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instrumental performers of a high order, we may men- to dwell upon the past, and make it seem as the present. tion Mrs. W., Misses N. and P.--and as vocalists, All is life, all buoyancy, all pleasure, and we return to Mrs. Capt. R., Mrs. B. and Misses W. and G. our homes better and happier beings than when we left

It has been said that the Philadelphians are cold and them. reserved in their intercourse with strangers, but it holds Elizabeth City. true only with those who have visited that city and left it without remaining sufficiently long to become known. Strangers who bring letters of introduction, or persons whose family, education and manners are such as to entitle them to move in their circles, will, when acquaint

THE SLEET STORM, ed, have the most marked attentions paid them. There is no city in the Union in which the gentleman is better

AT WASHINGTON. received. If he pass the ordeal, he is safe and happy By the author of 'Love at the Shrines,' &c. in their society; if found unsuited and rejected, he will find it advisable not to attempt the purchase, as he will As I lay in my bed this morning I heard a low noise most certainly fail.

upon my windows, and extending my arm from beneath The Medical department of the University of Penn- its folding of blankets, I drew aside the curtain, to see sylvania is an institution well known through our which of winter's messengers was summoning me to country, and stands deservedly high both at home and arise. Like a wild urchin scattering shot from his abroad. The antiquity of the school and the great father's pouch, the delicate flakes of sleet tapped against names connected with it, have placed it at the head of the panes, and made music upon the brittle and respondmedical schools on this side of the Atlantic. With it, ing surface. I was fairly awake. There was no sunare associated the names of Rush, Wistar, Barton, light in the skies, but a dull, heavy atmosphere fell over Dorsey, Physick, Dewees, Chapman, Jackson, Hare the face of nature, and veiled the distant houses in a and Horner-names illustrious in the history of medi. dusky cloud. Still the spattering against the windows cine and as benefactors of mankind. It has been gra- continued, and I answered the summons by a spring dually extending its course of instruction, and its re- from my bed, and was soon equipped. sources are constantly accumulating. The chemical How cheerfully our hearth burns on a sleety mornlaboratory is inferior to none in the world, and the anato- ing, when the servant is industrious. You descend mical museum is the most perfect in this country. To from the regions of Lapland, where furred wrappers and it is attached the Philadelphia Hospital or Alms-House, ermined cloaks are necessary, into the region of delithe most extensive and best arranged building of the cious comfort. kind.

The breakfast room is warmi, and you meet your The winter has been uncommonly gay. Mr. and rosy child, with its rich cheeks crimsoned with health, Mrs. Wood and Mr. Brough have astonished and de- who runs to you from her cricket by the fire, and lighted the musical world in the operas of Masanello, presses her sweet warm cheek to yours. You take her Fra Diavolo and La Somnambula. They have fine in your arms, and both together gaze upon the whivoices, sing with great taste and power and give the tened fields; and how the merry heart laughs, as she greatest satisfaction. The parties and balls are very sees the old cow sliding down the hill, like a mahogany frequent. To-night, we attend the brilliant ball at Mrs. table—her four legs stiff as icicles. She chirps and C***, Chesnut street, where we shall meet the aristo- laughs with delight, when a little boy catches the sliding cratie and fashionable. --At 10 o'clock, we made our old quadruped by the tail, and accompanies her on her obeisance to Mr. and Mrs. C***, and stepping aside so slippery journey, until they arrive in safety at the botas to give room for those who were behind, we were tom of the hill. The wiry, woolly dog has crept from soon lost in the crowd. The music from Johnson's just- his lair in an old basket, where he has slept all night, ly celebrated band invited to the dance, and we were covered up in a green baize crumb-cloth which he has soon engaged in the graceful cotillion, the voluptuous cabbaged, and he looks around him with a knowing Waltz and elegant gallope. The dancing continued eye as if he was considering his chance for an upset. antil twelve, at which time the ladies were conducted He is a droll, sly and quaint chap, and though quite to the supper table, which was heavily loaded with all young, has his wits wonderfully developed. the luxuries of good eating. At one in the morning, the The only place that he will stand a chance for a fall, company began to disperse, and at two I found myself will be the outside steps that descend to the kitchen. comfortably fixed in my lodgings, which I left at ten, Bob, the ostler's, shoes, may have iced their angles, as fatigued and suffering from headache and fever. he passed in from the stable.

