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    CHAPTER XV.
    ASTOLPHO IN ABYSSINIA.

    WHEN we last parted with the adventurous paladin Astolpho, he was
    just commencing that flight over the countries of the world from which
    he promised himself so much gratification. Our readers are aware
    that the eagle and the falcon have not so swift a flight as the
    Hippogriff on which Astolpho rode. It was not long, therefore,
    before the paladin, directing his course toward the southeast, arrived
    over that part of Africa where the great river Nile has its source.
    Here he alighted, and found himself in the neighborhood of the capital
    of Abyssinia, ruled by Senapus, whose riches and power were immense.
    His palace was of surpassing splendor; the bars of the gates, the
    hinges and locks, were all of pure gold; in fact this metal, in that
    country, is put to all those uses for which we employ iron. It is so
    common that they prefer for ornamental purposes rock crystal, of which
    all the columns were made. Precious stones of different kinds, rubies,
    emeralds, sapphires, and topazes were set in ornamental designs, and
    the walls and ceilings were adorned with pearls.
    It is in this country those famous balms grow of which there are
    some few plants in that part of Judaea called Gilead. Musk, ambergris,
    and numerous gums, so precious in Europe, are here in their native
    climate. It is said the Sultan of Egypt pays a vast tribute to the
    monarch of this country to hire him not to cut off the source of the
    Nile, which he might easily do, and cause the river to flow in some
    other direction, thus depriving Egypt of the source of its fertility.
    At the time of Astolpho's arrival in his dominions, this monarch was
    in great affliction. In spite of his riches and the precious
    productions of his country, he was in danger of dying of hunger. He
    was a prey to a flock of obscene birds called Harpies, which
    attacked him whenever he sat at meat, and with their claws snatched,
    tore, and scattered everything, overturning the vessels, devouring the
    food, and infecting what they left with their filthy touch. It was
    said this punishment was inflicted upon the king because when young,
    and filled with pride and presumption, he had attempted to invade with
    an army the terrestrial paradise, which is situated on the top of a
    mountain whence the Nile draws its source. Nor was this his only
    punishment. He was struck blind.
    Astolpho, on arriving in the dominions of this monarch, hastened
    to pay him his respects. King Senapus received him graciously, and
    ordered a splendid repast to be prepared in honor of his arrival.
    While the guests were seated at table, Astolpho filling the place of
    dignity at the king's right hand, the horrid scream of the Harpies was
    heard in the air, and soon they approached, hovering over the
    tables, seizing the food from the dishes, and overturning everything
    with the flapping of their broad wings. In vain the guests struck at
    them with knives and any weapons which they had, and Astolpho drew his
    sword and gave them repeated blows, which seemed to have no more
    effect upon them than if their bodies had been made of tow.
    At last Astolpho thought of his horn. He first gave warning to the
    king and his guests to stop their ears; then blew a blast. The
    Harpies, terrified at the sound, flew away as fast as their wings
    could carry them. The paladin mounted his Hippogriff, and pursued
    them, blowing his horn as often as he came near them. They stretched
    their flight towards the great mountain, at the foot of which there is
    a cavern, which is thought to be the mouth of the infernal abodes.
    Hither those horrid birds flew, as if to their home. Having seen
    them all disappear in the recess, Astolpho cared not to pursue them
    farther, but, alighting, rolled huge stones into the mouth of the
    cave, and piled branches of trees therein, so that he effectually
    barred their passage out, and we have no evidence of their ever having
    been seen since in the outer air.
    After this labor, Astolpho refreshed himself by bathing in a
    fountain whose pure waters bubbled from a cleft of the rock. Having
    rested awhile, an earnest desire seized him of ascending the
    mountain which towered above him. The Hippogriff bore him swiftly
    upwards, and landed him on the top of the mountain, which he found
    to be an extensive plain.
    A splendid palace rose in the middle of this plain, whose walls
    shone with such brilliancy that mortal eyes could hardly bear the
    sight. Astolpho guided the winged horse towards this edifice, and made
    him poise himself in the air while he took a leisurely survey of
    this favored spot and its environs. It seemed as if nature and art had
    striven with one another to see which could do the most for its
    embellishment.
    Astolpho, on approaching the edifice, saw a venerable man advance to
    meet him. This personage was clothed in a long vesture as white as
    snow, while a mantle of purple covered his shoulders, and hung down to
    the ground. A white beard descended to his middle, and his hair, of
    the same color, overshadowed his shoulders. His eyes were so
    brilliant, that Astolpho felt persuaded that he was a blessed
    inhabitant of the heavenly mansions.
