enjoyed the pure breezes from the mountain, and the prospect of
the surrounding paradise; the secluded little patio, or garden of
Lindaraxa, with its alabaster fountain, its thickets of roses and
myrtles, of citrons and oranges; the cool halls and grottoes of
the baths, where the glare and heat of day are tempered into a soft
mysterious light, and a pervading freshness.

"While the city below pants with the noontide heat, and the parched
vega trembles to the eye, the delicate airs from the Sierra Nevada,
play through these lofty halls, bringing with them the sweetness of
the surrounding gardens. Every thing invites to that indolent repose,
the bliss of southern climes; and while the half-shut eye looks out
from shaded balconies upon the glittering landscape, the ear is lulled
by the rustling of groves, and the murmur of running streams." Here we
must end.

The Sketches bear the very perfection of romance in their titles. Yes,
expectant reader, think of the Alhambra by Moonlight--A Ramble
among the Hills--Legend of the Arabian Astrologer--The Tower of Las
Infantas--Legends of the three beautiful Princesses--The Pilgrim of
Love--The Rose of the Alhambra,--the two discreet Statues, &c. &c.
What hours of spell-bound delight do these two volumes lock up, yet
we hope but for a short season, from all who would vary "life's dull
round" with romantic lore.

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NATURAL HISTORY.