I delight in sleigh-riding. It is glorious sport, when, No sun yet-and the clock is on the figure of nine. with ladies on either side of us and with horses well Is yonder white world of ice to stand all day long? trained and gentle, we dart away at the rate of twelve The skies forbid. miles an hour to see some dear friend in the country. How the urn smokes again, and the aroma of the It is sweet to leave behind the pent-up city with its dull coffee ascends in fragrant spires and pervades the room, anthracite coal fires, and seek the country and seat our- as if the odor of some Deity descending from Olympus. selves beside the cheerful wood which blazes and The hot rolls melt the butter, as I hope the sunbeam, crackles on the family hearth. And then too, comes the warm and vigorous

, will ere long march over the stubcold bread and sliced ham, cakes and wine, and other re- born ice, and conquer its huge surface with a smile. freshments a thousand times better than the same things The sleet hurries on apace from the near hanging on our own tables. And now too is the time we love clouds, and the very trees seem to shiver as the ice-bolt

splinters about them. How gloriously will be infold is favorable. There is no bone broken, and away I go them, and cloak their dusky bark with an armor as upon my back as gently as a sleigh spinning along with pure as the crystal of the spring. Two months hence, four in hand. I heard that wicked urchin's mirth as my and the buds will cluster upon those boughs, and the heels slipped from under me, and as I glide majestically wild birds hide themselves in the fragrant leaves the along, I hear his splintering approach—he shoots by gentle breath of May will whisper to them, and the me like an arrow, and a broad grin is upon his handsoft sun will rejoice amid their verdant foliage; but will some face. He has my blessing, bright boy, and they then wear an aspect so lovely as that with which though I may stumble frequently in life, may thy they are now bedecked ? Like ten thousand chande course be as it was this morn, happy and secure. He liers of diamond spars flashing every ray from the light, brought me my umbrella, and has brushed the ice from the limbs throw out their glassy tracery upon the sky, my back. and the wind that whistles through them, clatters them As I wend up the avenue, hundreds of boys fly past together with a soft and singular sound.

me on their skates, for the pavements and roads are al The grass is prouder to-day than it has been for a covered with the ice. Here it is safer walking, for they long and weary time—it is stiff in its conceit; and have roughened the surface with their fluted irons, and should the old cow that slided down the hill just now, I pace along as merry as the rest. attempt to clip it, how it will pierce her nose with its Like an alderman picking his way to a turtle dioner, sharp and beautiful spear. The grass is in its panoply see that solemn steed, how he mioces his steps, and of silver mail, and is ready to tilt against anything. hear him how he snorts, as a flying skater, like a sumNow it is more beautiful than the lily of the valley, and mer swallow-bird, flashes before his frost-webbed eyes, it lifts its head that the wind may tread over it and and his poor rider shakes his whip at the boy, who hear its mellow song,

chuckles in his sleeve, and returns to the attack like a The horses poke their bony heads out at the stable- Bedouin Arab of the Desert. door and snuff the cool air, and shake their trembling The blacksmith's shop is crowded with company, ears as the sleet darts between them. Armed with my and the beaded perspiration falls from his forehead and cane, and wrapped in my coat, I step forth to dare the hisses on the glowing iron. The two white horses are whistling messengers from the clouds. Whew! How to be frosted first, for they belong to Mr. _ , and they scatter themselves over my face and cut their hori- he wants them to pay a visit of some importance to the zontal way over the tips of my ears. I place my faith- President. The blacksmith, with a nonchalant air, ful cane carefully in the ice, else away I would dart and snatches up the huge foot of an honest cartman's horse, roll over, to the edification of every market-woman that who earns his bread by his daily toil, and bammers might feel herself secure in woollen straps passed under away right merrily upon him. The white servant of the soles of her shoes.

the great man has to pocket the insult, but his turn Progressing along with all the apparent infirmity of will come next. Thanks, honest smith! The poor age, though I am but in my younger youth, I reach at wood-carrier will bless you this night, when he pours last the crowning point of my toil-to ascend that knoll his earnings into his wife's hand, and sends his eldest on this side and descend it on the other, is like the pas- boy out to buy milk for the evening coffee. sage of the Alps.

