Burlington hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington, Iowa) 1845-185?, 1846-12-10

desire for the conflict. Then the Skin.
mishing of the foremost-the roaring of
the dread artillery, and the shouts of the
combas4 .. as the encounlering squad
rons metglike two torrents dashing from
opposite heights, and meeting in one con-
fined basin. Then he told how for a
time the arms Of the Christians had pre-
vailed, and how tina, Muley- Moloch, (of
whose death he was still unaware, so
carefully had it been concealed by the
Moorish captains had himself rallied the
true believers: he spoke too of Abdallah's
danger, and told how he had been saved
by the generous King of the Portuguese
in person. for the grateful Abdalah had,
ere quitting the field. told his friend all
.ha, had occurred.) He then proceeded
to relate his own individual feais, ex,oll,
ing his own vaor and depressing tina, Of
the Portuguese beyond measure. Indig-
nan,, but in silence. did Dom Sebastian
listen; but when Ismael went on to say
that the King himself had fallen by his
hanJs-thal his scimitar had avenged the
insults so long heaped upon Africa by
the Portuguese. by the death Of Dom
Sebastian himself, whom he said he had
encountered hand TO hand, and stretched
bleeding and dishonored at his feet, the
King could no longer contain himself, but
interrupted the boasler, exclaiming.
"Dishonored! j, is false! lie, the slave
who says so meet me now as am-il
he dare! am Dom Sebastian!'
As he spoke, he endeavored TO raise
himself and grasp his sword; and the as
loBished Ismael beheId before him the
King of Portugal: and the stranger
words revealed 10 Cidi- Hamet and to Xa.
rfa, in their guest, not the SLAYER, but the
preserver of their son and brother!
In few minutes all was explained
and Ismael, The friend and brother III
arms of Abdallah, and the prelender to
Xarifa's hand, had not only promised to
conceal Dom Sebaslian's place Of refuge,
but had pledged himself TO accompany
him, should Abdallah not have returned,
when the Kings wounds might permit
him to travel; and to place him in safety
within the walls of Arzilla.
CHAPTER ". A few days repose aid.
ed by the cares and skill Of the beautiful
Xarifa, was sufficient TO restore Dom Sc
bas,an in some degree, though he was
still too weak to be able to undertake The
Journey to Arzilla, snd passed his hours
extended on the couch, brooding over his
misfortunes. and his past, but now van
ished dreams Of glory. Sometimes he
would form plans for returning to Poru-
gal-again calling his faithful vassals
around him-and once more landing in
Africa with a force that nothing could
oppose, TO take vengeance for his defeat;
but in the midst of these proud hopes
the fatal plains Of Alcacer-quiver, drench
ed in the blood Of his noblest and braves
subjects, would rush across his sight
Such Of his peers as had escaped the
slaughter were caF,ves: and even should
he succeed in reaching his own domn-
ions in safety, where could he now find
the means Of again equipping such gal
liant army as tina. which he had already
led! When these sad recollec,ons cross
ed his mind, the proud monarch would
resolve never 10 return to his kingdom,
on which his rashness had brought such
ruin; but TO finish his days in some clOis.
ter, where. under another name, the I'M
fortunate Dom Sebastian might live. for
getting and forgotten by The world.--
From these morbid reveries he was often
reused by the kind attentions. or the soft
voice Of his gentle and lovely nurse
Beautiful indeed was Xarifa. and pure as
the first rays of the morning! Daughter
of Cidi Hamet and of Christian captive
whom he had espoused, she was now in
her eighteenth year. slight and elegantly
formed. Her complexion. (which wa.
yet more enhanced by her Moorish dress.
was exqulsitely fair; her cheeks slightly
tinged with the rose of health. and he
lips of rich crimson, that made he
white and regular teeth appear still more
brilliant. Her face was perfectly oval
her eyes of deep hazel, shaded by silk
en- eyelashes Of raven hue, and sur
mounted by brows, whose long and darl
arches added beauty to her fair and opel
forehead Her hair, which flowed il
luxuriant ringlels, was OF rich brown
possessed Of that golden reflection which
is as rare as it is beautiful, her arms
hands and fee, nigh. have served as mod
els to the sculptor, and furnished a form
as graceful as symmetry, youth and healtl
could make it. Her frank and open coun
tenance, which at once expressed every
emotion of her soul, and her full eyes
now dazzling as sun-llt stream, nov
swimming in sea Of liquid light. wer
SO beautiful, that few indeed could NEE
their glance, and not feel their influence
Gradually, as her charms found the wa,
to Dom Sebaslian's hitherto impassiv
heart, his dreams Of vengeance and Of tn
closter were alike forgotten; the crown
Of Portugal, too, was as nothing in hi
eyes, compared to the possession Of tn
beautiful Mooress, and he now though
only of passing his days in the desert
where he was, in her company. Ii wa
the first time he had ever loved, and hi
heart, filled altogether with The novel pas
sion, soon forgot all else: nor was his a!
lection unreturned.
Concluded neat aceek,