Thomas Tamaio de Vargas, the editor of the spurious Luitprand, says, that

not only many Hebrew words are mixed with the old Spanish, but that,

_prô dolor!_ the black and stinking Jewish blood had been mingled with

the most pure blood of the Spaniards. (p. 96.) They were very anxious,

he says, to intermarry, and spoil the pure blood. And he adds, that

the Spaniards call them _putos_, quia _putant_. “But,” says Sir Thomas

Browne, “that an unsavoury odour is gentilitious, or national to the

Jews, we cannot well concede. And if, (according to good relations,)

where they may freely speak it, they forbear not to boast that there

are at present many thousand Jews in Spain, France, and England, and

some dispensed withal even to the degree of priesthood, it is a matter

very considerable, and could they be smelled out, would much advantage

not only the church of Christ, but also the coffers of princes.—The

ground that begat or propagated this assertion might be the distasteful

averseness of the Christian from the Jew upon the villainy of that fact,

which made them abominable, and ‘stink in the nostrils of all men.’

Which real practice and metaphorical expression did after proceed into

a literal construction, but was a fraudulent illation; for such an evil

savour their father Jacob acknowledged in himself, when he said his

sons had made him stink in the land, that is, to be abominable unto

the inhabitants thereof.—Another cause is urged by Campegius, and much

received by Christians; that this ill savour is a curse derived upon them

by Christ, and stands as a badge or brand of a generation that crucified

their _Salvator_. But this is a conceit without all warrant, and an easy

way to take off dispute in what point of obscurity soever.” _Vulgar

Errors_, Book iv. ch. 10.

The Mahommedans also hold a like opinion of the unsavouriness of the

Jews, and account for it by this legend which is given by Sale. “Some of

the children of Israel abandoned their dwellings because of a pestilence,

or, as others say, to avoid serving in a religious war; but as they fled,

God struck them all dead in a certain valley. About eight days or more

after, when their bodies were corrupted, the Prophet Ezekiel happening

to pass that way, at the sight wept; whereupon God said to him, ‘Call

to them, O Ezekiel, and I will restore them to life.’ And accordingly,

on the prophet’s call, they all arose, and lived several years after;

but they retained the colour and stench of dead corpses as long as they

lived, and the clothes they wore were changed as black as pitch, which

qualities they transmitted to their posterity.”

One of our own travellers[7] tells us of a curious practical application

of this belief in Barbary. “The Moors of Tangier,” he says, “when they

want rain, and have prayed in vain for it, set the Jews to work, saying,

that though God would not grant it to the prayers of the faithful, he

would to the Jews, in order to be rid of their stink.” Ludicrous as

this is, South has a passage concerning the Jews, which is little more

reasonable, in one of his sermons. “The truth is,” he says, “they were

all along a cross, odd, untoward sort of people, and such as God seems to

have chosen, and (as the Prophets sometimes phrase it) to have espoused

to himself, upon the very same account that Socrates espoused Xantippe,

only for her extreme ill conditions, above all that he could possibly

find or pick out of that sex: and so the fittest argument both to

exercise and declare his admirable patience to the world.”—Vol. i. 421.

* * * * *

_A yoke

Of iron servitude oppress’d and gall’d

The children of the soil._—I. p. 1.

Of the condition of slaves under the Spanish Wisigoths, I have given an

account in the Introduction of the Chronicle of the Cid. This also, like

the persecution of the Jews, must greatly have facilitated the Moorish

conquest. Another facilitating cause was, that notwithstanding their

frequent civil disturbances, they had in great measure ceased to be a

warlike people. The many laws in the Fuero Juzgo, for compelling men to

military service, prove this. These laws are full of complaints that the

people would avoid the service if they could. Habits of settled life

seem throughout Europe to have effeminated the northern conquerors, till

the Normans renovated the race, and the institutions of chivalry and the

crusades produced a new era.

