’Butourfemaleguests……’
　　’Loveatoper！DidnotAriadnedoteuponBacchus？’
　　Thefeastproceeded；theguestsgrewmoretalkativeandnoisy；thedessertorlastcoursewasalreadyonthetable；andtheslavesboreroundwaterwithmyrrhandhyssopforthefinishinglavation。Atthesametime，asmallcirculartablethathadbeenplacedinthespaceoppositetheguestssuddenly，andasbymagic，seemedtoopeninthecentre，andcastupafragrantshower，sprinklingthetableandtheguests；whileasitceasedtheawningabovethemwasdrawnaside，andtheguestsperceivedthataropehadbeenstretchedacrosstheceiling，andthatoneofthosenimbledancersforwhichPompeiiwassocelebrated，andwhosedescendantsaddsocharmingagracetothefestivitiesofAstley’sorVauxhall，wasnowtreadinghisairymeasuresrightovertheirheads。
　　Thisapparition，removedbutbyacordfromone’spericranium，andindulgingthemostvehementleaps，apparentlywiththeintentionofalightinguponthatcerebralregion，wouldprobablyberegardedwithsometerrorbyapartyinMayFair；butourPompeianrevellersseemedtobeholdthespectaclewithdelightedcuriosity，andapplaudedinproportionasthedancerappearedwiththemostdifficultytomissfallingupontheheadofwhateverguestheparticularlyselectedtodanceabove。Hepaidthesenator，indeed，thepeculiarcomplimentofliterallyfallingfromtherope，andcatchingitagainwithhishand，justasthewholepartyimaginedtheskulloftheRomanwasasmuchfracturedaseverthatofthepoetwhomtheeagletookforatortoise。Atlength，tothegreatreliefofatleastIone，whohadnotmuchaccustomedherselftothisentertainment，thedancersuddenlypausedasastrainofmusicwasheardfromwithout。Hedancedagainstillmorewildly；
　　theairchanged，thedancerpausedagain；no，itcouldnotdissolvethecharmwhichwassupposedtopossesshim！Herepresentedonewhobyastrangedisorderiscompelledtodance，andwhomonlyacertainairofmusiccancure。Atlengththemusicianseemedtohitontherighttune；thedancergaveoneleap，swunghimselfdownfromtherope，alightedonthefloor，andvanished。
　　Oneartnowyieldedtoanother；andthemusicianswhowerestationedwithoutontheterracestruckupasoftandmellowair，towhichweresungthefollowingwords，madealmostindistinctbythebarrierbetweenandtheexceedinglownessoftheminstrelsy：—
　　FESTIVEMUSICSHOULDBELOW
　　I
　　Hark！throughtheseflowersourmusicsendsitsgreetingToyourlovedhalls，wherePsilasshunstheday；
　　WhentheyounggodhisCretannymphwasmeetingHetaughtPan’srusticpipethisglidinglay：
　　SoftasthedewsofwineShedinthisbanquethour，TherichlibationofSound’sstreamdivine，Oreverentharp，toAphroditepour！
　　II
　　Wildringsthetrumpo’errankstoglorymarching；
　　Music’ssublimerburstsforwararemeet；
　　Butsweetlipsmurmuringunderwreathso’er—arching，Findthelowwhispersliketheirownmostsweet。
　　Steal，mylull’dmusic，stealLikewomans’shalf—heardtone，Sothatwhoe’ershallhear，shallthinktofeelIntheethevoiceoflipsthatlovehisown。
　　AttheendofthatsongIone’scheekblushedmoredeeplythanbefore，andGlaucushadcontrived，undercoverofthetable，tostealherhand。
　　’Itisaprettysong，’saidFulvius，patronizingly。
　　’Ah！ifyouwouldobligeus！’murmuredthewifeofPansa。
　　’DoyouwishFulviustosing？’askedthekingofthefeast，whohadjustcalledontheassemblytodrinkthehealthoftheRomansenator，acuptoeachletterofhisname。
　　’Canyouask？’saidthematron，withacomplimentaryglanceatthepoet。
　　Sallustsnappedhisfingers，andwhisperingtheslavewhocametolearnhisorders，thelatterdisappeared，andreturnedinafewmomentswithasmallharpinonehand，andabranchofmyrtleintheother。Theslaveapproachedthepoet，andwithalowreverencepresentedtohimtheharp。