I stand by a man who is digging lustily away at Warily my cane is placed, as if I trod upon the lof- something beneath the sleet: chop-chop-chop-the tiest summit of Mont Blanc, and saw beneath me the ice breaks off in cakes, and he draws forth the last deep glaciers wherein ’uis almost death to gaze ; I stick evening's paper. He will chop logic over the sage edithe point of my square-toed boots into the ice and torial; for bent must he be on learning, that would thus clamber up. The steep is won--but now for the de stand in the shivering air, and pick two inches deep in scent. A wild boy on his skates dashes past me, and ice for an evening's journal. The editor was highly away he goes like a rail-car, down the steep; he has complimented by the labor. passed the fence corner, and the rogue has stopped on How the hours wear on-how slowly the hands his iron heels, to watch the descent of Bonaparte. Lord point upon the face of my time-piece, and yet how how the wind whistles around me, and how smooth swiftly do our thoughts mount upon the four winds, and clear looks the shining declivity-there is not the and seek the hearthstone scenes of our friends. Alas! slightest shrub to break the monotonous frigidity of the that they are distant from us. view, nor the grateful furrow of a cartwheel, and down We hear the wind chuckling around the gable-ends of that inclined plane go I must. Shall I sit down and the houses, and almost screaming with delight, when it slide it out? The laughing eyes of the skater, peeping cuts a corpulent biped across the bridge of the nose with over the fence, forbids the idea. The work is com- its icy sword. menced—the cane once more planted—the umbrella The night draws on apace-slowly the curtain falls, poised above my head; for the sleet storm is pouring and dim and indistinct sneak on the dying moments of upon us all in feathery glory, and I am off. It is in the day-the grass has not bent an inch, and the tall vain that I try the slide the equilibrium of my boy- trees shake their heads ominously, as much as to say, hood is gone, and the just precision of my eye, from " We'll have a cold time of it out here to-night.” Where want of practice, fails me at this momentous crisis. A are your elegant blankets that the gods have sent you ? slip-mercy-and all is over. My heels have kicked Will the mice stir abroad to-night? The cat is rolled defiance to the clouds, and my head has smitten with up in her night-clothes and purs away like an old erone an audacious force its mighty mother. The umbrella spinning wool. The wiry-headed dog barks ever and inflated with its own conceits has fluttered away, and anon in his sleep, for he is haunted by visions of sacked is beyond my reach. But I am down, and the occasion I towns and dismantled larders.

arms,

Oh! how the wind bellows without"discoursing | 'Ye counsellors of earth!' come forth, 'ye princes who have most eloquent music.” The shutters are fastened-the

gold !"* doors are not locked, for some sufferer may knock, and your diadems, ye kings ! bring here,—the jewell”d crowns ye I would not deny him the comfort of my blazing fire. Come woman in thine ornaments, in all their costly sheen, The curtains are not drawn down in such a night as And let them be the loveliest ones that ever graced a queen! this, for many a poor houseless wretch passing by and This grass that's trodden under foot, this weed with branching seeing all dark, would pass on, and he might find his bed in the deep hollow a few yards beyond my door. Thus glittering in the morning sun, hath fifty-fold their charms ;

The sleet day has ended in a cold and starry night. Then cast your baubles vile away, and bend in solemn thought The fretted limbs are swaying about in the powerful To Him, who hath this gorgeous scene, from storm and tempest blast, and as yet I have heard of no accidents. The

wrought. boys could have met with none, for they were not forced Yet this fair pageant soon must fade before the breath of noon ; to the deep waters for their skating frolic; and though And by the fiat from on high, your wealth shall fade as soon. they, doubtless, have had some delightful tumbles

, they But those which at the Judgment day, through Christ, will then

Oh lay not worthless riches up, which 'moth and rust' assail, are none the worse for that. Fine fellows, how soon the skates are thrown aside, after their first appearance at the barber's.

What though the sun so soon must melt this frost work and its And now it is growing late ; the wand of Morpheus He speaks them into life again, who rides amid the storms ;

forms, has been passed more than once across my eyes, as the so in the twinkling of an eye,' at his last trumpet dread, nodding reader will have perceived, and once more I am Our bodies, fashioned gloriously, shall rise up from the dead. permitted to snuff my bed-room candle, and don my The sun goes up his destined way–how few do heed my calls ! nighteap.

In tears the vision melts away, the baseless fabric falls. Washington, Feb. 16, 1838.

I too, could shed some tears, alas! that this sweet scene is

pass'd; For scenes as sweet, it brings to mind, which fled away as fast.

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THE ANIMAL MAGNETIZER.
The em'rald! and the amethyst ! the topazes ! behold!