    The sage, smiling benignantly upon the paladin, who from respect had
    dismounted from his horse, said to him: "Noble chevalier, know that it
    is by the Divine will you have been brought to the terrestrial
    paradise. Your mortal nature could not have borne to scale these
    heights and reach these seats of bliss if it were not the will of
    Heaven that you should be instructed in the means to succor Charles,
    and to sustain the glory of our holy faith. I am prepared to impart
    the needed counsels; but before I begin, let me welcome you to our
    sojourn. I doubt not your long fast and distant journey have given you
    a good appetite."
    The aspect of the venerable man filled the prince with admiration;
    but his surprise ceased when he learned from him that he was that
    one of the Apostles of our Lord to whom he said, "I will that thou
    tarry till I come."
    St. John, conducting Astolpho, rejoined his companions. These were
    the patriarch Enoch and the prophet Elijah; neither of whom had yet
    seen his dying day, but, taken from our lower world, were dwelling
    in a region of peace and joy, in a climate of eternal spring, till the
    last trumpet shall sound.
    The three holy inhabitants of the terrestrial paradise received
    Astolpho with the greatest kindness, carried him to a pleasant
    apartment, and took great care of the Hippogriff, to whom they gave
    such food as suited him, while to the prince they presented fruits
    so delicious that he felt inclined to excuse our first parents for
    their sin in eating them without permission.
    Astolpho, having recruited his strength, not only by these excellent
    fruits, but also by sweet sleep, roused himself at the first blush
    of dawn, and, as soon as he left his chamber, met the beloved
    Apostle coming to seek him. St. John took him by the hand, and told
    him many things relating to the past and the future. Among others,
    he said, "Son, let me tell you what is now going on in France.
    Orlando, the illustrious prince who received at his birth the
    endowment of strength and courage more than mortal, raised up as was
    Samson of old to be the champion of the true faith, has been guilty of
    the basest ingratitude in leaving the Christian camp when it most
    needed the support of his arm, to run after a Saracen princess, whom
    he would fain marry, though she scorns him. To punish him, his
    reason has been taken away, so that he runs naked through the land,
    over mountains and through valleys, without a ray of intelligence. The
    duration of his punishment has been fixed at three months, and that
    time having nearly expired, you have been brought hither to learn from
    us the means by which the reason of Orlando may be restored. True, you
    will be obliged to make a journey with me, and we must even leave
    the earth, and ascend to the moon, for it is in that planet we are
    to seek the remedy for the madness of the paladin. I propose to make
    our journey this evening, as soon as the moon appears over our head."
    As soon as the sun sunk beneath the seas, and the moon presented its
    luminous disk, the holy man had the chariot brought out in which he
    was accustomed to make excursions among the stars, the same which
    was employed long ago to convey Elijah up from earth. The saint made
    Astolpho seat himself beside him, took the reins, and giving the
    word to the coursers, they bore them upward with astonishing celerity.
    At length they reached the great continent of the Moon. Its
    surface appeared to be of polished steel, with here and there a spot
    which, like rust, obscured its brightness. The paladin was
    astonished to see that the earth, with all its seas and rivers, seemed
    but an insignificant spot in the distance.
    The prince discovered in this region so new to him rivers, lakes,
    plains, hills, and valleys. Many beautiful cities and castles enriched
    the landscape. He saw also vast forests, and heard in them the sound
    of horns and the barking of dogs, which led him to conclude that the
    nymphs were following the chase.
    The knight, filled with wonder at all he saw, was conducted by the
    saint to a valley, where he stood amazed at the riches strewed all
    around him. Well he might be so, for that valley was the receptacle of
    things lost on earth, either by men's fault, or by the effect of
    time and chance. Let no one suppose we speak here of kingdoms or of
    treasures; they are the toys of Fortune, which she dispenses in
    turning her wheel; we speak of things which she can neither give nor
    take away. Such are reputations, which appear at one time so
    brilliant, and a short time after are heard of no more. Here, also,
    are countless vows and prayers for unattainable objects, lovers' sighs
    and tears, time spent in gaming, dressing, and doing nothing, the
    leisure of the dull and the intentions of the lazy, baseless projects,
    intrigues and plots; these and such like things fill all the valley.
    Astolpho had a great desire to understand all that he saw, and which
    appeared to him so extraordinary. Among the rest, he observed a
    great mountain of blown bladders, from which issued indistinct noises.
    The saint told him these were the dynasties of Assyrian and Persian
    kings, once the wonder of the earth, of which now scarce the name
    remains.
