A Re-encounter 



sengers came in from the steamer during the table d'hote 

 dinner, and among them was the young German I had met 

 at the Waterloo station, and travelled to Southampton with. 

 We agreed that the world cannot be half so big as is sup- 

 posed, since if you meet a man once, it is always even 

 betting that you will meet him again. i Together, we 

 explored the city, discovered the cathedral, and wandered 

 through its dim, vast, echoing aisles, where innumerable 

 quaintly-carved and painted virgins stand amid their several 

 constellations of candles ; and here and there some divine 

 picture by Murillo or Alonso Cano, looks graciously down 

 from its dark recess, through massive gates of gilded iron. 

 We stood before the famous Guardian Angel. New-lighted 

 from the clouds, and looking down with serious eyes of love 

 upon his charge, he leads the baby soul with one hand, and 

 with the other points to a brightening Heaven. We stood 

 and gazed, while, murmuring far away in mellow cadence, 

 rose and fell the many-voiced chant ; and, faintly wafted 

 from the swinging censers, came fragrant incense in trans- 

 parent wreaths. 



I called on the Marques de Castilleja and delivered my 

 letter. He was an amiable, intelligent man, with very quiet 

 manners, light complexion, and talked excellent French. 

 He bade me be seated in a comfortable arm-chair, and made 

 no sort of fuss about my hat, which rather took me aback ; 

 as I had carefully got up all the ancient ceremonial de- 

 scribed in Ford, and was prepared to struggle at least a 

 quarter of an hour which of us should set it down. Instead 



' I met him again at Malaga, and three years afterward in 

 Naples. He told me he was engaged to a Malagan lady, and 

 was about to settle there in the wine-trade. Any reader about 

 to order sweet or dry Malaga is recommended to Herr Rudolph 

 Dill. 



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