The Hebrew cast himself on a couch of furs; and, as the old man entered and closed the door, "Ximen," said he, "fill out wine—it is a soothing counsellor, and I need it."
     Extracting from one of the recesses of the cavern a flask and goblet, Ximen proffered to his lord a copious draught of the sparkling vintage of the Vega, which seemed to invigorate and restore him.
     "Old man," said he, concluding the potation with a deep-drawn sigh, "fill to thyself—drink till thy veins feel young."
     Ximen obeyed the mandate but imperfectly; the wine just touched his lips, and the goblet was put aside.
     "Ximen," resumed the Israelite, "how many of our race have been butchered by the avarice of the Moorish kings, since first thou didst set foot within the city!"
     "Three thousand—the number was completed last winter, by the order of Jusef, the vizier; and their goods and coffers are transformed into shafts and cimiters, against the dogs of Galilee." (Leila: or, The Siege of Granada, and Calderon, the Courtier, Lytton, 1853).