　　’Alas！Icannotplay，’saidthepoet。
　　’Thenyoumustsingtothemyrtle。ItisaGreekfashion：DiomedlovestheGreeks——IlovetheGreeks——youlovetheGreeks——wealllovetheGreeks——andbetweenyouandmethisisnottheonlythingwehavestolenfromthem。
　　However，Iintroducethiscustom——I，theking：sing，subject，sing！’Thepoet，withabashfulsmile，tookthemyrtleinhishands，andafterashortpreludesangasfollows，inapleasantandwell—tunedvoice：——
　　THECORONATIONOFTHELOVES
　　I
　　ThemerryLovesoneholidayWereallatgambolsmadly；ButLovestoolongcanseldomplayWithoutbehavingsadly。
　　Theylaugh’d，theytoy’d，theyromp’dabout，Andthenforchangetheyallfellout。
　　Fie，fie！howcantheyquarrelso？
　　MyLesbia——ah，forshame，loveMethinks’tisscarceanhouragoWhenwedidjustthesame，love。
　　II
　　TheLoves，’tisthought，werefreetillthen，Theyhadnokingorlaws，dear；
　　Butgods，likemen，shouldsubjectbe，Sayalltheancientsaws，dear。
　　Andsoourcrewresolved，forquiet，Tochooseakingtocurbtheirriot。
　　Akiss：ah！whatagrievousthingForboth，methinks，’twouldbe，child，IfIshouldtakesomeprudishking，Andceasetobesofree，child！
　　III
　　AmongtheirtoysaCasquetheyfound，ItwasthehelmofAres；
　　Withhorrentplumesthecrestwascrown’d，ItfrightenedalltheLares。
　　Sofineakingwasneverknown——
　　Theyplacedthehelmetonthethrone。
　　Mygirl，sinceValorwinstheworld，Theychoseamightymaster；
　　ButthysweetflagofsmilesunfurledWouldwintheworldmuchfaster！
　　IV
　　TheCasquesoonfoundtheLovestoowildAtroopforhimtoschoolthem；
　　ForwarriorsknowhowonesuchchildHasayecontrivedtofoolthem。
　　Theyplaguedhimso，thatindespairHetookawifetheplaguetoshare。
　　IfkingsthemselvesthusfindthestrifeOfearth，unshared，severe，girl；
　　Whyjusttohalvetheillsoflife，Come，takeyourpartnerhere，girl。
　　V
　　WithinthatroomtheBirdofLoveThewholeaffairhadeyedthen；
　　Themonarchhail’dtheroyaldove，Andplacedherbyhissidethen：
　　WhatmirthamidsttheLoveswasseen！
　　’Longlive，’theycried，’ourKingandQueen。’
　　Ah！Lesbia，wouldthatthronesweremine，Andcrownstodeckthatbrow，love！
　　AndyetIknowthatheartofthineFormeisthroneenow，love！
　　VI
　　TheurchinshopedtoteasethemateAstheyhadteasedthehero；
　　ButwhentheDoveinjudgmentsateTheyfoundherworsethanNero！
　　Eachlookafrown，eachwordalaw；
　　Thelittlesubjectsshookwithawe。
　　IntheeIfindthesamedeceit——
　　Toolate，alas！alearner！
　　Forwhereamienmoregentlysweet？
　　Andwhereatyrantsterner？
　　Thissong，whichgreatlysuitedthegayandlivelyfancyofthePompeians，wasreceivedwithconsiderableapplause，andthewidowinsistedoncrowninghernamesakewiththeverybranchofmyrtletowhichhehadsung。Itwaseasilytwistedintoagarland，andtheimmortalFulviuswascrownedamidsttheclappingofhandsandshoutsofIotriumphe！Thesongandtheharpnowcirculatedroundtheparty，anewmyrtlebranchbeinghandedabout，stoppingateachpersonwhocouldbeprevailedupontosing。
　　Thesunbegannowtodecline，thoughtherevellers，whohadwornawayseveralhours，perceiveditnotintheirdarkenedchamber；andthesenator，whowastired，andthewarrior，whohadtoreturntoHerculaneum，risingtodepart，gavethesignalforthegeneraldispersion。’Tarryyetamoment，myfriends，’saidDiomed；’ifyouwillgososoon，youmustatleasttakeashareinourconcludinggame。’
