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The cave has long been shut up and the very site of it forgotten;

though; according to tradition; the entrance was somewhere about where

the stone cross stands in the small square of the seminary of

Carvajal; and this tradition appears in some degree corroborated by

the circumstances of the following story。

  There was at one time a student of Salamanca; Don Vicente by name;

of that merry but mendicant class; who set out on the road to learning

without a penny in pouch for the journey; and who; during college

vacations; beg from town to town and village to village to raise funds

to enable them to pursue their studies through the ensuing term。 He

was now about to set forth on his wanderings; and being somewhat

musical; slung on his back a guitar with which to amuse the villagers;

and pay for a meal or a night's lodgings。

  As he passed by the stone cross in the seminary square; he pulled

off his hat and made a short invocation to St。 Cyprian; for good luck;

when casting his eyes upon the earth; he perceived something glitter

at the foot of the cross。 On picking it up; it proved to be a seal

ring of mixed metal; in which gold and silver appeared to be

blended。 The seal bore as a device two triangles crossing each

other; so as to form a star。 This device is said to be a cabalistic

sign; invented by King Solomon the wise; and of mighty power in all

cases of enchantment; but the honest student; being neither sage nor

conjurer; knew nothing of the matter。 He took the ring as a present

from St。 Cyprian in reward of his prayer; slipped it on his finger;

made a bow to the cross; and strumming his guitar; set off merrily

on his wandering。

  The life of a mendicant student in Spain is not the most miserable

in the world; especially if he has any talent at making himself

agreeable。 He rambles at large from village to village; and city to

city; wherever curiosity or caprice may conduct him。 The country

curates; who; for the most part; have been mendicant students in their

time; give him shelter for the night; and a comfortable meal; and

often enrich him with several quartos; or half…pence in the morning。

As he presents himself from door to door in the streets of the cities;

he meets with no harsh rebuff; no chilling contempt; for there is no

disgrace attending his mendicity; many of the most learned men in

Spain having commenced their career in this manner; but if; like the

student in question; he is a good…looking varlet and a merry

companion; and; above all; if he can play the guitar; he is sure of

a hearty welcome among the peasants; and smiles and favors from

their wives and daughters。

  In this way; then; did our ragged and musical son of learning make

his way over half the kingdom; with the fixed determination to visit

the famous city of Granada before his return。 Sometimes he was

gathered for the night into the fold of some village pastor; sometimes

he was sheltered under the humble but hospitable roof of the

peasant。 Seated at the cottage door with his guitar; he delighted

the simple folk with his ditties; or striking up a fandango or bolero;

set the brown country lads and lasses dancing in the mellow

twilight。 In the morning he departed with kind words from host and

hostess; and kind looks and; peradventure; a squeeze of the hand

from the daughter。

  At length he arrived at the great object of his musical

vagabondizing; the far…famed city of Granada; and hailed with wonder

and delight its Moorish towers; its lovely Vega and its snowy

mountains glistering through a summer atmosphere。 It is needless to

say with what eager curiosity he entered its gates and wandered

through its streets; and gazed upon its oriental monuments。 Every

female face peering through a window or beaming from a balcony was

to him a Zorayda or a Zelinda; nor could he meet a stately dame on the

Alameda but he was ready to fancy her a Moorish princess; and to

spread his student's robe beneath her feet。

  His musical talent; his happy humor; his youth and his good looks;

won him a universal welcome in spite of his ragged robes; and for

several days he led a gay life in the old Moorish capital and its

environs。 One of his occasional haunts was the fountain of

Avellanos; in the valley of the Darro。 It is one of the popular

resorts of Granada; and has been so since the days of the Moors; and

here the student had an opportunity of pursuing his studies of

female beauty; a branch of study to which he was a little prone。

  Here he would take his seat with his guitar; improvise

love…ditties to admiring groups of majos and majas; or prompt with his

music the ever ready dance。 He was thus engaged one evening; when he

beheld a padre of the church advancing at whose approach every one

touched the hat。 He was evidently a man of consequence; he certainly

was a mirror of good if not of holy living… robust and rosy…faced; and

breathing at every pore; with the warmth of the weather and the

exercise of the walk。 As he passed along he would every now and then

draw a maravedi out of his pocket and bestow it on a beggar; with an

air of signal beneficence。 〃Ah; the blessed father!〃 would be the cry;

〃long life to him; and may he soon be a bishop!〃

  To aid his steps in ascending the hill he leaned gently now and then

on the arm of a handmaid; evidently the pet…lamb of this kindest of

pastors。 Ah; such a damsel! Andalus from head to foot: from the rose

in her hair to the fairy shoe and lacework stocking… Andalus in

every movement; in every undulation of the body… ripe; melting

Andalus! But then so modest!… so shy!… ever; with downcast eyes;

listening to the words of the padre; or; if by chance she let flash

a side glance; it was suddenly checked and her eyes once more cast

to the ground。

  The good padre looked benignantly on the company about the fountain;

and took his seat with some emphasis on a stone bench; while the

handmaid hastened to bring him a glass of sparkling water。 He sipped

it deliberately and with a relish; tempering it with one of those

spongy pieces of frosted eggs and sugar so dear to Spanish epicures;

and on returning the glass to the hand of the damsel pinched her cheek

with infinite loving…kindness。

  〃Ah; the good pastor!〃 whispered the student to himself; 〃what a

happiness would it be to be gathered into his fold with such a

pet…lamb for a companion!〃

  But no such good fare was likely to befall him。 In vain he essayed

those powers of pleasing which he had found so irresistible with

country curates and country lasses。 Never had he touched his guitar

with such skill; never had he poured forth more soul…moving ditties;

but he had no longer a country curate or country lass to deal with。

The worthy priest evidently did not relish music; and the modest

damsel never raised her eyes from the ground。 They remained but a

short time at the fountain; the good padre hastened their return to

Granada。 The damsel gave the student one shy glance in retiring; but

it plucked the heart out of his bosom!

  He inquired about them after they had gone。 Padre Tomas was one of

the saints of Granada; a model of regularity; punctual in his hour

of rising; his hour of taking a paseo for an appetite; his hours of

eating; his hour of taking his siesta; his hour of playing his game of

tresillo; of an evening; with some of the dames of the Cathedral

circle; his hour of supping; and his hour of retiring to rest; to

gather fresh strength for another day's round of similar duties。 He

had an easy sleek mule for his riding; a matronly housekeeper

skilled in preparing tit…bits for his table; and the pet lamb; to

smooth his pillow at night and bring him his chocolate in the morning。

  Adieu now to the gay; thoughtless life of the student; the side

glance of a bright eye had been the undoing of him。 Day and night he

could not get the image of this most modest damsel out of his mind。 He

sought the mansion of the padre。 Alas! it was above the class

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