The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1870-10-19

hut down below, nearly in the rivers bed.
The river has been almost for year entirely
without water, and nov, in its dried-up state,
it had been converted into a market place.
Horses and asses stood in il bound in pairs
viands we're being cooked in pots and pans
over blnzing fires; tables and plates we're laid
it would have made good sketch!
Collin and drove for at least mile in the
empty bed of the river. One of the rich
merchants of Malaga, nj. Delius, to whom l
had brought an introduction, had invited us
to make this excursion. He wished to take
us to his villa and his beautiful garden. An
impenetrable hedge of gigantic cacti crowd
ing the sides of the hill fenced it in. The
garden, laid out in the form of terraces, was
rich in trees of every variety; there was a
grateful shade under the orange trees aud
the bananas. Tall pepper-trees, with their
reddish-colored berries, like string beans,
were dropping as willows do their boughs
over the clear greenish water in the basins.
Here stood lofty palm trees and rarer pines
Here also were citron trees and high blossom
ing geraniums; passion flowers hung in masses
like the honeysuckle on our village hedges.
Here fourished in the sunshine extra
ordinary liy-shaped fovers-I thought
1 recognized them from the ara
besque designs of gold and silver /
had seen in the old story books The most
expensive plant here, [ was told, was the
green grass. couple of large fields looked
so fresh, and we're kept in such beautiful
order, that it seemed as if each blade were
trimmed and washed. The air was cool,
almost too cool for us, who had come from
the deep, hot valley beneath, and had now
ascended on foot to the highest terrace in the
garden. Malaga lay below us; the immense
cathedral looked like an ark upon q petrified,
foam-white sea. We visited another villa on
our way home. 1t had been forsaken by its
owner; he had ruined himself by speculating
in water-that is to say, he had spent his
whole fortune in constructing in his garden
enormous stone basins in which to collect the
rain water from the hills, intending to distri-
butte it widely for consumption The gar
den was now overgrown with weeds, and
water stood stagnant and green in the deep
cisterns, as if it knew its Importance and
yet it was not fit to drink. Reptiles were in
abundance, but not bird was heard to sing.
The sunbeams were scorching here, but they
were still more scorcbing as we drove through
the dry, stony river bed; we were devoured
by thirst. 1t was very refreshing to get a
cactus fruit-chUnbuS it was called. 1 vowed,
in gratitude for its cooling drink, that
should put it into song-it whose flowers and
fruit bear the colors of SPAIN
Yes, yellow and red are the colors of Spain;
In banners and flags they are waving on high;
And the cactus flower has adopted them too
In the warm sunshine to dazzle the eye.
Then symbol OF Spain, thou flower Of the sum-
When the Moors Of old were driven away,
Thou didst not with them abandon thy home,
But stayed with thy fruit and thy blossoms gay,
The thousand daggers that hide In thy leaves
Cannot rescue thee from the love Of gain;
Too often 1T is thy fate to be sold
Thou sunny fruit with the colors of Spain.
The following is from the chapter on
| Grenada
The following morning the scene of the
fray appeared in its usual beauty and tran
quillity. The sunbeams played through the
branches of the trees; the fountain spashed;
the clear water in the bitches streamed on
ward, bearing with it freshly plucked roses.
Castanets sounded; handsome young lad,
clad in velvet, with well combed hair, danced
in the middle of the dusty road, with little
girl scarcely twelve years of age, poorly but
neatly dressed; she wore a corn-hower blue
frock, a rose-red apron, and yellow dahlia
dropped in her black hair. The dance was
graceful, and, as it proceeded, full of passion.
There passed, too, band of gyp-
sizes in holiday attire, probably a whole
family, the women equipped in violent colors,
and with fiery red flowers in their shining
black hair. Even the tiny children, who were
being carried had each stuck blossom into
its hair. This family the author later saw
figuring in part of the Alhambra which was
being photographed. "They stood and lay
in groups round the COURT some of the
smallest children were perfectly naked; two
young girls with dahlias in their hair stood in
dancing position holding castanets; an old,
fearfully ugly gypsy, with long grey hair, was
leaning against slender marble column, as
he played the zdm60mbd, a sort of kettle.
drum; stout but extremely pretty woman,
in tueked.up embroidered dress, struck the
tamborine"