　　Sosaying，hemotionedtooneoftheministri，andwhisperinghim，theslavewentout，andpresentlyreturnedwithasmallbowlcontainingvarioustabletscarefullysealed，and，apparently，exactlysimilar。Eachguestwastopurchaseoneoftheseatthenominalpriceofthelowestpieceofsilver：
　　andthesportofthislottery（whichwasthefavoritediversionofAugustus，whointroducedit）consistedintheinequality，andsometimestheincongruity，oftheprizes，thenatureandamountofwhichwerespecifiedwithinthetablets。Forinstance，thepoet，withawryface，drewoneofhisownpoems（nophysicianeverlesswillinglyswallowedhisowndraught）；
　　thewarriordrewacaseofbodkins，whichgaverisetocertainnovelwitticismsrelativetoHerculesandthedistaff；thewidowFulviaobtainedalargedrinking—cup；Julia，agentleman’sbuckle；andLepidus，alady’spatch—box。ThemostappropriatelotwasdrawnbythegamblerClodius，whoreddenedwithangeronbeingpresentedtoasetofcoggeddice。Acertaindampwasthrownuponthegaietywhichthesevariouslotscreatedbyanaccidentthatwasconsideredominous；Glaucusdrewthemostvaluableofalltheprizes，asmallmarblestatueofFortune，ofGrecianworkmanship：onhandingittohimtheslavesufferedittodrop，anditbrokeinpieces。
　　Ashiverwentroundtheassembly，andeachvoicecriedspontaneouslyonthegodstoaverttheomen。
　　Glaucusalone，thoughperhapsassuperstitiousastherest，affectedtobeunmoved。
　　’SweetNeapolitan，’whisperedhetenderlytoIone，whohadturnedpaleasthebrokenmarbleitself，’Iaccepttheomen。Itsignifiesthatinobtainingthee，Fortunecangivenomore——shebreaksherimagewhensheblessesmewiththine。’
　　Inordertodiverttheimpressionwhichthisincidenthadoccasionedinanassemblywhich，consideringthecivilizationoftheguests，wouldseemmiraculouslysuperstitious，ifatthepresentdayinacountrypartywedidnotoftenseealadygrowhypochondriacalonleavingaroomlastofthirteen，Sallustnowcrowninghiscupwithflowers，gavethehealthoftheirhost。Thiswasfollowedbyasimilarcomplimenttotheemperor；andthen，withapartingcuptoMercurytosendthempleasantslumbers，theyconcludedtheentertainmentbyalastlibation，andbrokeuptheparty。
　　CarriagesandlitterswerelittleusedinPompeii，partlyowingtotheextremenarrownessofthestreets，partlytotheconvenientsmallnessofthecity。Mostoftheguestsreplacingtheirsandals，whichtheyhadputoffinthebanquet—room，andinduingtheircloaks，leftthehouseonfootattendedbytheirslaves。
　　Meanwhile，havingseenIonedepart，GlaucusturningtothestaircasewhichleddowntotheroomsofJulia，wasconductedbyaslavetoanapartmentinwhichhefoundthemerchant’sdaughteralreadyseated。
　　’Glaucus！’saidshe，lookingdown，’IseethatyoureallyloveIone——sheisindeedbeautiful。’
　　’Juliaischarmingenoughtobegenerous，’repliedtheGreek。’Yes，IloveIone；amidstalltheyouthwhocourtyou，mayyouhaveoneworshipperassincere。’
　　’Ipraythegodstograntit！See，Glaucus，thesepearlsarethepresentI
　　destinetoyourbride：mayJunogiveherhealthtowearthem！’
　　Sosaying，sheplacedacaseinhishand，containingarowofpearlsofsomesizeandprice。Itwassomuchthecustomforpersonsabouttobemarriedtoreceivethesegifts，thatGlaucuscouldhavelittlescrupleinacceptingthenecklace，thoughthegallantandproudAthenianinlyresolvedtorequitethegiftbyoneofthriceitsvalue。Juliathenstoppingshorthisthanks，pouredforthsomewineintoasmallbowl。
　　’Youhavedrunkmanytoastswithmyfather，’saidshesmiling——’onenowwithme。Healthandfortunetoyourbride！’
　　ShetouchedthecupwithherlipsandthenpresentedittoGlaucus。ThecustomaryetiquetterequiredthatGlaucusshoulddrainthewholecontents；
