fountain。　〃Thou　hast　been　thinking　of　the　story　of　the　three　Moorish
  princesses　that　once　inhabited　this　tower；〃　continued　she；　〃and　it　has
  entered　into　thy　dreams。〃
  〃What　story；　aunt？　I　know　nothing　of　it。〃
  〃Thou　hast　certainly　heard　of　the　three　princesses；　Zayda；
  Zorayda；　and　Zorahayda；　who　were　confined　in　this　tower　by　the　king
  their　father；　and　agreed　to　fly　with　three　Christian　cavaliers。　The
  two　first　accomplished　their　escape；　but　the　third　failed　in　her
  resolution；　and；　it　is　said；　died　in　this　tower。〃
  〃I　now　recollect　to　have　heard　of　it；〃　said　Jacinta；　〃and　to　have
  wept　over　the　fate　of　the　gentle　Zorahayda。〃
  〃Thou　mayest　well　weep　over　her　fate；〃　continued　the　aunt；　〃for
  the　lover　of　Zorahayda　was　thy　ancestor。　He　long　bemoaned　his
  Moorish　love；　but　time　cured　him　of　his　grief；　and　he　married　a
  Spanish　lady；　from　whom　thou　art　descended。〃
  Jacinta　ruminated　upon　these　words。　〃That　what　I　have　seen　is　no
  phantasy　of　the　brain；〃　said　she　to　herself；　〃I　am　confident。　If
  indeed　it　be　the　spirit　of　the　gentle　Zorahayda；　which　I　have　heard
  lingers　about　this　tower；　of　what　should　I　be　afraid？　I'll　watch　by
  the　fountain　to…night…　perhaps　the　visit　will　be　repeated。〃
  Towards　midnight；　when　every　thing　was　quiet；　she　again　took　her
  seat　in　the　hall。　As　the　bell　in　the　distant　watchtower　of　the
  Alhambra　struck　the　midnight　hour；　the　fountain　was　again　agitated；
  and　bubble…　bubble…　bubble…　it　tossed　about　the　waters　until　the
  Moorish　female　again　rose　to　view。　She　was　young　and　beautiful；　her
  dress　was　rich　with　jewels；　and　in　her　hand　she　held　a　silver　lute。
  Jacinta　trembled　and　was　faint；　but　was　reassured　by　the　soft　and
  plaintive　voice　of　the　apparition；　and　the　sweet　expression　of　her
  pale；　melancholy　countenance。
  〃Daughter　of　mortality；〃　said　she；　〃what　aileth　thee？　Why　do　thy
  tears　trouble　my　fountain；　and　thy　sighs　and　plaints　disturb　the　quiet
  watches　of　the　night？〃
  〃I　weep　because　of　the　faithlessness　of　man；　and　I　bemoan　my
  solitary　and　forsaken　state。〃
  〃Take　comfort；　thy　sorrows　may　yet　have　an　end。　Thou　beholdest　a
  Moorish　princess；　who；　like　thee；　was　unhappy　in　her　love。　A　Christian
  knight；　thy　ancestor；　won　my　heart；　and　would　have　borne　me　to　his
  native　land　and　to　the　bosom　of　his　church。　I　was　a　convert　in　my
  heart；　but　I　lacked　courage　equal　to　my　faith；　and　lingered　till　too
  late。　For　this　the　evil　genii　are　permitted　to　have　power　over　me；　and
  I　remain　enchanted　in　this　tower　until　some　pure　Christian　will
  deign　to　break　the　magic　spell。　Wilt　thou　undertake　the　task？〃
  〃I　will；〃　replied　the　damsel；　trembling。
  〃Come　hither　then；　and　fear　not；　dip　thy　hand　in　the　fountain；
  sprinkle　the　water　over　me；　and　baptize　me　after　the　manner　of　thy
  faith；　so　shall　the　enchantment　be　dispelled；　and　my　troubled　spirit
  have　repose。〃
  The　damsel　advanced　with　faltering　steps；　dipped　her　hand　in　the
  fountain；　collected　water　in　the　palm；　and　sprinkled　it　over　the
  pale　face　of　the　phantom。