* * * * *

_Thou, Calpe, sawest their coming: ancient Rock

Renown’d, no longer now shalt thou be call’d

From Gods and Heroes of the years of yore,

Kronos, or hundred-handed Briareus,

Bacchus or Hercules; but doom’d to bear

The name of thy new conqueror._—I. p. 2.

Gibel-al-Tarif, the mountain Tarif, is the received etymology of

Gibraltar: Ben Hazel, a Granadan Moor, says expressly, that the mountain

derived its name from this general. Its former appellations may be seen

in the _Historia de Gibraltar_, by Don Ignacio Lopez de Ayala. The

derivation of the word Calpe is not known: Florian de Ocampo identifies

it with the English word _golloping_, in a passage which may amuse

the Spanish scholar. “_La segunda nombradia fue llamarle Calpe, cuya

razon, segun dicen algunos, procedio de que los Andaluces ancianos en

su lengua vieja solian llamar Calepas y Calpes a qualesquier cosas

enhiestas y levantadas, agora fuesen peñascos, o pizarras, o maderos,

o piedras menores, como lo significamos en los diez y ocho capitulos

precedentes: y dicen que con estar alli junto de Gibraltar sobre sus

marinas el risco, que ya dixe muy encumbrado y enhiesto, qual hoy dia

parece, lo llamaban Calpes aquellos Andaluces pasados: y por su respecto

la mesma poblacion vino tambien a tener despues aquel proprio nombre. No

faltan otras personas que siguiendo las Escrituras Griegas pongan esta

razon del nombre Calpes mucho diversamente, diciendo, que quando los

cosarios Argonautas desembarcaron en España, cerca del estrecho, segun

ya lo declaramos, el tiempo que hacian sus exercicios arriba dichos,

de saltos y luchas, y musicas acordadas, bien asi como los pastores

Españoles comarcanos recibian contentamientos grande, mirado las tales

desenvolturas y ligerezas, no menos aquellos Griegos recien venidos

notaban algunos juegos, dudo que trabajosos y dificiles, que los mesmos

pastores obraban entre si para su recreacion y deporte; particularmente

consideraran un regocijo de caballos, donde ciertos dias aplazados venian

todos a se juntar como para cosa de gran pundonor._

“_El qual regocijo hacian desta manera. Tomaban yeguas en pelo, quanto

mas corredoras y ligeras podian haber, y puestos ellos encima desnudos

sin alguna ropa, ataban en las quixadas barbicachos de rama, torcidos

y majados a manera de freno, con que salian del puesto dos a dos a

la par corriendo lo mas que sus yeguas podian, para llegar a cierta

senal de pizarras enhiestas o de maderos hincados y levantados en fin

de la carrera. Venidos al medio trecho de su corrida saltaban de las

yeguas en tierra, no las parando ni deteniendo: y asi trabados por el

barbicacho, corrian tambien ellos á pie, sin las dexar, puesto que mas

furia llevasen: porque si las dexaban ó se desprendian dellas, y no

sustentaban el freno continuamente, hasta ser pasada la carrera, perdian

la reputation y las apuestas, quedando tan amenguados y vencidos,

quanto quedaria triunfante quien primero llegase con su yegua para

tomar la presa que tenian en el fin de la carrera sobre las pizarras o

maderos hincados. Quando saltaban de sus yeguas, dicen que les iban

hablando porque no se detuviesen, voceandoles y diciendoles a menudo

palabras animosos y dulces: llamabanles pies hermosas, generosas en el

correr, casta real, hembras preciosas, acrecentadoras de sus honras, y

mas otras razones muchas con que las tenian vezadas, a no se parar ni

perder el impetu comenzado: de manera que los tropeles en este punto,

los pundonores y regocijos de correr, y de no mostrar floxedad era cosa

mucho de notar, asi por la parte de los hombres, como por parte de las

