Portugal -- History -- Joseph, 1750-1777 -- Fiction
Luis listened with deep interest to this account. Then Goncalo might
have escaped destruction from the earthquake! He might be yet alive!
He longed to turn back, and continue his search; but he had slight
grounds to go upon; for the Friar could give him no further information,
and his father was expecting him at home. With sanguine dispositions,
the slightest thing is sufficient to raise hopes which, alas! may never
be accomplished, but which it often takes years and years of
disappointment to learn to distrust. Now old men, as we have informed
our readers we are, even to this day, we find ourselves building castles
in the air, of such bright and glowing colours, that our own sight is
dazzled by the splendour of the fabric we have raised, when a single
word has been sufficient to make it fade away like the morning mist,
each brilliant hue growing less and less distinct, till we have wondered
that it could ever have existed even in our imaginations; and at other
times a rude blow has dashed the lovely edifice to the ground, and as we
have flown to the spot, we have not found a fragment remaining.
The words the Friar had spoken had been sufficient to raise just such a
fabric in Luis's brain; and, thus occupied, in happier mood he rode on,
while the former fell back to converse with Pedro, who was not averse to
the company of so amusing a personage, although a rogue. Several very
suspicious parties either overtook them, or passed them on the road; but
a signal, or a few words, from the Friar, always sent them peaceably
away; so that Luis, during the whole journey, met with no adventure
worth relating.
"Farewell, Don Luis!" said the _soi-disant_ Friar, as they came in sight
of the gates of the Count's estate. "I have borne you company thus far,
and we must now part. We shall meet again some day, I hope; if not,
think of me sometimes, as I would be, and not as I have been; but I fear
I shall not be a more honest man as a real Friar than I have been as a
pretended one. Adeos, senhor!"
And, without waiting for an answer, he rode back the way he had come;
while Luis, followed by Pedro, hastened to embrace his father, although
the tidings he had to communicate must, he knew, cause much sorrow to
the old Count.
Volume 2, Chapter XX.
More than a year had passed since the dreadful earthquake of Lisbon, as
the violent convulsion of the globe in 1755 is commonly called, although
it was felt over the greater part of Europe, to the north of England,
and to the shores of Africa, where many towns were destroyed or severely
damaged. Under the energetic superintendence of the Prime Minister, the
city was rapidly rising from its ashes; and instead of the dark, narrow,
and winding lanes of the old town, fine broad streets were planned by
able architects invited by him from England and France.
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