How the following wild and eccentric story came into And bere and there a ruby red, is sparkling in the cold. my possession, is a matter of no great import. It came The chrysolite and jasper see, and that bright Sardine stone

by the right of inheritance, among a golgotha of garret The holy Patmos prophet saw, upon the Heav'nly throne;

furniture, such as trunks and boxes of all sizes and of Here all the gold or Ophir shines, with all Golconda's store, every form. On opening one of them, I was struck by And who could ever number up the countless myriads more? a singular looking roll of paper tied up very neatly The holly in its darkest green, with crimson fruit looks gay,

with a faded piece of brocade, and it was not long ere I Enchased in solid silver too, how rich is its display!

found that the writing was that of a very celebrated In green and gold the shaggy pine seems almost in a blaze ancestor of my family, and I set to work to decypher With all the sun's reflected light, yet softend to the gaze. the outré letters, for the benefit of your readers-simThe cedar! ah thou favor'd tree ! in scripture it is told

ply remarking that I have excluded all portions of the They laid thee in the house of God, and cover'd thee with gold ! record, that appertain to the scientific part of animal Bat great as was King Solomon, he, nor the house he made, magnetism ; apprising the general reader however of Were dreaa'd in such magnificence as thou hast here display'd! the fact, that in the early days of the art, the operaThe beech tree stands in rich array of long and shining threads, tions were accompanied with music-this remark is Le briale boughs all bending low to earth their drooping

heads, relevant to the understanding the story. And now and then some broken limb comes crashing from on

high,

And showering down a world of gems that sparkle as they fly.

THE STORY. The lofty oak-the hundred limb'd Briareus of the trees ! Spreads out his pond'rous icy arms, loud crackling in the breeze, It is night-the weary wind pants around my winAnd as the roased up lion shakes the dewdrops from his mane, dows-the fire glows in the hearth, and every now and So does the woodland monarch shake his crystals o’er the plain. then, a small cloud of smoke puffs down the chimney, But time would fail to tell of all that bright and starry host driven out by the blast. It is a sad night, and the The north-wind brings to witch the world from out the realms world is hushed, and the deep silence is only broken of frost:

by the baying of the mastiff chained with a double chain The meanest thing--the most deform'd-the dry and sapless bough,

to the portal. The bramble rude, the rugged thorn, are pure and spotless now.

How mysterious and awful are these gigantic walls

those dark recesses—and that old and rusted armor sence. I stood upon the threshold of his room—he hanging upon iron nails, how it fills me with ideas of rose at my appearance. I could not move--for his the glorious past.

eyes, large, dark and brilliant, were riveted upon me. I am now an old man--the silver is about my head, There was a fascination in them like a snake's so surand I am not what I used to be, when I bounded along passingly beautiful were they. His forehead was high, the liveliest of all the proud ones, that have sunk away white, and without the trace of a wrinkle, and his dark forever.

ringlets fell back upon his shoulders, and added to the But why should I pause upon the threshold of that wildness of his countenance and yet he was gentle in which I promised you I would relate ? Often and often every look-a languor--a softness, almost an effeminacy, have I put you off with promises, and now as I feel the which soothed the abrupt and startling effect of a first cold shiver of old age, I think it high time to gratify view of him. He spoke to me, and his voice was meyour curiosity. In this brief record, you will find am- lodious as the softest music--so low-so gentle. I ple materials for wonder and admiration, and when I became acquainted with him, and found him melanchoshall have been gathered to my fathers, read it to your ly but not morose-but he looked as we fancy the poets children, as a singular event in the life of one of their look—those priests of nature. I saw him perform his ancestors.

magnetic wonders on multitudes, and he seemed to It is a dreary task to go back to the days of our sway them as a god. They breathed low and softly youth-almost sinful in age to chill the sunshine of when he spoke--their limbs quivered when his large such a memory, with his breath iced and feeble ; but eyes were fixed upon them, and when he moved about yet for your sake, my beloved, I will go back upon the the room their hearts would pant like the bosom of love dreary travel, and conjure up once more the emotions of -by a motion of his hand he gave them life, by a my youth, and stir the smouldering cinders in my heart. glance he could palsy them into a livid and ghastly

