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
The storm increased so as to baffle the skill of the mariners and the
care of the captain, and finally the hope of all on board. No voice
was heard now, giving orders for this or that to be done; but cries,
and prayers, and vows to Heaven for aid, and so extreme was their
misery, that Transila thought not of her Ladislaus, nor Auristella of
Periander. One of the powerful effects of approaching death, is to
blot from the memory all things that belong to this life; and if it is
able to make the jealous heart forget its pangs, one may indeed say
it can do even the impossible. There was no hour-glass to mark how
time passed, nor compass, nor any means of discovering what place they
were in. All was confusion; all were crying, sighing, and praying. The
captain was dismayed; the mariners gave up all exertion; human strength
was of no avail. The general despair at last made all silent. The rude
sea broke over the very deck, and even over the highest masts, which,
as if in revenge for the insult, struck as it were into the very sands
below. At break of day, if so it could be called, when there came no
light with it, the ship remained water-logged and immoveable, which
is one of the worst disasters that can befall a vessel. At length a
furious hurricane lifted her up, as though by some machinery, burying
the topmasts in the depths of ocean, and leaving her keel turned up to
the skies, making her a tomb for all who were within her.
"Adieu to all the chaste thoughts of Auristella! adieu to all her pious
intentions! Rest in peace, honoured and holy one; no other mausoleum,
no other monument canst thou expect, except a few poor frail planks.
And thou, O Transila, bright example of maiden purity, though thy
bridal bed will not be shared with thine espoused Ladislaus, yet wilt
thou in the arms of thy wise and aged parent find that hope which will
guide thee to a far happier resting-place.
"And thou, O Ricla, clasp in thy arms Antonio and Constance, thy
children, and commit them to Him who now takes away your lives, only to
give you a far better one in Heaven."
Such were the words of the author of this most remarkable and pitiful
history, in consequence of the upsetting of the ship, and the certain
death (as might be supposed) of all who were in her; and what more he
says, will be seen in the following chapter.
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CHAPTER II.
_An extraordinary Event._
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