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There were three of these openings in the causeway,
and most fortunate would it have been for the expedition if the
foresight of the commander had provided the same number of
bridges. But the labor would have been great, and time was
short.
―――――――
At midnight the troops were under arms, in readiness for
the march. Mass was performed by Father Olmedo, who invoked
the protection of the Almighty through the awful perils of the
night. The gates were thrown open; and on the first of July,
1520, the Spaniards for the last time sallied forth from the walls
of the ancient fortress, the scene of so much suffering and such
indomitable courage.
The night was cloudy; and a drizzling rain, which fell without
intermission, added to the obscurity. The great square before
the palace was deserted, as indeed it had been since the fall of
Montezuma. Steadily, and as noiselessly as possible, the Span-
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lately had resounded with the tumult of battle. All was now
hushed in silence; and they were only reminded of the past by
the occasional presence of some solitary corpse, or a dark heap
of the slain, which too plainly told where the strife had been hot-
test. As they passed along the lanes and alleys which opened
into the great street, or looked down the canals, whose polished
surface gleamed with a sort of ebon lustre through the obscur-
ity of night, they easily fancied that they discerned the shadowy
forms of their foe lurking in ambush and ready to spring on
them.
But it was only fancy; and the city slept undisturbed
even by the prolonged echoes of the tramp of the horses and the
hoarse rumbling of the artillery and baggage trains. At length a
lighter space beyond the dusky line of buildings showed the van
of the army that it was emerging on the open causeway. They
might well have congratulated themselves on having thus escaped
the dangers of an assault in the city itself, and that a brief time
would place them in comparative safety on the opposite shore.
But the Mexicans were not all asleep.
As the Spaniards drew near the spot where the street opened
on the causeway, and were preparing to lay the portable bridge
across the uncovered breach which now met their eyes, several
Indian sentinels who had been stationed at this, as at the other
approaches to the city, took the alarm and fled, rousing their
countrymen by their cries. The priests, keeping their night-
watch on the summit of the teocallis, instantly caught the tidings
and sounded their shells, while the huge drum in the desolate
temple of the war-god sent forth those solemn tones, which,
heard only in seasons of calamity, vibrated through every corner
of the capital. The Spaniards saw that no time was to be lost.
The bridge was brought forward and fitted with all possible ex-
pedition. Sandoval was the first to try its strength; and riding
across, was followed by his little body of chivalry,—his infantry
and Tlascalan allies, who formed the first division of the army.
Then came Cortés and his squadrons, with the baggage, ammu-
nition wagons, and a part of the artillery. But before they had
time to defile across the narrow passage, a gathering sound
was heard, like that of a mighty forest agitated by the winds.
It grew louder and louder, while on the dark waters of the
lake was heard a plashing noise, as of many oars. Then came
a few stones and arrows striking at random among the hurry-
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till they thickened into a terrible tempest; while the very heav-
ens were rent with the yells and war-cries of myriads of com-
batants, who seemed all at once to be swarming over land and
lake!
The Spaniards pushed steadily on through this arrowy sleet;
though the barbarians, dashing their canoes against the sides of
the causeway, clambered up and broke in upon their ranks. But
the Christians, anxious only to make their escape, declined all
combat except for self-preservation. The cavaliers, spurring for-
ward their steeds, shook off their assailants and rode over their
prostrate bodies; while the men on foot, with their good swords
or the butts of their pieces, drove them headlong again down the
sides of the dike.
But the advance of several thousand men, marching probably
on a front of not more than fifteen or twenty abreast, necessarily
required much time; and the leading files had already reached
the second breach in the causeway before those in the rear had
entirely traversed the first. Here they halted, as they had no
means of effecting a passage; smarting all the while under un-
intermitting volleys from the enemy, who were clustered thick
on the waters around this second opening. Sorely distressed, the
vanguard sent repeated messages to the rear to demand the
portable bridge. At length the last of the army had crossed;
and Margarino and his sturdy followers endeavored to raise the
ponderous framework. But it stuck fast in the sides of the dike.
In vain they strained every nerve. The weight of so many men
and horses, and above all of the heavy artillery, had wedged the
timbers so firmly in the stones and earth that it was beyond
their power to dislodge them. Still they labored amidst a tor-
rent of missiles, until, many of them slain, and all wounded,
they were obliged to abandon the attempt.
The tidings soon spread from man to man; and no sooner
was their dreadful import comprehended than a cry of despair
arose, which for a moment drowned all the noise of conflict. All
means of retreat were cut off. Scarcely hope was left. The
only hope was in such desperate exertions as each could make
for himself. Order and subordination were at an end. Intense
danger produced intense selfishness. Each thought only of his
own life. Pressing forward, he trampled down the weak and the
wounded, heedless whether it were friend or foe. The leading
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gulf. Sandoval, Ordaz, and the other cavaliers dashed into the
water. Some succeeded in swimming their horses across; oth-
ers failed; and some who reached the opposite bank, being over-
turned in the ascent, rolled headlong with their steeds into the
lake. The infantry followed pell-mell, heaped promiscuously on
one another, frequently pierced by the shafts or struck down by
the war-clubs of the Aztecs; while many an unfortunate victim
was dragged half stunned on board their canoes, to be reserved
for a protracted but more dreadful death.
The carnage raged fearfully along the length of the cause-
way. Its shadowy bulk presented a mark of sufficient distinct-
ness for the enemy's missiles, which often prostrated their own.
countrymen in the blind fury of the tempest. Those nearest the
dike, running their canoes alongside with a force that shattered
them to pieces, leaped on the land, and grappled with the Christ-
ians until both came rolling down the side of the causeway
together. But the Aztec fell among his friends, while his antag-
onist was borne away in triumph to the sacrifice. The struggle
was long and deadly. The Mexicans were recognized by their
white cotton tunics, which showed faint through the darkness.