　　heaccordinglydidso。Julia，unknowingthedeceitwhichNydiahadpractiseduponher，watchedhimwithsparklingeyes；althoughthewitchhadtoldherthattheeffectmightnotbeimmediate，sheyetsanguinelytrustedtoanexpeditiousoperationinfavorofhercharms。ShewasdisappointedwhenshefoundGlaucuscoldlyreplacethecup，andconversewithherinthesameunmovedbutgentletoneasbefore。Andthoughshedetainedhimaslongasshedecorouslycoulddo，nochangetookplaceinhismanner。’Butto—morrow，’thoughtshe，exultinglyrecoveringherdisappointment——’to—morrow，alasforGlaucus！’
　　Alasforhim，indeed！
　　ChapterIV
　　THESTORYHALTSFORAMOMENTATANEPISODE。
　　RESTLESSandanxious，Apaecidesconsumedthedayinwanderingthroughthemostsequesteredwalksinthevicinityofthecity。ThesunwasslowlysettingashepausedbesidealonelypartoftheSarnus，ereyetitwoundamidsttheevidencesofluxuryandpower。Onlythroughopeningsinthewoodsandvineswerecaughtglimpsesofthewhiteandgleamingcity，inwhichwasheardinthedistancenodin，nosound，nor’busiesthumofmen’。Amidstthegreenbankscreptthelizardandthegrasshopper，andhereandthereinthebrakesomesolitarybirdburstintosuddensong，assuddenlystifled。
　　Therewasdeepcalmaround，butnotthecalmofnight；theairstillbreathedofthefreshnessandlifeofday；thegrassstillmovedtothestiroftheinsecthorde；andontheoppositebankthegracefulandwhitecapellapassedbrowsingthroughtheherbage，andpausedatthewavetodrink。
　　AsApaecidesstoodmusinglygazinguponthewaters，heheardbesidehimthelowbarkofadog。
　　’Bestill，poorfriend，’saidavoiceathand；’thestranger’sstepharmsnotthymaster。’Theconvertrecognizedthevoice，and，turning，hebeheldtheoldmysteriousmanwhomhehadseeninthecongregationoftheNazarenes。
　　Theoldmanwassittinguponafragmentofstonecoveredwithancientmosses；besidehimwerehisstaffandscrip；athisfeetlayasmallshaggydog，thecompanioninhowmanyapilgrimageperilousandstrange。
　　Thefaceoftheoldmanwasasbalmtotheexcitedspiritoftheneophyte：
　　heapproached，andcravinghisblessing，satdownbesidehim。
　　’Thouartprovidedasforajourney，father，’saidhe：’wiltthouleaveusyet？’
　　’Myson，’repliedtheoldman，’thedaysinstoreformeoneartharefewandscanty；Iemploythemasbecomesmetravellingfromplacetoplace，comfortingthosewhomGodhasgatheredtogetherinHisname，andproclaimingthegloryofHisSon，astestifiedtoHisservant。’
　　’Thouhastlooked，theytellme，onthefaceofChrist？’
　　’Andthefacerevivedmefromthedead。Know，youngproselytetothetruefaith，thatIamheofwhomthoureadestinthescrolloftheApostle。InthefarJudea，andinthecityofNain，theredweltawidow，humbleofspiritandsadofheart；forofallthetiesoflifeonesonalonewassparedtoher。Andshelovedhimwithamelancholylove，forhewasthelikenessofthelost。Andthesondied。Thereedonwhichsheleanedwasbroken，theoilwasdriedupinthewidow’scruse。Theyborethedeaduponhisbier；andnearthegateofthecity，wherethecrowdweregathered，therecameasilenceoverthesoundsofwoe，fortheSonofGodwaspassingby。Themother，whofollowedthebier，wept——notnoisily，butallwholookeduponhersawthatherheartwascrushed。AndtheLordpitiedher，andhetouchedthebier，andsaid，"ISAYUNTOTHEE，ARISE，"AndthedeadmanwokeandlookeduponthefaceoftheLord。oh，thatcalmandsolemnbrow，thatunutterablesmile，thatcarewornandsorrowfulface，lightedupwithaGod’sbenignity——itchasedawaytheshadowsofthegrave！Irose，I
　　spoke，Iwasliving，andinmymother’sarms——yes，Iamthedeadrevived！
　　Thepeopleshouted，thefuneralhornsrungforthmerrily：therewasacry，"GodhasvisitedHispeople！"Iheardthemnot——Ifelt——Isaw——nothingbutthefaceoftheRedeemer！’
