The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern StoryCervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
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The Wanderings of Persiles and Sigismunda: A Northern Story
Cervantes Saavedra, Miguel de
Spanish fiction -- Translations into English; Voyages and travels -- Fiction
Periander said not one single word of all this to Auristella, for the
lover delights in bestowing upon a beloved one praises from himself,
and not as coming from another. He has no desire to make her in love
with the charms of any one else; his own are all that he wishes her to
see: if he cannot himself sing well, he will not bring to her a friend
who can: if he is not handsome, he will not visit her in the company
of a Ganymede; and, in fine, I am of opinion that if he has faults,
he will not mend them by the merits of others; however, these things
cannot apply to Periander, who was so richly endowed with nature's
choicest gifts, and in those of fortune, was inferior to few.
A favouring gale wafted the two vessels on their different ways, for
this is one of the mysteries of the art of navigation. They went on
their course, cutting the not crystal but the dark blue waters. The
sea was calm, for the wind, treating it with respect, only ruffled the
surface, and the ship just seemed gently to kiss its lips, and then
bound over it so lightly, that it scarcely appeared to touch it. In
this manner, and with the same continued serenity and success, they
sailed for seventeen days, without having occasion once to shorten
sail, a great felicity for those who are on a sea voyage, to which, if
it were not from the dread of tempests and coming storms, no pleasure
in life is equal.
At the end of these or a few more days, early one morning, a boy on
the top mast-head cried out, "Land! a reward sirs, a reward; I ask a
reward, and deserve it, too; land! land!" although he might rather have
said, Heaven! Heaven! for we were without a doubt within sight of
Lisbon, the news of which brought tears--tender and joyful tears--into
the eyes of all, but more especially of Ricla, the two Antonios,
and Constance, for it seemed to them as if they had now reached the
promised land that they so much desired to see. Antonio clasped them
in his arms, and cried, "Now you shall learn, my beloved barbarians,
how we serve God, and many other things more fully, although not
differently from what I have taught you. Now you will see the rich
temples in which we worship Him; you will see the Catholic ceremonies
with which we serve Him; and you will see what Christian love is.
Here, love and modesty join hands and walk together; courtesy repels
arrogance, and courage sends cowardice far away: all the inhabitants
are civil, courteous, liberal, and loving. This is the greatest city
in all Europe, and the one that has most trade. In her the riches of
the East are poured out, from her they are scattered over the universe.
Her harbour is capacious, and holds countless navies like forests; the
beauty of her women is everywhere admired; the gallantry of her men is
a wonder to all, and finally, this is the land which pays to Heaven a
holy and abundant tribute."
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