Above the combatants rose a wild and discordant clamor, in
which horrid shouts of vengeance were mingled with groans of
agony, with invocations of the saints and the blessed Virgin, and
with the screams of women; for there were several women, both
natives and Spaniards, who had accompanied the Christian camp.
Among these, one named Maria de Estrada is particularly noticed
for the courage she displayed, battling with broadsword and tar-
get like the stanchest of the warriors.
The opening in the causeway, meanwhile, was filled up with
the wreck of matter which had been forced into it,- ammunition
wagons, heavy guns, bales of rich stuffs scattered over the waters,
chests of solid ingots, and bodies of men and horses,-till over
this dismal ruin a passage was gradually formed, by which those
in the rear were enabled to clamber to the other side. Cortés, it
is said, found a place that was fordable; where, halting, with the
water up to his saddle-girths, he endeavored to check the con-
fusion, and lead his followers by a safer path to the opposite
bank. But his voice was lost in the wild uproar; and finally,
hurrying on with the tide, he pressed forwards with a few trusty
cavaliers who remained near his person, to the van; but not be-
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a corpse by his side. Here he found Sandoval and his com-
panions, halting before the third and last breach, endeavoring to
cheer on their followers to surmount it. But their resolution fal-
tered. It was wide and deep; though the passage was not so
closely beset by the enemy as the preceding ones. The cavaliers
again set the example by plunging into the water. Horse and
foot followed as they could, some swimming, others with dying
grasp clinging to the manes and tails of the struggling animals.
Those fared best, as the general had predicted, who traveled
lightest; and many were the unfortunate wretches who, weighed
down by the fatal gold which they loved so well, were buried
with it in the salt floods of the lake. Cortés, with his gallant
comrades Olid, Morla, Sandoval, and some few others, still kept
in the advance, leading his broken remnant off the fatal cause-
way. The din of battle lessened in the distance; when the
rumor reached them that the rear-guard would be wholly over-
whelmed without speedy relief. It seemed almost an act of
desperation; but the generous hearts of the Spanish cavaliers did
not stop to calculate danger when the cry for succor reached
them. Turning their horses' bridles, they galloped back to the
theatre of action, worked their way through the press, swam
the canal, and placed themselves in the thick of the mêlée on the
opposite bank.
waters.
The first gray of the morning was now coming over the
It showed the hideous confusion of the scene which had
been shrouded in the obscurity of night. The dark masses of
combatants, stretching along the dike, were seen struggling for
mastery, until the very causeway on which they stood appeared
to tremble, and reel to and fro, as if shaken by an earthquake;
while the bosom of the lake, as far as the eye could reach, was
darkened by canoes crowded with warriors, whose spears and
bludgeons, armed with blades of "volcanic glass," gleamed in the
morning light.
The cavaliers found Alvarado unhorsed, and defending himself
with a poor handful of followers against an overwhelming tide of
the enemy.
His good steed, which had borne him through many
a hard fight, had fallen under him. He was himself wounded
in several places, and was striving in vain to rally his scattered
column, which was driven to the verge of the canal by the fury
of the enemy, then in possession of the whole rear of the cause-
way, where they were reinforced every hour by fresh combatants
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from the city. The artillery in the earlier part of the engage.
ment had not been idle; and its iron shower, sweeping along the
dike, had mowed down the assailants by hundreds. But nothing
could resist their impetuosity. The front ranks, pushed on by
those behind, were at length forced up to the pieces, and pour-
ing over them like a torrent, overthrew men and guns in one
general ruin. The resolute charge of the Spanish cavaliers, who
had now arrived, created a temporary check, and gave time for
their countrymen to make a feeble rally. But they were speedily
borne down by the returning flood. Cortés and his companions
were compelled to plunge again into the lake,- though all did
not escape.
Alvarado stood on the brink for a moment, hesitat-
ing what to do. Unhorsed as he was, to throw himself into the
water, in the face of the hostile canoes that now swarmed around
the opening, afforded but a desperate chance of safety. He had
but a second for thought. He was a man of powerful frame, and
despair gave him unnatural energy. Setting his long lance firmly
on the wreck which strewed the bottom of the lake, he sprung
forward with all his might, and cleared the wide gap at a leap.
Aztecs and Tlascalans gazed in stupid amazement, exclaiming, as
they beheld the incredible feat, "This is truly the Tonatiuh,—
the child of the Sun! " The breadth of the opening is not given.
But it was so great that the valorous captain Diaz, who well
remembered the place, says the leap was impossible to any man.
Other contemporaries, however, do not discredit the story. It
was beyond doubt matter of popular belief at the time; it is to
this day familiarly known to every inhabitant of the capital; and
the name of the Salto de Alvarado, "Alvarado's Leap," given to
the spot, still commemorates an exploit which rivaled those of the
demigods of Grecian fable.
Cortés and his companions now rode forward to the front,
where the troops, in a loose, disorderly manner, were marching
off the fatal causeway. A few only of the enemy hung on their
rear, or annoyed them by occasional flights of arrows from the
lake. The attention of the Aztecs was diverted by the rich spoil
that strewed the battle-ground; fortunately for the Spaniards,
who, had their enemy pursued with the same ferocity with which
he had fought, would in their crippled condition have been cut
off, probably, to a man. But little molested, therefore, they were
allowed to defile through the adjacent village-or suburbs, it
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The Spanish commander there dismounted from his jaded
steed; and sitting down on the steps of an Indian temple, gazed
mournfully on the broken files as they passed before him. What
a spectacle did they present! The cavalry, most of them dis-
mounted, were mingled with the infantry, who dragged their
feeble limbs along with difficulty; their shattered mail and tat-
tered garments dripping with the salt ooze, showing through
their rents many a bruise and ghastly wound; their bright arms
soiled, their proud crests and banners gone, the baggage, artil-
lery,- all, in short, that constitutes the pride and panoply of glori-
ous war,- forever lost. Cortés, as he looked wistfully on their
thin and disordered ranks, sought in vain for many a familiar
face, and missed more than one dear companion who had stood
side by side with him through all the perils of the conquest.