yeguas. A los Griegos Argonautas les parecio juego tan varonil que muchas

veces lo probaron tambien ellos a revuelta de los Espanoles, como quiera

que jamas pudieron tener aquella vigilancia ni ligereza, ni reciura

que tenian estos otros para durar con sus yeguas. Y dado que las tales

yeguas corriesen harto furiosas, y les ensenasen muchos dias antes a

seguir estas parejas, quanto mejor entendian a la verdad, ni las de los

unos, ni las de los otros corrian tanto despues que saltaban dellas,

como quando los traian encima: y asi las palabras que los Griegos en

aquella sazon puestos a pie hablaban eran tambien al mesmo proposito

conformes a las de los Andaluces Españoles en su lengua, provincial,

nombrandolas Calopes, Calopes, Calopes a la contina, que fue palabra

Griega, compuesta de dos vocablos: uno Calos, que significa cosa hermosa,

ligera y agraciada: otro Pus, que quiere decir pie, como que las llamasen

pies agraciados, o pies desenvueltos y ligeros: y por abreviar mas el

vocablo, para que sus yeguas lo pudiesen mas presto sentir, acortabanlo

con una letra menos en el medio, y en lugar de nombrarlas Calopes, les

deciam Calpes, que significa lo mesmo Calopes: la qual palabra me parece

dura todavia hasta nuestro siglo presente, donde pocas letras mudadas,

por decir Calopes o Calpes, lo pronunciamos Galopes, quando los caballos

y yeguas, o qualesquier otros animales, no corren a todo poder sino trote

largo seguido. Vino desto que las mesmas fiestas y manera del juego se

nombraron Calpes: dado que para conmigo bastara saber la victoria deste

juego consistir en ligereza de pies, y por eso solo deberse llamar

Calopes a Calpe, sin anadir lo que hablaban a las yeguas, pues aquello

primero comprehende bastantemente la razon deste vocablo. Pero si todavia

fue cierto que les decian aquellas palabras quando corrian sus parejas,

ninguna cosa daña dexarlas aquí puestas._”—Coronica General de Espana, c.

38.

* * * * *

_Famine and Pestilence had wasted them._—I. p. 3.

In the reign of Egica, Witiza’s father,—_plaga inguinalis

immisericorditer illabitur_. (Isid. Pacensis.) And for two years before

the Moorish invasion,—_habia habido continua hambre y pestilencia en

Espana, con que se habian debilitado mucho los cuerpos, sin lo que el

ocio las habia enflaquecido_.—Morales, 12. 69. 5.

St. Isidore, in his History of the Goths, distinctly describes the

Northern Lights among the signs that announced the wars of Attila.

“_Multa eodem tempore cœli et terræ signa præcesserunt, quorum prodigiis

tam crudele bellum significaretur. Nam, assiduis terræ motibus factis, a

parte Orientis Luna fuscata est, a solis occasu stella cometes apparuit,

atque ingenti magnitudine aliquandiu fulsit._ Ab aquilonis plaga cœlum

rubens, sicut ignis aut sanguis, effectus est, permistis perigneum

ruborem lineis clarioribus in speciem hastarum rutilantium deformatis.

_Nec mirum, ut in tam ingenti cæsorum strage, divinitus tam multa

signorum demonstraretur ostensio._”—España Sagrada, t. vi. 491.

* * * * *

_And worst of enemies, their Sins were arm’d

Against them._—I. p. 3.

The following description of the state of the Christian world when the

Saracens began their conquests, is taken from a singular manuscript,

“wherein the history of the Cruisades and of all the Mahommedan emperors

from A. D. 558, to A. D. 1588, is gathered out of the Chronikes of

William Archbishop of Tyreus, the protoscribe of Palestine, of Basilius

Jhohannes Heraldus, and sundry others, and reduced into a poem epike by

Robert Barret, 1610.” The author was an old soldier, whose language is a

compound of Josuah Sylvester and King Cambyses, with a strong relish of

Ancient Pistol.