It was your mother of whom I shall speak. Her corpse. Where was the magic of this wonderful being? I character was gentle, pure and credulous. She had watched him like an eagle, but there was ever the no guile, and when I wooed her, she did not shun me, same subdued manner about him. He glided across but met my advances as nature prompted, which was the floor like a woman in a sick chamber; he looked modesty and truth to her. She was to me life-soul-at you, and your very soul bounded and leaped beneath divinity. I sighed for the morning, that it might bring the swimming glance of the philosopher. His habits me to her presence—for the night, that I might worship were secluded and studious. He pored over large her in all that glorious impregnation of mystery inci- tomes and rich-clasped books, and at times his brow dent to my country.

would darken as if a tempest of wrath was brooding When I won her it was in the spring, and I remember over him, and again his color would revive, as if ideas it so well, so wonderfully well. I see again the moon like rose leaves, had expanded in his soft and enchantand stars shining down upon the short crisp grass, and ed soul. I became a regular attendant at his rooms, silvering every blade with a rich and fretted scabbard. and witnessed some strange scenes in the course of his I see once more the leaves trembling in the gentle practice. breeze, the dark old trees beneath which we used to It was a weird and ghastly occupation, that of this sit and count the throbbings of our hearts, one against early magnetizer. He so calm and melancholy-the the other. She was guileless as she was beautiful; she patient so pale, haggard and ghostlike ; and there I loved and was beloved; there was a tacit understanding have seen him stand gazing on the pallid face until the between our hearts--they had met in the yearning con- tears would rush into his eyes, and his whole frame fidence of their strength, and whispered calmly and would tremble as with an ague fil. thoughtfully to each other—there was nothing unex- From a deep interest in the philosophcr, 1 became a plained. Truth was the sun ; the several and many warm student of the philosophy. It excited and filled thoughts common between us, the stars to our little me with visionary thoughts, but I had never allowed world. We moved together, but not apart from the myself to be magnetized. An awful dread of putting on rest—we loved the world, and had our friends—we the semblance of death prevented me. I did not wish danced and we sung and whirled along the giddy ma- that man should see how I looked when I should be laid zes of society, but we had our world—one single step out on the final plank-for I knew they would tell Imand we were in it, and it was a paradise.

ogen, and her heart would be filled with horror. A In those days a wild theory had been started by some shudder would benumb every fibre of my body at the of our many dreamers, and all Germany had been tor- idea of the experiment, and an indistinct shadow waved tured by the cruel and hideous doctrine. Crowds fol me back. But I tottered towards the trial; I longed lowed its professors through the streets, and mystery with an eager desire which maddened me to restrain, and majesty and a dreadful awe hung upon their actions and yet I dreaded the result. Was it the secret influand their words.

ence of that mysterious man, conveyed through those The science was one that had never before been strange and gloomy eyes, that swayed me to and fro? heard of—it broke suddenly over the heads of our I fancied that I frequently saw him gazing at me with learned men like a thunderbolt, and swept onward into an earnest look. At this singular period of my life, every avenue of the public curiosity. I shared the old impressions returned upon me with renewed force

. common wonder, and in my ardent spirit, there was one in particular, which from its horror, and from the awakened a most painful desire to master its secrets. effect it now exercised, I will relate. It stalked before

In this state of mind, the city in which I lived was me whenever I entered the magnetizer's—I heard ils visited by one of these strange beings—these teachers clanking bones—I smelt its odor of the grave. When of the dark and weird lore, and I hastened to his pre- I was a boy some ten years old, an uncle who was a medical man, lived in my father's house, and was ad- him to the combat-he was to strike into a trance the dicted to the relation of marvellous stories, many which body and the soul, and I rushed onward with a feverhave been since published. He would talk of goblins and ish anxiety to witness the grand and crowning scene of spectres until the blood of both old and young would the sorcerer. tingle in their veins, and he completed his conquest Suddenly I heard the notes of a soft and voluptuous orer my imagination. I slept in a small bed at the foot air. It was a mysterious voice that gave it vent. It of my uncle's, and long after the family had retired, he seemed to arrest the power of respiration, and a faintwould continue to pour into my ears his dreadful adven-ness overcame me--it was as if the fragrance of Heatures. On one night in winter, we had all been shiver- ven had found a tongue to syllable its sweets. The ing with the cold and my uncle's stories, that I kissed melody, for it was more than music, came from a darkmy parents and without a light went to my uncle's ened part of the magnetizer's house. room. There were a few chunks burning in the hearth, I was arrested, and my heart went slowly and sickly sufficient to light the frightened boy to bed. I was down, and burning thoughts, and deep and languishing soon undressed and stood over my little bed, and as I yearnings of love took possession of me. A dimness made the attempt to hide beneath the bed-clothes, 1 was overspreading my eyesight, and I could hear no struck against something hard—it rattled with a hollow other sound but that bewitching voice—that divinity of sound, and starting back, the ruddy light of the fire solitude, and I saw no other object but that dark and streamed full upon the spectacle. I sprung upon the solemn house. A numbness seized upon my limbs, Boor, rushed down the stairs, and bursting into the and I was fainting, when gradually the air grew fainter room, shrieked, “The Skeleton! the Skeleton !” My and fainter; it appeared to sob, and then all was still as uncle had placed this object in my bed, had laid it out the tomb. The trance was broken. The sickening, but with all its bones and eyeless skull and stinking skin delicious sensations with which I had been filled, descarce dry, to frighten me! How strong then was the parted, and I bared my forehead to the cold breath of impression of that object upon my mind, when after the winds, and proceeded. seeing others in the pallid sleep, I leave to your ima. Would that I had never waked from that glorious gination.

