The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.Bird, Robert Montgomery
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The Infidel; or, the Fall of Mexico. Vol. II.
Bird, Robert Montgomery
Mexico -- History -- Conquest, 1519-1540 -- Fiction
At nightfall, and while she still lay insensible, save that a faint moan
occasionally trembled from her lips, there arose a tempest of lightning,
thunder, and rain, far exceeding in violence any that had before burst
over the heads of the Spaniards, and which Bernal Diaz has recorded in
his history, as having been the most dreadful that ever confounded his
mind and senses. It seemed as if the warlike divinities of Mexico were
now taking leave of their broken altars and subjugated people, with a
display of strength and fury, never more to be exercised. It ceased not
until midnight, and then only when it had discharged a bolt that shook
the island to its foundation, and tumbled many a ruined cabin and
dilapidated palace, upon the heads of their unhappy inmates.
It was in the midst of this conflict of the elements, that the broken
spirit passed from its weary prison; and what had been beauty and
affection, genius and passion, became a clod, to claim kindred with its
fellow of the valley. It was better indeed that she should thus perish;
for her nature was above that of earth, and even the passion that
destroyed her, pure, enthusiastic, and devoted as it was, was unworthy
the spirit it had subdued. It was such as is the molewarp to the
rose-bush, or the myrtle-tree, which he can destroy by burrowing at
their roots, even when the winter's blast can scarce rive away a branch.
The remains of this ill-fated being were interred upon a sequestered
hill, west of Mexico, where Gregorio Castillejo built a hermitage, and
mourned over her for the few years he survived her. He left the odour of
sanctity behind him, and the hermitage is now forgotten in the chapel
built upon its site, and dedicated to Our Lady de los Remedios. To this
place Cortes withdrew, with his whole army, in order that the ruined
city might be purified of corses and rubbish, that rendered it horrible
even to a soldier, no longer inflamed by the fire of battle. He soon,
however, removed to Xochimilco, the Field of Flowers, where the time of
the purification was devoted to solemn rejoicings and profane
festivities.
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