Now in this sin-flood age not only in East

Did the impious imps the faithful persecute,

But like affliction them pursued in West,

And in all parts the good trod under foot;

For Faith in some was cold, from others fled,

And fear of God dislodged out human hearts;

Astrea flown to skies, and in her stead

Iniquity enthronized; in all parts

Violence had vogue, and on sathanized earth

Fraud, Mischief, Murder martialled the camp;

Sweet Virtue fled the field: Hope, out of breath;

And Vice, all-stainer, every soul did stamp;

So that it seem’d World drew to’s evening tide,

Nought else expecting but Christ’s second coming;

For Charity was cold on every side,

And Truth and Trust were gone from earth a-mumming.

All things confused ran, so that it seemed

The World return would to his chaos old;

Princes the path of justice not esteemed,

Headlong with prince ran people young and old.

All sainct confederations infringed,

And for light cause would prince with prince enquarrel;

Countries bestreamed with blood, with fire besinged,

All set to each, all murders sorts unbarrelled.

No wight his own could own; ’twas current coin

Each man to strip, provided he were rich.

The church sacriledged, choir made cot for swine,

And zealous ministers were made to scritche.

Robbing was made fair purchase, murder manhood,

And none secure by land ne sea could pass;

The humble heartless, ireful hearts ran wood,

Esteemed most who mischief most could dress

All lubrick lusts shamelese without comptroll

Ran full career; each would a rider be;

And Heaven’s friend, all sainct Continency,

Was banished quite: Lasciviousness did roll,

Frugality, healthful Sobriety

No place could find; all parts enquartered were

With Bacchus-brutes and Satyres-luxury.

All lawless games bore sway, with blasphemes roare,

’Twixt Clerk and Laick difference was none,

Disguized all, phantastick out of norme;

But as the Prophet says, as Priests do run,

So run the people, peevish in disform.

The Bishops graded once, dumb dogs become,

Their heads sin vyncting, flocks abandon soon;

Princes applauders, person-acceptors,

The good’s debarrers and the bad’s abetters;

Fleshly all, all filthy simonized,

Preferring profit ’fore the Eternal’s praise.

The church enschismed, court all atheized,

The commons kankred, all all in distrayes;

The plotting politician’s pate admired,

Their skill consisting in preventions scull,

Pathicks preferred, Cyprin ware desired,

Ocean of mischiefs flowing moon-tide full:

So that it seem’d that all flesh desperately

Like wolf-scared sheep were plunged headlong down

In pit of hell: puddled all pestfully

The court, church, commons, province, city, town;

All haggards; none reclaimed once could be,

Ne by the word, the word ’bused by organs bad,

Ne yet by signs that spotted chrystal sky,

Ne other prodigies, presages sad,

Neither gust shakings of this settled globe;

Neither sharpe pencil of war, famine, pest,

Could once one ray engrave in steeled breast,

Or Christians cause their sin-jagged robe disrobe.

Thus stood the sad state of that sin-stain’d time,

And Christians of this our all-zeal cold time,

Let us now par’llel that time with our time,

Our parallel’d time will parallel that time,

Then triple-sainct, thou just geometer true,

Our time not parallel by thy justice line,

But with thy mercy’s paralleling brow,

Reform our crimeful Angles by grace thine.

* * * * *

_Eight summer days, from morn till latest eve,

The fatal fight endured._—I. p. 3.

_Ocho veces la lampara febea

Salio alumbrando el mundo, y ocho veces

La negra sombra de la noche fea

De la luna alteró las blancas teces;

Y tantos dias la mortal pelea,

El sol y las estrellas por jueces,

En España duro, sin durar ella

Mas en su libertad, que en fenecella._

Balbuena, El Bernardo, t. ii. 275.

* * * * *

_Roderick’s royal car._—I. p. 3.