  The　latter　smiled　with　ineffable　benignity。　She　dropped　her　silver
  lute　at　the　feet　of　Jacinta；　crossed　her　white　arms　upon　her　bosom；
  and　melted　from　sight；　so　that　it　seemed　merely　as　if　a　shower　of
  dew…drops　had　fallen　into　the　fountain。
  Jacinta　retired　from　the　hall　filled　with　awe　and　wonder。　She
  scarcely　closed　her　eyes　that　night；　but　when　she　awoke　at　daybreak
  out　of　a　troubled　slumber；　the　whole　appeared　to　her　like　a
  distempered　dream。　On　descending　into　the　hall；　however；　the　truth
  of　the　vision　was　established；　for；　beside　the　fountain；　she　beheld
  the　silver　lute　glittering　in　the　morning　sunshine。
  She　hastened　to　her　aunt；　to　relate　all　that　had　befallen　her；　and
  called　her　to　behold　the　lute　as　a　testimonial　of　the　reality　of　her
  story。　If　the　good　lady　had　any　lingering　doubts；　they　were　removed
  when　Jacinta　touched　the　instrument；　for　she　drew　forth　such　ravishing
  tones　as　to　thaw　even　the　frigid　bosom　of　the　immaculate　Fredegonda；
  that　region　of　eternal　winter；　into　a　genial　flow。　Nothing　but
  supernatural　melody　could　have　produced　such　an　effect。
  The　extraordinary　power　of　the　lute　became　every　day　more　and　more
  apparent。　The　wayfarer　passing　by　the　tower　was　detained；　and；　as　it
  were；　spell…bound；　in　breathless　ecstasy。　The　very　birds　gathered　in
  the　neighboring　trees；　and　hushing　their　own　strains；　listened　in
  charmed　silence。
  Rumor　soon　spread　the　news　abroad。　The　inhabitants　of　Granada
  thronged　to　the　Alhambra　to　catch　a　few　notes　of　the　transcendent
  music　that　floated　about　the　Tower　of　Las　Infantas。
  The　lovely　little　minstrel　was　at　length　drawn　forth　from　her
  retreat。　The　rich　and　powerful　of　the　land　contended　who　should
  entertain　and　do　honor　to　her；　or　rather；　who　should　secure　the　charms
  of　her　lute　to　draw　fashionable　throngs　to　their　saloons。　Wherever　she
  went　her　vigilant　aunt　kept　a　dragon　watch　at　her　elbow；　awing　the
  throngs　of　impassioned　admirers；　who　hung　in　raptures　on　her
  strains。　The　report　of　her　wonderful　powers　spread　from　city　to
  city。　Malaga；　Seville；　Cordova；　all　became　successively　mad　on　the
  theme；　nothing　was　talked　of　throughout　Andalusia　but　the　beautiful
  minstrel　of　the　Alhambra。　How　could　it　be　otherwise　among　a　people
  so　musical　and　gallant　as　the　Andalusians；　when　the　lute　was　magical
  in　its　powers；　and　the　minstrel　inspired　by　love！
  While　all　Andalusia　was　thus　music　mad；　a　different　mood　prevailed
  at　the　court　of　Spain。　Philip　V；　as　is　well　known；　was　a　miserable
  hypochondriac；　and　subject　to　all　kinds　of　fancies。　Sometimes　he　would
  keep　to　his　bed　for　weeks　together；　groaning　under　imaginary
  complaints。　At　other　times　he　would　insist　upon　abdicating　his　throne；
  to　the　great　annoyance　of　his　royal　spouse；　who　had　a　strong　relish
  for　the　splendors　of　a　court　and　the　glories　of　a　crown；　and　guided
  the　sceptre　of　her　imbecile　lord　with　an　expert　and　steady　hand。
  Nothing　was　found　to　be　so　efficacious　in　dispelling　the　royal
