left to his ſolitary meditations. Hapleſs being! what a ſcene of horror.———Nicolas felt all the terrors of his condition, but being an Andaluſian, and like his countrymen, of a lively imagination, he began to turn over all the reſources of his invention for ſome happy fetch, if any ſuch might occur, for helping him out of the diſmal limbo he was in: He was not long to seek for the cauſe of his misfortune; his adventure with the barefooted friars was a ready ſolution of all difficulties of that nature, had there been any: there was however another thing, which might have troubled a stouter heart than Nicolas'sHe was a Jew.This of a certain would have been a ſtaggering item in a poor devil's confeſſion, but then it was a ſecret to all the world but Nicolas, and Nicolas's conſcience did not juſt then urge him to reveal it.
He now began to overhaul the inventory of his perſonals about him, and with ſome ſatisfaction counted three little medals of the bleſſed virgin, two Agnus Deis, a ſaint Nicolas de Tolentino, and a formidable ſtring of beads all pendant from his neck and within his ſhirt; in his pockets he had a paper of dried figs, a ſmall bundle of fegaras, a case of lancers, ſquirt and forceps, and two old razors in a leathern envelope; theſe he had delivered one by one to the alguazil who firſt arreſted him,———"and let him make the moſt of them,” ſaid he to himſelf," they can never prove me an Iſraelite by a caſe of razors,"———Upon a cloſer rummage, however, he diſcovered in a ſecret pocket a letter, which the alguazil had overlooked, and which his patient Donna Leonora de Calafonda had given him in charge to deliver as directed——— "Well, well," cried he, "let it paſs; there can be no myſtery in this harmleſs ſcrawl; a letter of advice to ſome friend or relation. I'll not
