42 ARTISTS AND AUTHORS ' the king and the peasant. Poor Don Quixote is a type of the fatal results which follow the possession of romantic feelings and enthusiasm without common-sense to guide and control them. On the other hand, and that is the priceless lesson of the book, his man, Sancho Panza, shows what the mere worship of ease and vulgar prudence will degrade a man to. If the enthusiasm and mad exaltation of Don Quixote could have been combined with a little of the vulgar self-love of Sancho, one extreme might have corrected the other, and we might have had a wise gentleman instead of a maniac and a brute. Such was the success of this wonderful work that, as Philip III. was one afternoon standing in a balcony of his palace at Madrid, he observed a student on the banks of the river Manzanares, with a book in his hand, which delighted him so that, every now and then, he broke into an ecstasy of laughter. The king looked at him, and, turning to his courtiers, said, "That man is either mad or reading ' Don Quixote.' " Although the king thought so highly of this great work, its author was bowed down by poverty and infirmities, and nothing was done for him by the king or his courtiers. The last glimpse of the life of Cervantes I have space for, is from his own inimitable pen, and is taken from the preface to the " Labors of Persiles and Sigismunda," which was published by the author's widow. ' It happened afterward, dear reader, that as two of my friends and myself were coming from Esquivias, a place famous for twenty reasons, but more espe- cially for illustrious families and for its excellent wines, I heard a man coming behind us, whipping his nag with all his might, and seemingly very desirous of overtaking us. Presently he called out to us to stop, which we did ; and when he came up he turned out to be a country student, dressed in brown, with spat- terdashes and round-toed shoes. He had a sword in a huge sheath, and a band tied with tape. He had indeed but two tapes, so that his band got out of its place, which he took great pains to rectify. " ' Doubtless,' said he, sefiors, you are in quest of some office or some pre- bend at the court of my lord of Toledo, or from the king, if I may judge from the celerity with which you get along ; for, in good truth, my ass has hitherto had the fame of a good trotter, and yet he could not overtake you." "One of my companions answered, 'It is the steed of Sefior Miguel de Cervantes that is the cause of it, for he is very quick in his paces.' " " Scarcely had the student heard the name of Cervantes than, throwing him- self off his ass, while his cloak-bag tumbled on one side and his portmanteau on the other, and his bands covered his face, he sprang toward me, and, seizing me by the hand, exclaimed : " ' This, then, is the famous one-handed author, the merriest of all writers, the favorite of the Muses J* As for me, when I heard him pouring forth all these praises, I thought myself bound to answer him ; so, embracing his neck, by which I contrived to pull off his bands altogether, I said, * I am indeed that Cervantes, sefior, but not the favorite of the Muses, nor the other fine things which you have said of me. Pray mount your ass again, and let us converse