  megrims　as　the　power　of　music；　the　queen　took　care；　therefore；　to　have
  the　best　performers；　both　vocal　and　instrumental；　at　hand；　and
  retained　the　famous　Italian　singer　Farinelli　about　the　court　as　a　kind
  of　royal　physician。
  At　the　moment　we　treat　of；　however；　a　freak　had　come　over　the　mind
  of　this　sapient　and　illustrious　Bourbon　that　surpassed　all　former
  vagaries。　After　a　long　spell　of　imaginary　illness；　which　set　all　the
  strains　of　Farinelli　and　the　consultations　of　a　whole　orchestra　of
  court　fiddlers　at　defiance；　the　monarch　fairly；　in　idea；　gave　up　the
  ghost；　and　considered　himself　absolutely　dead。
  This　would　have　been　harmless　enough；　and　even　convenient　both　to
  his　queen　and　courtiers；　had　he　been　content　to　remain　in　the　quietude
  befitting　a　dead　man；　but　to　their　annoyance　he　insisted　upon　having
  the　funeral　ceremonies　performed　over　him；　and；　to　their　inexpressible
  perplexity；　began　to　grow　impatient；　and　to　revile　bitterly　at　them
  for　negligence　and　disrespect；　in　leaving　him　unburied。　What　was　to　be
  done？　To　disobey　the　king's　positive　commands　was　monstrous　in　the
  eyes　of　the　obsequious　courtiers　of　a　punctilious　court…　but　to　obey
  him；　and　bury　him　alive　would　be　downright　regicide！
  In　the　midst　of　this　fearful　dilemma　a　rumor　reached　the　court；　of
  the　female　minstrel　who　was　turning　the　brains　of　all　Andalusia。　The
  queen　dispatched　missions　in　all　haste　to　summon　her　to　St。　Ildefonso；
  where　the　court　at　that　time　resided。
  Within　a　few　days；　as　the　queen　with　her　maids　of　honor　was
  walking　in　those　stately　gardens；　intended；　with　their　avenues　and
  terraces　and　fountains；　to　eclipse　the　glories　of　Versailles；　the
  far…famed　minstrel　was　conducted　into　her　presence。　The　imperial
  Elizabetta　gazed　with　surprise　at　the　youthful　and　unpretending
  appearance　of　the　little　being　that　had　set　the　world　madding。　She　was
  in　her　picturesque　Andalusian　dress；　her　silver　lute　in　hand；　and
  stood　with　modest　and　downcast　eyes；　but　with　a　simplicity　and
  freshness　of　beauty　that　still　bespoke　her　〃the　Rose　of　the　Alhambra。〃
  As　usual　she　was　accompanied　by　the　ever…vigilant　Fredegonda；　who
  gave　the　whole　history　of　her　parentage　and　descent　to　the　inquiring
  queen。　If　the　stately　Elizabetta　had　been　interested　by　the　appearance
  of　Jacinta；　she　was　still　more　pleased　when　she　learnt　that　she　was　of
  a　meritorious　though　impoverished　line；　and　that　her　father　had
  bravely　fallen　in　the　service　of　the　crown。　〃If　thy　powers　equal　their
  renown；〃　said　she；　〃and　thou　canst　cast　forth　this　evil　spirit　that
  possesses　thy　sovereign；　thy　fortunes　shall　henceforth　be　my　care；　and
  honors　and　wealth　attend　thee。〃
  Impatient　to　make　trial　of　her　skill；　she　led　the　way　at　once　to　the
  apartment　of　the　moody　monarch。
  Jacinta　followed　with　downcast　eyes　through　files　of　guards　and
  crowds　of　courtiers。　They　arrived　at　length　at　a　great　chamber　hung
  with　black。　The　windows　were　closed　to　exclude　the　light　of　day：　a
  number　of　yellow　wax