Though accustomed to control his emotions, or at least to con-
ceal them, the sight was too much for him. He covered his face
with his hands, and the tears which trickled down revealed too
plainly the anguish of his soul.
THE SPANISH ARABS
From Ferdinand and Isabella'
NOT
TWITHSTANDING the high advances made by the Arabians in
almost every branch of learning, and the liberal import of
certain sayings ascribed to Mahomet, the spirit of his reli-
gion was eminently unfavorable to letters. The Koran, whatever
be the merit of its literary execution, does not, we believe, contain
a single precept in favor of general science. Indeed, during the
first century after its promulgation, almost as little attention.
was bestowed upon this by the Saracens as in their "days of
ignorance," as the period is stigmatized which preceded the
advent of their apostle. But after the nation had reposed from
its tumultuous military career, the taste for elegant pleasures,
which naturally results from opulence and leisure, began to flow
in upon it. It entered upon this new field with all its charac-
teristic enthusiasm, and seemed ambitious of attaining the same
pre-eminence in science that it had already reached in arms.
It was at the commencement of this period of intellectual
fermentation that the last of the Omeyades, escaping into Spain,
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with him the fondness for luxury and letters that had begun to
display itself in the capitals of the East. His munificent spirit
descended upon his successors; and on the breaking up of the
empire, the various capitals, Seville, Murcia, Malaga, Granada, and
others, which rose upon its ruins, became the centres of so many
intellectual systems, that continued to emit a steady lustre through
the clouds and darkness of succeeding centuries. The period of
this literary civilization reached far into the fourteenth century,
and thus, embracing an interval of six hundred years, may be said
to have exceeded in duration that of any other literature ancient
or modern.
There were several auspicious circumstances in the condition
of the Spanish Arabs which distinguished them from their Mahom-
etan brethren. The temperate climate of Spain was far more
propitious to robustness and elasticity of intellect than the sultry
regions of Arabia and Africa. Its long line of coast and conven-
ient havens opened to an enlarged commerce. Its numbers of
rival States encouraged a generous emulation, like that which
glowed in ancient Greece and modern Italy; and was infinitely
more favorable to the development of the mental powers than
the far-extended and sluggish empires of Asia. Lastly, a familiar
intercourse with the Europeans served to mitigate in the Spanish
Arabs some of the more degrading superstitions incident to their
religion, and to impart to them nobler ideas of the independence
and moral dignity of man than are to be found in the slaves of
Eastern despotism.
Under these favorable circumstances, provisions for education
were liberally multiplied; colleges, academies, and gymnasiums
springing up spontaneously, as it were, not merely in the principal
cities, but in the most obscure villages of the country. No less
than fifty of these colleges or schools could be discerned scattered
over the suburbs and populous plains of Granada. Seventy pub-
lic libraries are enumerated in Spain by a contemporary, at the
beginning of the fourteenth century. Every place of note seems
to have furnished materials for a literary history. The copious
catalogues of writers still extant in the Escurial show how extens-
ively the cultivation of science was pursued, even through its
minutest subdivisions; while a biographical notice of blind men
eminent for their scholarship in Spain proves how far the gen-
eral avidity for knowledge triumphed over the most discouraging
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The Spanish Arabs emulated their countrymen of the East in
their devotion to natural and mathematical science. They pene-
trated into the remotest regions of Africa and Asia, transmitting
an exact account of their proceedings to the national academies.
They contributed to astronomical knowledge by the number and
accuracy of their observations, and by the improvement of instru-
ments and the erection of observatories, of which the noble tower
of Seville is one of the earliest examples. They furnished their
full proportion in the department of history; which, according to
an Arabian author cited by D'Herbelot, could boast of thirteen
hundred writers. The treatises on logic and metaphysics amount
to one ninth of the surviving treasures of the Escurial; and to
conclude this summary of naked details, some of their scholars
appear to have entered upon as various a field of philosophical
inquiry as would be crowded into a modern encyclopædia.
The results, it must be confessed, do not appear to have cor-
responded with this magnificent apparatus and unrivaled activity
of research. The mind of the Arabians was distinguished by
the most opposite characteristics, which sometimes indeed served.
to neutralize each other. An acute and subtile perception was
often clouded by mysticism and abstraction. They combined a
habit of classification and generalization with a marvelous fond-
ness for detail; a vivacious fancy with a patience of application
that a German of our day might envy; and while in fiction they
launched boldly into originality, indeed extravagance, they were
content in philosophy to tread servilely in the track of their
ancient masters. They derived their science from versions of
the Greek philosophers; but as their previous discipline had not
prepared them for its reception, they were oppressed rather than
stimulated by the weight of the inheritance. They possessed an
indefinite power of accumulation, but they rarely ascended to gen-
eral principles, or struck out new and important truths; at least
this is certain in regard to their metaphysical labors.
Hence Aristotle, who taught them to arrange what they had
already acquired rather than to advance to new discoveries, be-
came the god of their idolatry. They piled commentary on
commentary; and in their blind admiration of his system, may
be almost said to have been more of Peripatetics than the Sta-
girite himself. The Cordovan Averroes was the most eminent
of his Arabian commentators, and undoubtedly contributed more
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over the reason of mankind for so many ages. Yet his various
illustrations have served, in the opinion of European critics, to
darken rather than dissipate the ambiguities of his original, and
have even led to the confident assertion that he was wholly un-
acquainted with the Greek language.
The Saracens gave an entirely new face to pharmacy and
chemistry. They introduced a great variety of salutary medica-
ments into Europe. The Spanish Arabs, in particular, are com-
mended by Sprengel above their brethren for their observations
on the practice of medicine. But whatever real knowledge they
possessed was corrupted by their inveterate propensity for mys-
tical and occult science. They too often exhausted both health
and fortune in fruitless researches after the elixir of life and the
philosopher's stone. Their medical prescriptions were regulated
by the aspect of the stars. Their physics were debased by magic,
their chemistry degenerated into alchemy, their astronomy into
astrology.
