? The opening into the cavity of the chest continued to discharge for four months but the patient ultimately gained strength, and enjoyed tolerably good health for three years. We are not told, however, in what state he was when the account was published. The following extraordinary explanation of the case is offered by Dr. A.: It is probable, that an ulceration of the external pleura had taken place, and that a small lymphatic had been included in this ulceration, |