enraptment !-would that I could have been arrested Morbidly aroused to penetrate the science, I conti- and fixed forever in the world of melody created by need to pore over every work that touched upon the that voice ! subject. I thought frequently that I might unveil the I entered the Hall of Experiment, but every space awful art by tracing it to magic, and the character of was crowded. I climbed to the topmost bench of the its professor would have given color to the charge. He amphitheatre to see where Imogen and her cousin were. seldom or never spoke to the crowd, but there was a Several dark looking men, on whose shoulders I stern and haughty reserve, that forbade familiarity and placed my impatient feet, glared at me with threaten. inspired the spectators with something akin to fear. ing eyes. I gained at last a position where I could To me, however, he was generally kind, but no informa-command a view of the entire assembly. I glanced tion would he impart. Inscrutable-dark and obscure, eagerly around among the dense mass for my beloved, he stood among the crowd and exercised his power as but nowhere could I find her. I gnashed my teeth, and be pleased.

the blood went swiftly through my body. At length, Meantime my love ran on smoothly and with greater in a distant part of the room and near to the magdepth and fervor, without those common obstructions, netizer, I saw them sitting together. Oh God! how deemed requisite to give its monotonous glory a pi- beautiful she looked ! Her auburn locks were partquancy and zest. Of course you will imagine that ed on her ample brow, and fell in ringlets on her much of our conversation turned on the engrossing shoulders; a delicate rose was entwined in her hair, and subject of magnetism, and she listened fearfully to my her cheeks were glowing. Had she too been spelled comments upon its subtle mysteries.

by that superhuman melody? If she had heard that One evening we determined to visit the magnetizer's glorious and voluptuous music, what had been her feeltogether, though I did not remember at the time of ings? A cold shudder smote me through the heart, forming the engagement, that I had made a profession- when I saw her dark-eyed cousin gaze earnestly in her al appointment with a sick friend. I told her the ur- face, and then his eyes fell with an abstracted and vagency of this visit, and proposed that she should go on cant air, and he appeared absorbed in thought. Had to the magnetizer's with her cousin Ernest, where I he too been poisoned by the intoxicating melody? He would meet her in an hour. We parted, and ere that was transcendently handsome, and he had a languid hour had flown away, I had closed the eyes of an old look, that is more dangerous to the female heart than all and dear companion-he had died in torture.

the flashing eyes and eloquent tongues in the world. Filled with the gloomy impressions from the melan- I could not reach the pair

, and terrible emotions choly scene through which I had just passed, and crowded to my brain when I reflected upon the effect of whose horrid details I will not shock you with re- that terrible but delicious symphony. I burned with an peating, I directed my steps to the room of the mag. inward and almost frantic fire, and several times I was netizer. The torches were lit along the streets, and upon the eve of screaming aloud at him, when he cast the mighty wing of night hung heavily above-a few those baneful and languid looks upon her face. I tore stragglers passed me, and I hastened on. The cool air my hair in my silent, but tormenting rage, and there I in part revived me. I saw the light shining through was doomed to witness the exaggerated scene, without the tall windows of the exhibition room, li was his the power of making them know that I was watching gala-night, on which he proposed to exercise to the full them like a hungry serpent. I was absorbed in the the powers that he possessed. The skeptics had dared I one vision of the hated cousin and the beloved girl. I

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