In the fruitful field of history their success was even more
equivocal. They seem to have been wholly destitute of the
philosophical spirit, which gives life to this kind of composition.
They were the disciples of fatalism, and the subjects of a despotic
government. Man appeared to them only in the contrasted
aspects of slave and master. What could they know of the finer
moral relations, or of the higher energies of the soul, which
are developed only under free and beneficent institutions? Even
could they have formed conceptions of these, how would the
have dared to express them? Hence their histories are too often
mere barren chronological details, or fulsome panegyrics on their
princes, unenlivened by a single spark of philosophy or criticism.
Although the Spanish Arabs are not entitled to the credit of
having wrought any important revolution in intellectual or moral
science, they are commended by a severe critic as exhibiting
in their writings "the germs of many theories which have been
reproduced as discoveries in later ages," and they silently per-
fected several of those useful arts which have had a sensible
influence on the happiness and improvement of mankind. Al-
gebra and the higher mathematics were taught in their schools,
and thence diffused over Europe. The manufacture of paper,
which, since the invention of printing, has contributed so essen-
tially to the rapid circulation of knowledge, was derived through
them. Casiri has discovered several manuscripts on cotton paper


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in the Escurial as early as 1009, and of linen paper of the date
of 1106; the origin of which latter fabric Tiraboschi has ascribed.
to an Italian of Trevigi, in the middle of the fourteenth century.
Lastly, the application of gunpowder to military science, which
has wrought an equally important revolution, though of a more
doubtful complexion, in the condition of society, was derived
through the same channel.
The influence of the Spanish Arabs, however, is discernible
not so much in the amount of knowledge, as in the impulse
which they communicated to
communicated to the long-dormant energies of
Europe. Their invasion was coeval with the commencement
of that night of darkness which divides the modern from the
ancient world. The soil had been impoverished by long, assidu-
ous cultivation. The Arabians came like a torrent, sweeping
down and obliterating even the landmarks of former civilization,
but bringing with it a fertilizing principle, which as the waters
receded gave new life and loveliness to the landscape. The
writings of the Saracens were translated and diffused throughout
Europe. Their schools were visited by disciples, who, roused
from their lethargy, caught somewhat of the generous enthusi
asm of their masters; and a healthful action was given to the
European intellect, which, however ill directed at first, was thus
prepared for the more judicious and successful efforts of later
times.
It is comparatively easy to determine the value of the scien-
tific labors of a people, for truth is the same in all languages;
but the laws of taste differ so widely in different nations, that
it requires a nicer discrimination to pronounce fairly upon such
works as are regulated by them. Nothing is more common than
to see the poetry of the East condemned as tumid, over-refined,
infected with meretricious ornament and conceits, and in short,
as everyway contravening the principles of good taste. Few of
the critics who thus peremptorily condemn are capable of read-
ing a line of the original. The merit of poetry, however, con-
sists so much in its literary execution, that a person, to pronounce
upon it, should be intimately acquainted with the whole import
of the idiom in which it is written. The style of poetry, indeed
of all ornamental writing, whether prose or verse, in order to
produce a proper effect, must be raised or relieved, as it were,
upon the prevailing style of social intercourse. Even where this
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ordinary language is made up of metaphor, that of the poet must
be still more so. Hence the tone of elegant literature varies so
widely in different countries, even in those of Europe, which
approach the nearest to each other in their principles of taste,—
that it would be found extremely difficult to effect a close trans-
lation of the most admired specimens of eloquence from the
language of one nation into that of any other. A page of Boc-
caccio or Bembo, for instance, done into literal English, would
have an air of intolerable artifice and verbiage. The choicest
morsels of Massillon, Bossuet, or the rhetorical Thomas, would
savor marvelously of bombast; and how could we in degree
keep pace with the magnificent march of the Castilian! Yet
surely we are not to impugn the taste of all these nations, who
attach much more importance, and have paid (at least this is
true of the French and Italian) much greater attention to the
mere beauties of literary finish than English writers.
Whatever may be the sins of the Arabians on this head, they
are certainly not those of negligence. The Spanish Arabs, in
particular, were noted for the purity and elegance of their idiom;
insomuch that Casiri affects to determine the locality of an
author by the superior refinement of his style. Their copious
philological and rhetorical treatises, their arts of poetry, gram-
mars, and rhyming dictionaries, show to what
an excessive
refinement they elaborated the art of composition. Academies,
far more numerous than those of Italy, to which they subse-
quently served for a model, invited by their premiums frequent
competitions in poetry and eloquence. To poetry, indeed, espe-
cially of the tender kind, the Spanish Arabs seem to have been
as indiscriminately addicted as the Italians in the time of
Petrarch; and there was scarcely a doctor in Church or State but
at some time or other offered up his amorous incense on the
altar of the Muse.
-
With all this poetic feeling, however, the Arabs never availed
themselves of the treasures of Grecian eloquence which lay open
before them. Not a poet or orator of any eminence in that lan-
guage seems to have been translated by them. The temperate
tone of Attic composition appeared tame to the fervid conceptions
of the East. Neither did they venture upon what in Europe are
considered the higher walks of the art, the drama, and the epic.
None of their writers in prose or verse show much attention
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exhaled in lyrical effusions, in elegies, epigrams, and idyls. They
sometimes, moreover, like the Italians, employed verse as the
vehicle of instruction in the grave and recondite sciences. The
general character of their poetry is bold, florid, impassioned,
richly colored with imagery, sparkling with conceits and meta-
phors, and occasionally breathing a deep tone of moral sensibility,
as in some of the plaintive effusions ascribed by Condé to the
royal poets of Cordova. The compositions of the golden age of
the Abassides, and of the preceding period, do not seem to have
been infected with the taint of exaggeration, so offensive to a
European, which distinguishes the later productions in the decay
of the empire.