　　Theoldmanpaused，deeplymoved；andtheyouthfelthisbloodcreep，andhishairstir。HewasinthepresenceofonewhohadknowntheMysteryofDeath！
　　’Tillthattime，’renewedthewidow’sson，’Ihadbeenasothermen：
　　thoughtless，notabandoned；takingnoheed，butofthethingsofloveandlife；nay，IhadinclinedtothegloomyfaithoftheearthlySadducee！But，raisedfromthedead，fromawfulanddesertdreamsthattheselipsneverdarereveal——recalleduponearth，totestifythepowersofHeaven——oncemoremortal，thewitnessofimmortality；Idrewanewbeingfromthegrave。O
　　faded——OlostJerusalem！——Himfromwhomcamemylife，Ibeheldadjudgedtotheagonizedandparchingdeath！FarinthemightycrowdIsawthelightrestandglimmeroverthecross；Iheardthehootingmob，Icriedaloud，I
　　raved，Ithreatened——noneheededme——Iwaslostinthewhirlandtheroarofthousands！Buteventhen，inmyagonyandHisown，methoughttheglazingeyeoftheSonofMansoughtmeout——Hislipsmiled，aswhenitconquereddeath——ithushedme，andIbecamecalm。Hewhohaddefiedthegraveforanother——whatwasthegravetohim？Thesunshoneaslantthepaleandpowerfulfeatures，andthendiedaway！Darknessfellovertheearth；howlongitendured，Iknownot。Aloudcrycamethroughthegloom——asharpandbittercry！——andallwassilent。
　　’Butwhoshalltelltheterrorsofthenight？’Iwalkedalongthecity——theearthreeledtoandfro，andthehousestrembledtotheirbase——thelivinghaddesertedthestreets，butnottheDead：throughthegloomIsawthemglide——thedimandghastlyshapes，inthecerementsofthegrave——withhorror，andwoe，andwarningontheirunmovinglipsandlightlesseyes！——theysweptbyme，asIpassed——theyglareduponme——Ihadbeentheirbrother；andtheybowedtheirheadsinrecognition；theyhadrisentotellthelivingthatthedeadcanrise！’
　　Againtheoldmanpaused，and，whenheresumed，itwasinacalmertone。
　　’FromthatnightIresignedallearthlythoughtbutthatofservingHIM。A
　　preacherandapilgrim，Ihavetraversedtheremotestcornersoftheearth，proclaimingHisDivinity，andbringingnewconvertstoHisfold。Icomeasthewind，andasthewinddepart；sowing，asthewindsows，theseedsthatenrichtheworld。
　　’Son，onearthweshallmeetnomore。Forgetnotthishour，——whatarethepleasuresandthepompsoflife？Asthelampshines，solifeglittersforanhour；butthesoul’slightisthestarthatburnsforever，intheheartofinimitablespace。’
　　Itwasthenthattheirconversationfelluponthegeneralandsublimedoctrinesofimmortality；itsoothedandelevatedtheyoungmindoftheconvert，whichyetclungtomanyofthedampsandshadowsofthatcelloffaithwhichhehadsolatelyleft——itwastheairofheavenbreathingontheprisonerreleasedatlast。TherewasastrongandmarkeddistinctionbetweentheChristianityoftheoldmanandthatofOlinthus；thatofthefirstwasmoresoft，moregentle，moredivine。TheheroismofOlinthushadsomethinginitfierceandintolerant——itwasnecessarytotheparthewasdestinedtoplay——ithadinitmoreofthecourageofthemartyrthanthecharityofthesaint。Itaroused，itexcited，itnerved，ratherthansubduedandsoftened。Butthewholeheartofthatdivineoldmanwasbathedinlove；thesmileoftheDeityhadburnedawayfromittheleavenofearthlierandcoarserpassions，andlefttotheenergyoftheheroallthemeeknessofthechild。
　　’Andnow，’saidhe，risingatlength，asthesun’slastraydiedinthewest；’now，inthecooloftwilight，IpursuemywaytowardstheImperialRome。Thereyetdwellsomeholymen，wholikemehavebeheldthefaceofChrist；andthemwouldIseebeforeIdie。’
