The Helmet of Mambrino* 



" How can I be mistaken, thou eternal misbe- 

 liever? " cried Don Quixote; " dost thou not see that 

 knight that comes riding up directly towards us upon 

 a dapple-gray steed, with a helmet of gold on his 

 head ?" 



" I see what I see," replied Sancho, " and the devil 

 of anything can I spy but a fellow on such another 

 gray ass as mine is, with something that glitters o' top 

 of his head." 



"I tell thee that is Mambrino's helmet," replied 

 Don Quixote. — Cervantes, 



DEAR DON HORACIO: You 

 cannot have forgotten the 

 morning we turned our backs upon 

 San Francisco, and slowly rambled 

 seaward through winding hollows of 

 park, nor how the mist drooped low 

 as if to hear the tones of fondness 

 in our talk of Cervantes and the 

 Don, nor how the approving sun 

 seemed to send a benediction through 

 the riven cloud-rack overhead. 



* By courtesy of The Century Company. 



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