    Astolpho could not help laughing when the saint said to him, "All
    these hooks of silver and gold that you see are the gifts of courtiers
    to princes, made in the hope of getting something better in return."
    He also showed him garlands of flowers in which snares were concealed;
    these were flatteries and adulations, meant to deceive. But nothing
    was so comical as the sight of numerous grasshoppers which had burst
    their lungs with chirping. These, he told him, were sonnets, odes, and
    dedications, addressed by venal poets to great people.
    The paladin beheld with wonder what seemed a lake of spilled milk.
    "It is," said the saint, "the charity done by frightened misers on
    their death-beds." It would take too long to tell all that the
    valley contained: meannesses, affectations, pretended virtues, and
    concealed vices were there in abundance.
    Among the rest, Astolpho perceived many days of his own lost, and
    many imprudent sallies which he had made, and would have been glad not
    to have been reminded of. But he also saw among so many lost things
    a great abundance of one thing which men are apt to think they all
    possess, and do not think it necessary to pray for,- good sense.
    This commodity appeared under the form of a liquor, most light and apt
    to evaporate. It was therefore kept in vials, firmly sealed. One of
    these was labelled, "The sense of the Paladin Orlando."
    All the bottles were ticketed, and the sage placed one in Astolpho's
    hand, which he found was his own. It was more than half full. He was
    surprised to find there many other vials which contained almost the
    whole of the wits of many persons who passed among men for wise. Ah,
    how easy it is to lose one's reason! Some lose theirs by yielding to
    the sway of the passions; some, in braving tempests and shoals in
    search of wealth; some, by trusting too much to the promises of the
    great; some, by setting their hearts on trifles. As might have been
    expected, the bottles which held the wits of astrologers, inventors,
    metaphysicians, and above all, of poets, were in general the best
    filled of all.
    Astolpho took his bottle, put it to his nose, and inhaled it all;
    and Turpin assures us that he was for a long time afterwards as sage
    as one could wish; but the Archbishop adds, that there was reason to
    fear that some of the precious fluid afterwards found its way back
    into the bottle. The paladin took also the bottle which belonged to
    Orlando. It was a large one, and quite full.
    Before quitting the planetary region, Astolpho was conducted to an
    edifice on the borders of a river. He was shown an immense hall full
    of bundles of silk, linen, cotton, and wool. A thousand different
    colors, brilliant or dull, some quite black, were among these
    skeins. In one part of the hall an old woman was busy winding off
    yarns from all these different bundles. When she had finished a skein,
    another ancient dame took it and placed it with others; a third
    selected from the fleeces spun, and mingled them in due proportions.
    The paladin inquired what all this might be. "These old women," said
    the saint, "are the Fates, who spin, measure, and terminate the
    lives of mortals. As long as the thread stretches in one of those
    skeins, so long does the mortal enjoy the light of day; but nature and
    death are on the alert to shut the eyes of those whose thread is
    spun."
    Each one of the skeins had a label of gold, silver, or iron, bearing
    the name of the individual to whom it belonged. An old man, who, in
    spite of the burden of years, seemed brisk and active, ran without
    ceasing to fill his apron with these labels, and carried them away
    to throw them into the river, whose name was Lethe. When he reached
    the shore of the river, the old man shook out his apron, and the
    labels sunk to the bottom. A small number only floated for a time,
    hardly one in a thousand. Numberless birds, hawks, crows, and vultures
    hovered over the stream, with clamorous cries, and strove to snatch
    from the water some of these names; but they were too heavy for
    them, and after a while the birds were forced to let them drop into
    the river of oblivion. But two beautiful swans, of snowy whiteness,
    gathered some few of the names, and returned with them to the shore,
    where a lovely nymph received them from their beaks, and carried
    them to a temple placed upon a hill, and suspended them for all time
    upon a sacred column, on which stood the statue of Immortality.
    Astolpho was amazed at all this, and asked his guide to explain
    it. He replied, "The old man is Time. All the names upon the tickets
    would be immortal if the old man did not plunge them into the river of
    oblivion. Those clamorous birds which make vain efforts to save
    certain of the names are flatterers, pensioners, venal rhymesters, who
    do their best to rescue from oblivion the unworthy names of their
    patrons; but all in vain; they may keep them from their fate a
    little while, but erelong the river of oblivion must swallow them all.
    "The swans, that with harmonious strains carry certain names to
    the temple of Eternal Memory, are the great poets, who save from
    oblivion worse than death the names of those they judge worthy of
    immortality. Swans of this kind are rare. Let monarchs know the true
    breed, and fail not to nourish with care such as may chance to
    appear in their time."

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