“Roderike, the first day after the battayle, observing the auncient

guise of his countrey, came into the fielde apparailled in a gowne of

beaten golde, having also on his head a crown of gold, and golden shoes,

and all his other apparaile set with rich pearles and precious stones,

ryding in a horse-litter of ivorie, drawne by two goodly horses; which

order the Goths used alwayes in battailes for this consideration, that

the souldiours, well knowing their king could not escape away by flight

from them, shuld be assured that there was none other way but either to

die togither in that place, or else to winne the victorie; for it had

bene a thing most shamefull and reproachful to forsake their prince and

anoynted soveraigne. Which custome and maner many free confederate cities

of Italie folowing, trimmed and adorned for the warres a certain chayre

of estate, called _Carocio_, wherein were set the penons and ensigns

of all the confederates; this chayre, in battaile, was drawn by many

oxen, wherby the whole hoast was given to understand that they could not

with any honesty flie, by reason of the slow pace and unweldinesse of

those heavie beasts.”—_A Notable Historie of the Saracens, drawen out of

Augustine Curio, and sundry other good Authours. By Thomas Newton, 1575._

_En ruedas de marfil, envuelto en sedas,

De oro la frente orlada, y mas dispuesto

Al triunfo y al festin que a la pelea,

El sucesor indigno de Alarico

Llevo tras si la maldicion eterna.

Ah! yo la vi: la lid por siete dias

Duro, mas no fue lid, fue una sangrienta

Carniceria: huyeron los cobardes

Los traidores vendieron sus banderas,

Los fuertes, los leales perecieron._—QUINTANA.

The author of the chivalrous Chronicle of King Don Rodrigo gives a

singular description of this car, upon the authority of his pretended

original Eleastras; for he, “seeing that calamities went on increasing,

and that the destruction of the Goths was at hand, thought that if things

were to end as they had begun, it would be a marvel if there should be

in Spain any king or lord of the lineage of the Goths after the death of

King Don Rodrigo; and therefore it imported much that he should leave

behind him a remembrance of the customs of the Gothic kings, and of the

manner in which they were wont to enter into battle and how they went to

war. And he says, that the king used to go in a car made after a strange

fashion. The wheels of this car were made of the bones of elephants, and

the axle-tree was of fine silver, and the perch was of fine gold. It was

drawn by two horses, who were of great size and gentle; and upon the car

there was pitched a tent, so large that it covered the whole car, and it

was of fine cloth of gold, upon which were wrought all the great feats

in arms which had been achieved until that time; and the pillar of the

tent was of gold, and many stones of great value were set in it, which

sent forth such splendour, that by night there was no need of any other

light therein. And the car and the horses bore the same adornments as the

king, and these were full of pearls the largest which could be found. And

in the middle of the car there was a seat placed against the pillar of

the tent; and this seat was of great price, insomuch that the value of

it cannot be summed up, so many and so great were the stones which were

set in it; and it was wrought so subtly, and of such rare workmanship,

that they who saw it marvelled thereat. And upon this seat the king was

seated, being lifted up so high that all in the host, little or great,

might behold him. And in this manner it was appointed that the king

should go to war. And round about the car there were to go a thousand

knights, who had all been knighted by the hand of the king, all armed;

and in the day of battle they were to be on foot round about the car;

and all plighted homage to the king not to depart from it in any manner

whatsoever, and that they would rather receive their death there, than

go from their place beside the car. And the king had his crown upon his

head. And in this guise all the kings of the Goths, who had been lords of

Spain, were to go to battle; and this custom they had all observed till

the King Don Rodrigo; but he, because of the great grief which he had in

his heart, would never ascend the car, neither did he go in it into the

battle.”—Part i. c. 215.

