“It is evident,” said Lady Mabel, “that the work Pelayo began was never finished by his successors; that in reconquering the country the Christians did not make thorough work in expelling the Moors.”

“I know not how thoroughly they may have driven out the Moors,” said Mrs. Shortridge, “but they certainly have not kept out the black-a-moors.  The negroes now form no small part of the population of Lisbon.”

“And the worst part,” said L’Isle; “as will always happen when an inferior race is brought in contact and competition with one superior to it.  A great part of the robbers, and other criminals there, are negroes.  These are comparatively new-comers; but among the old population around us, though we meet with many specimens of men of pure and better breed, still, the great number of turned-up noses and projecting lips we see, gives us an idea of an intermixture with negroes.  This mixture and deterioration of the people will control the condition of the country far more than revolutions in church and state.  The presence of but one race in a country renders possible a real freedom, embracing the whole population, and it becomes more attainable if this people be a race of high caste; but an inferior people mingled with them, will be politically and socially subjected to them.  This is the history of races all over the world.”

They had now ridden many miles on the road to Murao, whither L’Isle would gladly have led the ladies, were it only for the pleasure of taking them across the Guadiana, so renowned in song; but he feared to prolong the fatigues of the journey beyond the next day, and bade the muleteer find the shortest way back to Elvas.  On this their guide soon turned into a by-way, and they gradually left the cultivated country behind them.  The heat of the day made them wish for shelter long before it could be found in so bare and desolate a region.  At length they were cheered by the sight of a few pines of stunted growth, and seating themselves in the shade, prepared to dine, while the servants went in search of water, which proved scarce drinkable when brought.  The sweet-smelling thyme, which abounded in this spot, now bruised under the horses’ hoofs, gave a refreshing fragrance to the air, and they rested the longer, as Mrs. Shortridge seemed worn out with the heat.  Lady Mabel seized the occasion to add some new plants to her hortus siccus, which, now swollen to a portentous bulk, occupied the highest place in the load of one of the mules.  As she wandered from one cluster of plants to another, her voice rose into a tuneful strain.  L’Isle followed her with eye and ear, as imprisoned Palamon did Emilie, while

  “She gathered flowers, partly white and red,
   To make a subtle garland for her head,
   And as an angel, heaven-like she sang.”

But she presently returned to her seat, and to her favorite diversion of exciting Moodie’s controversial spirit, by asking him if there was not something exceedingly impressive in the external religion of the people they were among?