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these the pictures at Seville, and imagine the treat 

 we have had. I shall leave all this for Mrs. Gray to 

 expatiate upon next winter. 



We now know Murillo, and rank him next to Titian, 

 and in feeling and delicacy much above him. He 

 could paint something besides Spanish-girl Madonnas, 

 lovely as they are, and Spanish beggars, where he 

 had only to copy from the streets ; and whoever 

 has not seen St. Elisabeth of Hungary, the Roman 

 Senator and his Wife, the Guardian Angel, Moses 

 striking the Rock, and its companion, the Loaves 

 and Fishes, and the St. Antony of Padua, down 

 to whom the Infant Christ lightly floats, encircled 

 with child angels, has not yet seen the works of Mu- 

 rillo. Then Velasquez, most noble, and Zurbaran 

 and Ribera, and Cano, Morales, and Moro, and others 

 whom I never knew aught about before. At Toledo 

 we passed two days and three nights, well filled 

 with sights of Old World things hardly touched 

 by the later ages ; and there is the grandest of cathe- 

 drals ; and yet the interior of that of Seville is rather 

 more satisfying. These three, Burgos, Toledo, Se- 

 ville, I should place in this ascending order, or brack- 

 eting the latter two. 



A journey overnight brought us at sunrise into 

 Andalusia, at Cordova, which we passed (to take on 

 the way from Granada), and so to Seville for break- 

 fast, three happy, sunny, busy days there, and then to 

 Malaga, two days, and then on to this place, which we 

 reached after dark, and are now enjoying our second 

 day in. 



There are two hotels up here, under the Alhambra 

 walls, and we are at one of them. Yesterday the road 