In
Whatever be thought of the influence of the Arabic on Euro-
pean literature in general, there can be no reasonable doubt that
it has been considerable on the Provençal and the Castilian.
the latter especially, so far from being confined to the vocabu-
lary, or to external forms of composition, it seems to have pen-
etrated deep into its spirit, and is plainly discernible in that
affectation of stateliness and Oriental hyperbole which charac-
terizes Spanish writers even at the present day; in the subtilties
and conceits with which the ancient Castilian verse is so liberally
bespangled; and in the relish for proverbs and prudential maxims,
which is so general that it may be considered national.
A decided effect has been produced on the romantic literature
of Europe by those tales of fairy enchantment so characteristic
of Oriental genius, and in which it seems to have reveled with
uncontrolled delight. These tales, which furnished the principal
diversion of the East, were imported by the Saracens into Spain;
and we find the monarchs of Cordova solacing their leisure hours
with listening to their rawis, or novelists, who sang to them
"Of ladye-love and war, romance, and knightly worth. »
The same spirit, penetrating into France, stimulated the more
sluggish inventions of the trouvère; and at a later and more pol-
ished period called forth the imperishable creations of the Italian
Muse.
It is unfortunate for the Arabians, that their literature should
be locked up in a character and idiom so difficult of access to
European scholars. Their wild, imaginative poetry, scarcely capa-
ble of transfusion into a foreign tongue, is made known to us
only through the medium of bald prose translation; while their
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which, to make use of a pun of Casiri's, merits the name of per-
versions rather than versions of the originals. How obviously
inadequate, then, are our means of forming any just estimate
of their merits! It is unfortunate for them, moreover, that the
Turks, the only nation which, from an identity of religion and
government with the Arabs, as well as from its political conse-
quence, would seem to represent them on the theatre of modern
Europe, should be a race so degraded; one which, during the
five centuries that it has been in possession of the finest climate
and monuments of antiquity, has so seldom been quickened into
a display of genius, or added so little of positive value to the
literary treasures descended from its ancient masters. Yet this
people, so sensual and sluggish, we are apt to confound in imagi-
nation with the sprightly, intellectual Arab. Both indeed have
been subjected to the influence of the same degrading political
and religious institutions, which on the Turks have produced the
results naturally to have been expected; while the Arabians, on
the other hand, exhibit the extraordinary phenomenon of a nation,
under all these embarrassments, rising to a high degree of ele-
gance and intellectual culture.
The empire which once embraced more than half of the
ancient world has now shrunk within its original limits; and the
Bedouin wanders over his native desert as free, and almost as
uncivilized, as before the coming of his apostle. The language
which was once spoken along the southern shores of the Mediter-
ranean, and the whole extent of the Indian Ocean, is broken up
into a variety of discordant dialects. Darkness has again settled
over those regions of Africa which were illumined by the light
of learning. The elegant dialect of the Koran is studied as a
dead language, even in the birthplace of the prophet. Not a
printing-press at this day is to be found throughout the whole
Arabian peninsula. Even in Spain, in Christian Spain, alas! the
contrast is scarcely less degrading. A death-like torpor has suc-
ceeded to her former intellectual activity. Her cities are emptied
of the population with which they teemed in the days of the
Saracens. Her climate is as fair, but her fields no longer bloom
with the same rich and variegated husbandry. Her most inter-
esting monuments are those constructed by the Arabs; and the
traveler, as he wanders amid their desolate but beautiful ruins,
ponders on the destinies of a people whose very existence seems
now to have been almost as fanciful as the magical creations in
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THE CAPTURE OF THE INCA
From the Conquest of Peru'
―
HE clouds of the evening had passed away, and the sun rose
bright on the following morning, the most memorable
――――
epoch in the annals of Peru. It was Saturday, the six-
teenth of November, 1532. The loud cry of the trumpet called
the Spaniards to arms with the first streak of dawn; and Pizarro,
briefly acquainting them with the plan of the assault, made the
necessary dispositions.
The plaza, as mentioned in the preceding chapter, was de-
fended on its three sides by low ranges of buildings, consisting
of spacious halls with wide doors or vomitories opening into the
square. In these halls he stationed his cavalry in two divisions;
one under his brother Hernando, the other under De Soto. The
infantry he placed in another of the buildings, reserving twenty
chosen men to act with himself as occasion might require. Pedro
de Candia, with a few soldiers and the artillery,-comprehending
under this imposing name two small pieces of ordnance, called
falconets, he established in the fortress. All received orders to
wait at their posts till the arrival of the Inca. After his entrance
into the great square, they were still to remain under cover,
withdrawn from observation, till the signal was given by the dis-
charge of a gun, when they were to cry their war-cries, to rush
out in a body from their covert, and putting the Peruvians to the
sword, bear off the person of the Inca. The arrangement of the
immense halls, opening on a level with the plaza, seemed to be
contrived on purpose for a coup de théâtre. Pizarro particularly
inculcated order and implicit obedience, that in the hurry of the
moment there should be no confusion. Everything depended on
their acting with concert, coolness, and celerity.
The chief next saw that their arms were in good order, and
that the breastplates of their horses were garnished with bells, to
add by their noise to the consternation of the Indians. Refresh-
ments were also liberally provided, that the troops should be in
condition for the conflict. These arrangements being completed,
mass was performed with great solemnity by the ecclesiastics
who attended the expedition; the God of battles was invoked to
spread his shield over the soldiers who were fighting to extend the
empire of the Cross; and all joined with enthusiasm in the chant,
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One might have supposed them a company of martyrs about to
lay down their lives in defense of their faith, instead of a licen-
tious band of adventurers meditating one of the most atrocious
acts of perfidy on the record of history! Yet, whatever were the
vices of the Castilian cavalier, hypocrisy was not among the num-
ber. He felt that he was battling for the Cross; and under this
conviction, exalted as it was at such a moment as this into the
predominant impulse, he was blind to the baser motives which
mingled with the enterprise. With feelings thus kindled to a
flame of religious ardor, the soldiers of Pizarro looked forward
with renovated spirits to the coming conflict; and the chieftain
saw with satisfaction that in the hour of trial his men would be
true to their leader and themselves.