　　’Butthenightischillforthineage，myfather，andthewayislong，andtherobberhauntsit；resttheetillto—morrow。’
　　’Kindson，whatisthereinthisscriptotempttherobber？AndtheNightandtheSolitude！——thesemaketheladderroundwhichangelscluster，andbeneathwhichmyspiritcandreamofGod。Oh！nonecanknowwhatthepilgrimfeelsashewalksonhisholycourse；nursingnofear，anddreadingnodanger——forGodiswithhim！Hehearsthewindsmurmurgladtidings；thewoodssleepintheshadowofAlmightywings——thestarsaretheScripturesofHeaven，thetokensoflove，andthewitnessesofimmortality。NightisthePilgrim’sday。’WiththesewordstheoldmanpressedApaecidestohisbreast，andtakinguphisstaffandscrip，thedogboundedcheerilybeforehim，andwithslowstepsanddowncasteyeshewenthisway。
　　Theconvertstoodwatchinghisbendedform，tillthetreesshutthelastglimpsefromhisview；andthen，asthestarsbrokeforth，hewokefromthemusingswithastart，remindedofhisappointmentwithOlinthus。
　　ChapterV
　　THEPHILTRE。ITSEFFECT。
　　WHENGlaucusarrivedathisownhome，hefoundNydiaseatedundertheporticoofhisgarden。Infact，shehadsoughthishouseinthemerechancethathemightreturnatanearlyhour：anxious，fearful，anticipative，sheresolveduponseizingtheearliestopportunityofavailingherselfofthelove—charm，whileatthesametimeshehalfhopedtheopportunitymightbedeferred。
　　Itwasthen，inthatfearfulburningmood，herheartbeating，hercheekflushing，thatNydiaawaitedthepossibilityofGlaucus’sreturnbeforethenight。Hecrossedtheporticojustasthefirststarsbegantorise，andtheheavenabovehadassumeditsmostpurplerobe。
　　’Ho，mychild，waityouforme？’
　　’Nay，Ihavebeentendingtheflowers，anddidbutlingeralittlewhiletorestmyself’
　　’Ithasbeenwarm，’saidGlaucus，placinghimselfalsoononeoftheseatsbeneaththecolonnade。
　　’Very。’
　　’WiltthousummonDavus？ThewineIhavedrunkheatsme，andIlongforsomecoolingdrink。’
　　Hereatonce，suddenlyandunexpectedly，theveryopportunitythatNydiaawaitedpresenteditself；ofhimself，athisownfreechoice，heaffordedtoherthatoccasion。Shebreathedquick——’Iwillprepareforyoumyself，’
　　saidshe，’thesummerdraughtthatIoneloves——ofhoneyandweakwinecooledinsnow。’
　　’Thanks，’saidtheunconsciousGlaucus。’IfIoneloveit，enough；itwouldbegratefulwereitpoison。’
　　Nydiafrowned，andthensmiled；shewithdrewforafewmoments，andreturnedwiththecupcontainingthebeverage。Glaucustookitfromherhand。WhatwouldnotNydiahavegiventhenforonehour’sprerogativeofsight，tohavewatchedherhopesripeningtoeffect——tohaveseenthefirstdawnoftheimaginedlove——tohaveworshippedwithmorethanPersianadorationtherisingofthatsunwhichhercreduloussoulbelievedwastobreakuponherdrearynight！Fardifferent，asshestoodthenandthere，werethethoughts，theemotionsoftheblindgirl，fromthoseofthevainPompeianunderasimilarsuspense。Inthelast，whatpoorandfrivolouspassionshadmadeupthedaringwhole！Whatpettypique，whatsmallrevenge，whatexpectationofapaltrytriumph，hadswelledtheattributesofthatsentimentshedignifiedwiththenameoflove！butinthewildheartoftheThessalianallwaspure，uncontrolled，unmodifiedpassion——erring，unwomanly，frenzied，butdebasedbynoelementsofamoresordidfeeling。
　　Filledwithloveaswithlifeitself，howcouldsheresisttheoccasionofwinningloveinreturn！
　　Sheleanedforsupportagainstthewall，andherface，beforesoflushed，wasnowwhiteassnow，andwithherdelicatehandsclaspedconvulsivelytogether，herlipsapart，hereyesontheground，shewaitedthenextwordsGlaucusshouldutter。
