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    her voice ; and then in his loneliness he fancied in the distance strange sounds—combined wild Moorish modulations and solemn church music . Suddenly he heard the clang of armour near him ; a Moorish cavalier , mounted on an Arab steed , passed rapidly by , and a javelin whistled close to the ear of Aguilar .

    He would have rushed upon the aggressor , but a second javelin struck the chest of his charger ; mad with rage and pain , the animal sprung forward , and then fell , rolling with its rider on the earth . The Spaniard quickly disengaged himself , but already the Moor was above him , standing in his stirrups with his scimitar

    raised . Aguilar , in the twinkling of an eye , threw himself upon his antagonist , grappled him vigorously in his nervous arms , bore him to the ground , and , putting his knee upon his breast , placed his poniard at his throat . He would have pierced him , but the Moor pronounced the name of Zuleima . < c Wretch ! " exclaimed

    Aguilar , whose name do you call upon ?" ' " Strike , strike ! " said the Moor ; " strike him who has sworn thy death . Know , Christian , that Hichem is the last of the race of Alhamar ; know that it was I who carried oft * Zuleima ; know that I was the mendicant who burned thy idolatrous temple , to save the soul of my thoughts ! Strike ! take my life ! I would have taken thine . " ' " Julia—Zuleima—is she living ? " exclaimed Aguilar .

    ' Hichem laughed horridly . ( e She lives , but thy gory , thorncrowned idol has struck her with a magic curse ; the beautiful flower withered in your hands ; her melodious voice is silent , and the life of Zuleima is also quenching . Take my life , Christian ; you have already taken from me more than life . " ' Aguilar raised himself slowly . " Hichem , " said he , " Zuleima was my prisoner by the laws of war ; enlightened by grace , she renounced Mahomet . Call not ' the soul of thy thoughts ' one whom I have chosen for my love , or prepare to dispute the cause with me in fair and knightly combat . Take to thy weapons !" ' Hichem took again speedily his buckler and his scimitar ; but , instead of attacking Aguilar , he sprung upon his steed , and , spurring it , dashed away with the rapidity of lightning . ' Here the chapel-master imitated upon the piano the noise of a cavalier galloping off ; the tale-teller signed not to be interrupted ( , and continued his recital .

    Beaten continually in their sorties , and pressed by famine , the Moors were forced at last to capitulate , and Ferdinand and Isabella made their triumphal entry into Granada . The priests consecrated the great mosque into a cathedral , and assembled there to sing a grand Te Deum , and to thank the God of armies . Knowing the desperate fury and fanaticism of the Moors , divisions of troops were placed in the streets to protect the procession . Dai ) Aguilar commanded one of those divisions ; and , as he was

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    The Smctu * . 89

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), Feb. 2, 1835, page 89, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse-os.kdl.kcl.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2642/page/9/