It was late in the day before any movement was visible in
the Peruvian camp, where much preparation was making to ap-
proach the Christian quarters with due state and ceremony. A
message was received from Atahuallpa, informing the Spanish
commander that he should come with his warriors fully armed,
in the same manner as the Spaniards had come to his quarters
the night preceding. This was not an agreeable intimation to
Pizarro, though he had no reason, probably, to expect the con-
trary. But to object might imply distrust, or perhaps disclose in
some measure his own designs. He expressed his satisfaction,
therefore, at the intelligence, assuring the Inca that, come as he
would, he would be received by him as a friend and brother.
It was noon before the Indian procession was on its march,
when it was seen occupying the great causeway for a long extent.
In front came a large body of attendants, whose office seemed
to be to sweep away every particle of rubbish from the road.
High above the crowd appeared the Inca, borne on the shoulders
of his principal nobles, while others of the same rank marched
by the sides of his litter, displaying such a dazzling show of
ornaments on their persons, that, in the language of one of the
Conquerors, "they blazed like the sun. " But the greater part of
the Inca's forces mustered along the fields that lined the road,
and were spread over the broad meadows as far as the eye could
reach.
When the royal procession had arrived within half a mile of
the city, it came to a halt; and Pizarro saw with surprise that
Atahuallpa was preparing to pitch his tents, as if to encamp
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that the Inca would occupy his present station the ensuing night,
and enter the city on the following morning.
This intelligence greatly disturbed Pizarro, who had shared
in the general impatience of his men at the tardy movements of
the Peruvians. The troops had been under arms since daylight,
the cavalry mounted, and the infantry at their post, waiting in
silence the coming of the Inca. A profound stillness reigned
throughout the town, broken only at intervals by the cry of the
sentinel from the summit of the fortress, as he proclaimed the
movements of the Indian army. Nothing, Pizarro well knew, was
so trying to the soldier as prolonged suspense, in a critical situ-
ation like the present; and he feared lest his ardor might evapo-
rate, and be succeeded by that nervous feeling natural to the
bravest soul at such a crisis, and which, if not fear, is near akin
to it. He returned an answer, therefore, to Atahuallpa, depre-
cating his change of purpose, and adding that he had provided
everything for his entertainment, and expected him that night to
sup with him.
This message turned the Inca from his purpose; and striking
his tents again, he resumed his march, first advising the general
that he should leave the greater part of his warriors behind, and
enter the place with only a few of them, and without arms, as
he preferred to pass the night at Caxamalca. At the same time
he ordered accommodations to be provided for himself and his
retinue in one of the large stone buildings, called, from a serpent
sculptured on the walls, the "House of the Serpent. " No tid-
ings could have been more grateful to the Spaniards. It seemed
as if the Indian monarch was eager to rush into the snare that
had been spread for him! The fanatical cavalier could not fail
to discern in it the immediate finger of Providence.
It is difficult to account for this wavering conduct of Ata-
huallpa, so different from the bold and decided character which
history ascribes to him. There is no doubt that he made his
visit to the white men in perfect good faith; though Pizarro was
probably right in conjecturing that this amiable disposition stood
on a very precarious footing. There is as little reason to suppose
that he distrusted the sincerity of the strangers; or he would not
thus unnecessarily have proposed to visit them unarmed. His ori-
ginal purpose of coming with all his force was doubtless to dis-
play his royal state, and perhaps also to show greater respect for
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and pass the night in their quarters, he was willing to dispense
with a great part of his armed soldiery, and visit them in a man-
ner that implied entire confidence in their good faith. He was
too absolute in his own empire easily to suspect; and he probably
could not comprehend the audacity with which a few men, like
those now assembled in Caxamalca, meditated an assault on a
powerful monarch in the midst of his victorious army. He did
not know the character of the Spaniard.
It was not long before sunset when the van of the royal pro-
cession entered the gates of the city. First came some hundreds
of the menials employed to clear the path of every obstacle, and
singing songs of triumph as they came, "which in our ears,”
says one of the Conquerors, "sounded like the songs of hell! "
Then followed other bodies of different ranks, and dressed in
different liveries. Some wore a showy stuff, checkered white and
red, like the squares of a chess-board. Others were clad in pure
white, bearing hammers or maces of silver or copper; and the
guards, together with those in immediate attendance on
prince, were distinguished by a rich azure livery and a profusion
of gay ornaments, while the large pendants attached to the ears
indicated the Peruvian noble.
Elevated high above his vassals came the Inca Atahuallpa,
borne on a sedan or open litter, on which was a sort of throne
made of massive gold of inestimable value. The palanquin was
lined with the richly colored plumes of tropical birds, and studded
with shining plates of gold and silver. The monarch's attire was
much richer than on the preceding evening. Round his neck was
suspended a collar of emeralds of uncommon size and brilliancy.
His short hair was decorated with golden ornaments, and the
imperial borla encircled his temples. The bearing of the Inca
was sedate and dignified; and from his lofty station he looked
down on the multitudes below with an air of composure, like one
accustomed to command.