　　Glaucushadraisedthecuptohislips，hehadalreadydrainedaboutafourthofitscontents，whenhiseyesuddenlyglancinguponthefaceofNydia，hewassoforciblystruckbyitsalteration，byitsintense，andpainful，andstrangeexpression，thathepausedabruptly，andstillholdingthecupnearhislips，exclaimed：
　　’Why，Nydia！Nydia！Isay，artthouillorinpain？Nay，thyfacespeaksforthee。Whatailsmypoorchild？’Ashespoke，heputdownthecupandrosefromhisseattoapproachher，whenasuddenpangshotcoldlytohisheart，andwasfollowedbyawild，confused，dizzysensationatthebrain。
　　Thefloorseemedtoglidefromunderhim——hisfeetseemedtomoveonair——amightyandunearthlygladnessrusheduponhisspirit——hefelttoobuoyantfortheearth——helongedforwings，nay，itseemedinthebuoyancyofhisnewexistence，asifhepossessedthem。Heburstinvoluntarilyintoaloudandthrillinglaugh。Heclappedhishands——heboundedaloft——hewasasaPythonessinspired；suddenlyasitcamethispreternaturaltransportpassed，thoughonlypartially，away。Henowfelthisbloodrushingloudlyandrapidlythroughhisveins；itseemedtoswell，toexult，toleapalong，asastreamthathasburstitsbounds，andhurriestotheocean。Itthrobbedinhisearwithamightysound，hefeltitmounttohisbrow，hefelttheveinsinthetemplesstretchandswellasiftheycouldnolongercontaintheviolentandincreasingtide——thenakindofdarknessfelloverhiseyes——darkness，butnotentire；forthroughthedimshadehesawtheoppositewallsglowout，andthefigurespaintedthereonseemed，ghost—like，tocreepandglide。Whatwasmoststrange，hedidnotfeelhimselfill——hedidnotsinkorquailbeneaththedreadfrenzythatwasgatheringoverhim。
　　Thenoveltyofthefeelingsseemedbrightandvivid——hefeltasifayoungerhealthhadbeeninfusedintohisframe。Hewasglidingontomadness——andheknewitnot！
　　Nydiahadnotansweredhisfirstquestion——shehadnotbeenabletoreply——hiswildandfearfullaughhadrousedherfromherpassionatesuspense：shecouldnotseehisfiercegesture——shecouldnotmarkhisreelingandunsteadystepashepacedunconsciouslytoandfro；butsheheardthewords，broken，incoherent，insane，thatgushedfromhislips。Shebecameterrifiedandappalled——shehastenedtohim，feelingwithherarmsuntilshetouchedhisknees，andthenfallingonthegroundsheembracedthem，weepingwithterrorandexcitement。
　　’Oh，speaktome！speak！youdonothateme？——speak，speak！’
　　’Bythebrightgoddess，abeautifullandthisCyprus！Ho！howtheyfilluswithwineinsteadofblood！nowtheyopentheveinsoftheFaunyonder，toshowhowthetidewithinbubblesandsparkles。Comehither，jollyoldgod！
　　thouridestonagoat，eh？——whatlongsilkyhairhehas！HeisworthallthecoursersofParthia。Butawordwiththee——thiswineofthineistoostrongforusmortals。Oh！beautiful！theboughsareatrest！thegreenwavesoftheforesthavecaughttheZephyranddrownedhim！Notabreathstirstheleaves——andIviewtheDreamssleepingwithfoldedwingsuponthemotionlesselm；andIlookbeyond，andIseeabluestreamsparkleinthesilentnoon；afountain——afountainspringingaloft！Ah！myfount，thouwiltnotputoutraysofmyGreciansun，thoughthoutriesteversohardwiththynimbleandsilverarms。Andnow，whatformstealsyonderthroughtheboughs？sheglideslikeamoonbeam！——shehasagarlandofoak—leavesonherhead。Inherhandisavaseupturned，fromwhichshepourspinkandtinyshellsandsparklingwater。Oh！lookonyonface！Manneverbeforesawitslike。See！wearealone；onlyIandsheinthewideforest。Thereisnosmileuponherlips——shemoves，graveandsweetlysad。Ha！fly，itisanymph！——itisoneofthewildNapaeae！Whoeverseesherbecomesmad—fly！