The New York herald., 1879-02-03


in Spain. Most of the lovers that have seen at
their barred windows have been without musical in
struments take it. therefore, that the guitar comes
in as overture perhaps in the beginning before Ro-
meo has made any headway and when he thinks an
air from "Rigoletto'' or "Don Pasquale" may de-
velop the situation or entice glove or ribbon. II
Romeo is known to the family OF his Juliet as seri-
ous. proper person. who has day of dissipation
but the bull fights Corpus Christi. then he is
allowed to come to the barred window, and Juliet
may talk to him through the raised edge of the cur
tain. Perhaps he may be allowed to touch her lips
with his fingers but his presence at the window in
dicates that he is favored lover. He never enters
the home Of his love until he comes to take her to
church. Perhaps in special the evening before
the ceremony he may come, with few friends.
ANpALUsIAN
1t is as you saunter along the streets that you see
the outside life of Spain. As the afternoon engthens
and the white houses become tawny III the shadows
of the descending it is pleasant to stroll out 10
the Battery You have to your road for in
this mazy town the first into any road will
lead to the Battery. All the world is going with
you-grsve. stately sehors to smoke their cigarettes
in the cooling, wholesome air and gracious seforas
in their bewitchng Spanish costumes. who glance at
you with their deep. black Oriental eyes and float
along. My best authority the ladies of Cadiz is
this beauty at the expense of higher qualities when
he pays Cadz "sweeter though ignoble prasee"
and tells how Aphrodte made her shrive within
these white walls. Lord Byron more of poet
than historian in these criticisms You trust
His Lordship in his descriptions of scenery but not in
historical or moral reflections And as you float on
this ripple of beauty that watts toward the Bat
terry and the you feel that much beauty must
have higher purpose than revelry and crime and
that the sweeping lines in "Childe Harold" ap
piled to Cadiz because they happened to
fit, and might we'll have been writ
ten about Cowes or Hamburg. In the
evening every one goes to the Battery The air is
warm with the sunshine with airs that come from
Africa yet tempered with the ever-soothing influence
of the sea. The gardens in bloom-the orange
the pomegranate, the banana and the palm. You
stroll along the Battery wall and look out the
The ripple the shore with the faintest mur
mur. feet OF fishing boats is at anchor, and their
graceful bending masts recall the ateen masts Of the
Nile. couple of boats have just come in and are
beached above the receding tide. and the fishermen
up TO their knees in water are scrubbing the sides
and the keel The work is pleasant and the sea has
been good hope. in its offerings, for they sing
graceful song to tighten their abors The tinkling
bells denote the patient, heavy-laden donkeys who
pace their slow along the beach, laden with fish
the white walls rising the terraced hills. glowing
with white as they against this deep blue
sky. There Moorish domes and Arabian tnrrets,
that show all the meaning Of their graceful outlines
you see them now massed into picture, warmed
with the richer hues of the descending sun. How
beautiful is Cadiz. you her now, looking
out like sentinel upon the sea! And thus she has
stood, sentinel between contending civilizations,
for ages. am almost afraid to say how many ages;
but the books will tell you that Hercules founded
Cadiz more than three centuries before Rome was
born. eleven centuries before Saviour died. Here
where the oceans meet the southernmost point of
Continental Europe, teeming Africa only step be-
yond-here for ages, and through many civiliza-
tions, the city whose glowing towers grow pink and
purple in the suns passing rays has stood guard.
You think of the tides that have rolled and receded
over the Mediterranean world. of cities that once
ruled the world with their enterprise and splendor
of envious Babylon and forgotten Tyre and
that modest Cadiz, who never sought empire. never
challenged the cupidity of the bandit, has passed
through the storms that destroyed her splendid
rivals and seems good for centuries more just
this smooth sea, where you might run in few hours
with one of these fishing boats, is sandy seaside
plain where Arabs grow and dates and loll in
the MONDAY This Carthage, and how sho
looked down upon poor little Cadiz in her day. with
her fleets proudly sweeping around these shores
and promontories. with her armies striding over
mountain and valley, with her captains resolved to
conquer the world Yet of Carthage only the name
remains, only shadow. and modest Cadiz keeps her
guard here. watching the splendors of London and
New York and Paris, seeing all the world carry them
tribute. seeing the flags of the Engsh,nan sweep past
her shores as proudly the fleets of Hannibal and
Cesar in other days / wonder if beautiful Cadiz has
patience in recalling this and is content with her
modest work. and feels that she will keep guard per.
haps when the glory that now environs her has
passed like that which came from Carthage and
Rome. and the sceptre of worlds supremacy will
have passed to other hands
LAND AND SEA.
You think of these things You lean this
battery wall and look at the beautiful city growing
more beautiful in the purple and pearl of the de-
scending sun. freshening breeze over the
sea and the waves purr and play they gambol on
the rough, stony beach. ship comes hurryng in,
hugging the coast scudding on at full sail. How
beautiful she looks! Every sail set her flag sending
signals to the shore. her prov bent forward like
strong man running his race. anxious for the goal.
In few minutes the evening gun will fire and the
port will close. So she flies along. firm in her pur-
pose. eager diving, laden with the purposes and
achievements of another world. minister and
ger of peace. I remember ido discusson-per-
haps / read 1t In some forgotten book. perhaps
heard IL in some foolish dinner dcbate-as to which
the most beautiful object in the world maiden
the fuess Of her years. racehorsc at his highest
speed or ship in full sail. have forgotten what
my own views may have been; perhaps IL n SUBJ
ject which had not taken definite sides. But. look
ing this wall at the ship that with every sail
bent wooing the winds and striving for the haven,
well that the beauty it implies is of the
highest and noblest type. There is the beauty of
form, the snugy set keel brcasting the waves. the
lines that bend and curve. the lines that tower into
the air. There is the beauty of purpose-which
really is the soul Of all beautytho purpose being
win the race. TO carry her treasure TO make true
and good voyage. to do something. to defy wind and
and relentless and come into this harbor
and strew the wharf with corn. cotton oil. There
is the beauty Of nature. for the is before and
long lines of hills crest the horizon and lust over