As the leading files of the procession entered the great square,
-larger, says an old chronicler, than any square in Spain - they
opened to the right and left for the royal retinue to pass. Every-
thing was conducted with admirable order. The monarch was
permitted to traverse the plaza in silence, and not a Spaniard
was to be seen. When some five or six thousand of his people
had entered the place, Atahuallpa halted, and turning round with
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At this moment Fray Vicente de Valverde, a Dominican friar,
- Pizarro's chaplain, and afterward Bishop of Cuzco,- came for-
ward with his breviary, or as other accounts say, a Bible, in one
hand, and a crucifix in the other; and approaching the Inca, told
him that he came by order of his commander to expound to him
the doctrines of the true faith, for which purpose the Spaniards
had come from a great distance to his country. The friar then
explained, as clearly as he could, the mysterious doctrine of the
Trinity; and ascending high in his account, began with the cre-
ation of man, thence passed to his fall, to his subsequent redemp-
tion by Jesus Christ, to the crucifixion, and the ascension, when
the Savior left the Apostle Peter as his vicegerent upon earth.
This power had been transmitted to the successors of the apos-
tles, good and wise men, who, under the title of Popes, held
authority over all powers and potentates on earth. One of the
last of these Popes had commissioned the Spanish Emperor, the
most mighty monarch in the world, to conquer and convert
the natives in this western hemisphere; and his general, Fran-
cisco Pizarro, had now come to execute this important mission.
The friar concluded with beseeching the Peruvian monarch to
receive him kindly, to abjure the errors of his own faith, and
embrace that of the Christians now proffered to him, the only
one by which he could hope for salvation,-and furthermore,
to acknowledge himself a tributary of the Emperor Charles the
Fifth, who, in that event, would aid and protect him as his loyal
vassal.
Whether Atahuallpa possessed himself of every link in the
curious chain of argument by which the monk connected Pizarro
with St. Peter, may be doubted. It is certain, however, that he
must have had very incorrect notions of the Trinity, if, as Gar-
cilasso states, the interpreter Felipillo explained it by saying that
"the Christians believed in three Gods and one God, and that
made four. " But there is no doubt he perfectly comprehended
that the drift of the discourse was to persuade him to resign his
sceptre, and acknowledge the supremacy of another.
The eyes of the Indian monarch flashed fire, and his dark
brow grew darker as he replied, "I will be no man's tributary.
I am greater than any prince upon earth. Your Emperor may
be a great prince; I do not doubt it, when I see that he has
sent his subjects so far across the waters: and I am willing to
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must be crazy to talk of giving away countries which do not
belong to him. For my faith," he continued, "I will not change
it. Your own God, as you say, was put to death by the very
men whom he created. But mine," he concluded, pointing to
his deity, then, alas! sinking in glory behind the mountains,-
"my God still lives in the heavens and looks down on his child-
ren. »
He then demanded of Valverde by what authority he had
said these things. The friar pointed to the book which he held,
as his authority. Atahuallpa, taking it, turned over the pages
a moment; then, as the insult he had received probably flashed
across his mind, he threw it down with vehemence, and ex-
claimed, "Tell your comrades that they shall give me an account
of their doings in my land. I will not go from here till they
have made me full satisfaction for all the wrongs they have com-
mitted. "
The friar, greatly scandalized by the indignity offered to the
sacred volume, stayed only to pick it up, and hastening to
Pizarro, informed him of what had been done; exclaiming at the
same time, "Do you not see that while we stand here wasting
our breath in talking with this dog, full of pride as he is, the
fields are filling with Indians? Set on, at once: I absolve you. "
Pizarro saw that the hour had come. He waved a white scarf in
the air, the appointed signal. The fatal gun was fired from the
fortress. Then, springing into the square, the Spanish captain
and his followers shouted the old war-cry of "St. Jago and at
them. " It was answered by the battle-cry of every Spaniard
in the city, as rushing from the avenues of the great halls in
which they were concealed, they poured into the plaza, horse
and foot, each in his own dark column, and threw themselves
into the midst of the Indian crowd. The latter, taken by sur-
prise, stunned by the report of artillery and muskets, the echoes
of which reverberated like thunder from the surrounding build-
ings, and blinded by the smoke which rolled in sulphurous vol-
umes along the square, were seized with a panic. They knew
not whither to fly for refuge from the coming ruin. Nobles and
commoners, all were trampled down under the fierce charge of
the cavalry, who dealt their blows right and left without spar-
ing; while their swords, flashing through the thick gloom, car-
ried dismay into the hearts of the wretched natives, who now for
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made no resistance, -as indeed they had no weapons with which
to make it. Every avenue to escape was closed, for the entrance
to the square was choked up with the dead bodies of men who
had perished in vain efforts to fly; and such was the agony of
the survivors under the terrible pressure of their assailants that
a large body of Indians, by their convulsive struggles, burst
through the wall of stone and dried clay which formed part of
the boundary of the plaza! It fell, leaving an opening of more
than a hundred paces, through which multitudes now found their
way into the country, still hotly pursued by the cavalry, who,
leaping the fallen rubbish, hung on the rear of the fugitives,
striking them down in all directions.
Meanwhile the fight, or rather massacre, continued hot around
the Inca, whose person was the great object of the assault. His
faithful nobles, rallying about him, threw themselves in the way
of the assailants, and strove, by tearing them from their saddles,
or at least by offering their own bosoms as a mark for their
vengeance, to shield their beloved master. It is said some
authorities that they carried weapons concealed under their
clothes. If so, it availed them little, as it is not pretended that
they used them. But the most timid animal will defend itself
when at bay. That the Indians did not do so in the present in-
stance is proof that they had no weapons to use. Yet they still
continued to force back the cavaliers, clinging to their horses
with dying grasp, and as one was cut down, another taking the
place of his fallen comrade with a loyalty truly affecting.
The Indian monarch, stunned and bewildered, saw his faithful
subjects falling around him, without fully comprehending his
situation. The litter on which he rode heaved to and fro, as the
mighty press swayed backward and forward; and he gazed on
the overwhelming ruin like some forlorn mariner, who, tossed
about in his bark by the furious elements, sees the lightning's
flash and hears the thunder bursting around him, with the con-
sciousness that he can do nothing to avert his fate. At length,
weary with the work of destruction, the Spaniards, as the shades
of evening grew deeper, felt afraid that the royal prize might
after all elude them; and some of the cavaliers made a desper-
ate attempt to end the affray at once by taking Atahuallpa's life.
