form stands upright, leaning on me. All the men can see him-the men he has led hither, and whom he now means to lead back. And now he beckons again with his eyes to his hand, and I take it, as it hangs down limp and wax-like, and it points in the direction of the road along which we came at midday. There was not one man present who durst disobey that dumb, silent command. They collect together, they fall into their ranks; the sergeant and I bear the dying leader. So we go back, in a long, slow, solemn pro cession. Night has come on; only a few solitary gusts of wind blow past us, and remind us of the terrible day we have all passed through. The prisoners, who have worked outside the house to-day, are sleeping on the bed of a good conscience, which their director had promised them that night. Their director sleeps too, and his pillow is as soft as death for a great and good cause can make it. THE SLEEPING BEAUTY. A Tale of Forests and Enchantments Drear.Il Penseroso. Sister, 'tis the noon of night: Let us in the web of thought Thou shalt stain the dusky warp In nightshade wet with twilight dew; Where a lone castle by the sea Upreared its dark and mouldering pile, Far seen with all its frowning towers For many and many a weary mile; The wild waves beat the castle walls, And bathed the rock with ceaseless showers, The winds roared fiercely round the pile, And moaned along its mouldering towers. Within those wide and echoing halls, To guard her from a fatal spell, A maid of noble lineage born Was doomed in solitude to dwell. This is a joint production of Mrs. Whitman and her sister, Miss Power. Five fairies graced the infant's birth A spindle's shining point should pierce, A sweet and pensive pleasure drew. She sat and watched the smouldering fire, While now the tempests seemed to lull, And now the winds rose high and higher; Strange sounds are heard along the wall, Dim faces glimmer through the gloom, And still, mysterious voices call, And shadows flit from room to room; And tower succeeds to tower. That wound within a turret high, And turned her golden key to try; The door upon its hinges swung. |