_Entrò Rodrigo en la batalla fiera,

Armado en blanco de un arnes dorado,

El yelmo coronado de una esfera

Que en luzes vence al circulo estrellado:

En unas ricas andas, ô litera

Que al hijo de Climene despeñado

Engañaran mejor que el carro de oro

De ygual peligro, y de mayor tesoro._

_La purpura real las armas cubre,

El grave rostro en magestad le baña,

El ceptro por quien era le descubre

Rodrigo ultimo Godo Rey de Espana:

Mas de la suerte que en lluvioso Otubre

Lo verde que le veste ya compaña,

Desnuda al olmo blanco, rompe y quita

Vulturno ayrado que al invierno incita._

_Caen las hojas sobre el agua clara

Que le bañava el pie, y el ornamento

Del tronco imita nuestra edad que para

En su primero humilde fundamento:

Desierta queda la frondosa vara,

Sigue la rama, en remolino, al viento,

Que la aparta del arbol, que saltea

Su blanca, verde, y palida librea._

_Assi Rodrigo el miserable dia

Ultimo de esta guerra desdichada,

Quedo en el campo, donde ya tenia

La magestad del ombro derribada:

Alli la rota purpura yazia

Teñida en sangre, y en sudor vañada,

Alli el verde laurel, y el ceptro de oro,

Siendo el arbol su cuerpo, el viento el Moro._

LOPE DE VEGA. Jerusalen Conquistada, l. vi. f. 136.

* * * * *

_That helm

Whose horns, amid the thickest of the fray

Eminent, had mark’d his presence._—I. p. 3.

Morales describes this horned helmet from a coin. “_Tiene de la una parte

su rostro, harto diferente de los que en las otras Monedas de estas Reyes

parecen. Tiene manera de estar armado, y salenle por cima de la celada

unas puntas como cuernos pequeños y derechos por ambos lados, que lo

hacen estraño y espantable._” Florez has given this coin in his _Medallas

de Espana_, from the only one which was known to be in existence, and

which was then in the collection of the Infante D. Gabriel. It was struck

at Egitania, the present Idana, and, like all the coins of the Visigoth

kings, is of the rudest kind. The lines which Morales describes are

sufficiently apparent, and if they are not intended for horns, it is

impossible to guess what else they may have been meant to represent.

“These Gothic coins,” says P. D. Jeronymo Contador de Argote, “have a

thousand barbarisms, as well in their letters as in other circumstances.

They mingle Greek characters with Latin ones; and in what regards the

relief or figure, nothing can be more dissimilar than the representation

to the thing which it is intended to represent. I will relate what

happened to me with one, however much D. Egidio de Albornos de Macedo

may reprehend me for it in his _Parecer Anathomico_. Valerio Pinto de

Sa, an honourable citizen of Braga, of whom, in various parts of these

Memoirs, I have made well-deserved mention, and of whose friendship I

have been proud ever since I have been in that city, gave me, some six

or seven years ago, a gold coin of King Leovigildo, who was the first of

the Gothic kings of Spain that coined money, for till then both Goths and

Sueves used the Roman. I examined it leisurely, and what I clearly saw

was a cross on the one side upon some steps, and some ill-shaped letters

around it; and on the reverse something, I knew not what: It seemed to me

like a tree, or a stake which shot out some branches: Round about were

some letters, more distinct; I could not, however, ascertain what they

signified. It happened about that time that I had the honour of a visit

from the most illustrious Sr. D. Francisco de Almeida, then a most worthy

Academician of the Royal Academy, and at present a most deserving and

eminent Principal of the Holy Patriarchal Church. He saw this coin, and

he also was puzzled by the side which represented what I called a tree.

He asked me to lend it him, that he might examine it more at leisure.

He took it away, and after some days returned it, saying, that he had

examined it with a microscope, and that what I had taken for a stake was

without question the portrait of King Leovigildo. I confess that I was

not yet entirely satisfied: however, I showed it afterwards to divers

persons, all of whom said they knew not what the said figure could be;

but when I desired them to see if it could be this portrait, they all

agreed that it was. This undeceived me, and by looking at the coin in

every possible light, at last I came to see it also, and acknowledge the

truth with the rest. And afterwards I found in the Dialogues of Antonio

Agostinho, treating of these Gothic coins, that there are some of such

rude workmanship, that where a face should be represented, some represent

a pitcher, and others an urn.”—_Memorias de Braga_, t. iii. p. lix.

* * * * *

_He bade the river bear the name of Joy._—I. p. 3.

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