But Pizarro, who was nearest his person, called out with stento-
rian voice, "Let no one who values his life strike at the Inca;"
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the hand from one of his own men,- the only wound received
by a Spaniard in the action.
The struggle now became fiercer than ever round the royal
litter. It reeled more and more; and at length, several of the
nobles who supported it having been slain, it was overturned,
and the Indian prince would have come with violence to the
ground, had not his fall been broken by the efforts of Pizarro
and some other of the cavaliers, who caught him in their arms.
The imperial borla was instantly snatched from his temples by a
soldier named Estete; and the unhappy monarch, strongly secured,
was removed to a neighboring building, where he was carefully
guarded.
THE PERSONAL HABITS OF PHILIP II.
From the History of Philip II. ›
PHIL
Ρ
HILIP, unlike most of his predecessors, rarely took his seat in
the council of State. It was his maxim that his ministers
would more freely discuss measures in the absence of their
master than when he was there to overawe them. The course
he adopted was for a consulta, or a committee of two or three
members, to wait on him in his cabinet, and report to him the
proceedings of the council. He more commonly, especially in
the later years of his reign, preferred to receive a full report
of the discussion, written so as to leave an ample margin for his
own commentaries. These were eminently characteristic of the
man, and were so minute as usually to cover several sheets of
paper. Philip had a reserved and unsocial temper.
He pre-
ferred to work alone in the seclusion of his closet rather than
in the presence of others. This may explain the reason, in part,
why he seemed so much to prefer writing to talking. Even with
his private secretaries, who were always near at hand, he chose
to communicate by writing; and they had as large a mass of
his autograph notes in their possession as if the correspondence
had been carried on from different parts of the kingdom. His
thoughts too-at any rate his words-came slowly; and by
writing he gained time for the utterance of them.
Philip has been accused of indolence. As far as the body
was concerned, such an accusation was well founded. Even when
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chivalrous sports of the age. He never, like his father, con-
ducted military expeditions in person. He thought it wiser to
follow the example of his great-grandfather, Ferdinand the Cath-
olic, who stayed at home and sent his generals to command his
armies. As little did he like to travel,- forming too in this
respect a great contrast to the Emperor. He had been on the
throne before he made a visit to his great southern capital,
Seville. It was a matter of complaint in Cortes that he thus
withdrew himself from the eyes of his subjects. The only sport
he cared for-not by any means to excess— was shooting with
his gun or his crossbow such game as he could find in his own
grounds at the Wood of Segovia, or Aranjuez, or some other of
his pleasant country-seats, none of them at a great distance from
Madrid. On a visit to such places, he would take with him as
large a heap of papers as if he were a poor clerk earning his
bread; and after the fatigues of the chase, he would retire to his
cabinet and refresh himself with his dispatches.
It would indeed be a great mistake to charge him with slug-
gishness of mind. He was content to toil for hours, and long
into the night, at his solitary labors. No expression of weari-
ness or of impatience was known to escape him. A characteristic
anecdote is told of him in regard to this. Having written a
dispatch, late at night, to be sent on the following morning, he
handed it to his secretary to throw some sand over it. This
functionary, who happened to be dozing, suddenly roused himself,
and snatching up the inkstand, emptied it on the paper. The
King, coolly remarking that "it would have been better to use the
sand," set himself down, without any complaint, to rewrite the
whole of the letter. A prince so much addicted to the pen, we
may well believe, must have left a large amount of autograph
materials behind him. Few monarchs, in point of fact, have done
so much in this way to illustrate the history of their reigns.
Fortunate would it have been for the historian who was to profit
by it, if the royal composition had been somewhat less diffuse,
and the handwriting somewhat more legible.
Philip was an economist of time, and regulated the distribu-
tion of it with great precision. In the morning he gave audience
to foreign ambassadors. He afterwards heard mass. After mass
came dinner, in his father's fashion. But dinner was not an
affair with Philip of so much moment as it was with Charles.
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not unfrequently had his physician at his side to warn him
against any provocative of the gout,-the hereditary disease.
which at a very early period had begun to affect his health.
After a light repast he gave audience to such of his subjects as
desired to present their memorials. He received the petitioners
graciously, and listened to all they had to say with patience,—
for that was his virtue. But his countenance was exceedingly
grave, which in truth was its natural expression; and there was
a reserve in his deportment which made the boldest feel ill at
ease in his presence. On such occasions he would say, "Com-
pose yourself; "a recommendation that had not always the
tranquillizing effect intended. Once when a papal nuncio forgot,
in his confusion, the address he had prepared, the King coolly
remarked: "If you will bring it in writing, I will read it myself,
and expedite your business. " It was natural that men of even
the highest rank should be overawed in the presence of a mon-
arch who held the destinies of so many millions in his hands,
and who surrounded himself with a veil of mystery which the
most cunning politician could not penetrate.
The reserve, so noticeable in his youth, increased with age.
He became more difficult of access. His public audiences were
much less frequent. In the summer he would escape from them
altogether, by taking refuge in some one of his country places.
His favorite retreat was his palace monastery of the Escurial,-
then slowly rising under his patronage, and affording him an
occupation congenial with his taste. He seems, however, to have
sought the country not so much from the love of its beauties as
for the retreat it afforded him from the town. When in the
latter he rarely showed himself to the public eye, going abroad
chiefly in a close carriage, and driving late so as to return to
the city after dark.
Thus he lived in solitude even in the heart of his capital,
knowing much less of men from his own observation than from
the reports that were made to him. In availing himself of
these sources of information he was indefatigable. He caused a
statistical survey of Spain to be prepared for his own use. It
was a work of immense labor, embracing a vast amount of curi-
ous details, such as were rarely brought together in those days.
He kept his spies at the principal European courts, who furnished
him with intelligence; and he was as well acquainted with what
was passing in England and in France as if he had resided on
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the spot.