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  \"Youmakethelittlemantobeafraid,Captain,\"saidtheGermanJew,turningupthedarkandstrongoutlineofhisvisagefromhisstoopingposture。\"Butlookagain,and,bychance,Ishallcauseyoutoseesomewhatthatisveryfine,uponmyword!\"

  EthanBrandgazedintotheboxforaninstant,andthenstartingback,lookedfixedlyattheGerman。Whathadheseen?Nothing,apparently;foracuriousyouth,whohadpeepedinalmostatthesamemoment,beheldonlyavacantspaceofcanvas。

  \"Irememberyounow,\"mutteredEthanBrandtotheshowman。

  \"Ah,Captain,\"whisperedtheJewofNuremberg,withadarksmile,\"Ifindittobeaheavymatterinmyshow-box,——thisUnpardonableSin!Bymyfaith,Captain,ithasweariedmyshoulders,thislongday,tocarryitoverthemountain。\"

  \"Peace,\"answeredEthanBrand,sternly,\"orgettheeintothefurnaceyonder!\"

  TheJew’sexhibitionhadscarcelyconcluded,whenagreat,elderlydog——whoseemedtobehisownmaster,asnopersoninthecompanylaidclaimtohim——sawfittorenderhimselftheobjectofpublicnotice。Hitherto,hehadshownhimselfaveryquiet,well-disposedolddog,goingroundfromonetoanother,and,bywayofbeingsociable,offeringhisroughheadtobepattedbyanykindlyhandthatwouldtakesomuchtrouble。Butnow,allofasudden,thisgraveandvenerablequadruped,ofhisownmeremotion,andwithouttheslightestsuggestionfromanybodyelse,begantorunroundafterhistail,which,toheightentheabsurdityoftheproceeding,wasagreatdealshorterthanitshouldhavebeen。Neverwasseensuchheadlongeagernessinpursuitofanobjectthatcouldnotpossiblybeattained;neverwasheardsuchatremendousoutbreakofgrowling,snarling,barking,andsnapping,——asifoneendoftheridiculousbrute’sbodywereatdeadlyandmostunforgivableenmitywiththeother。Fasterandfaster,roundaboutwentthecur;andfasterandstillfasterfledtheunapproachablebrevityofhistail;andlouderandfiercergrewhisyellsofrageandanimosity;until,utterlyexhausted,andasfarfromthegoalasever,thefoolisholddogceasedhisperformanceassuddenlyashehadbegunit。

  Thenextmomenthewasasmild,quiet,sensible,andrespectableinhisdeportment,aswhenhefirstscrapedacquaintancewiththecompany。

  Asmaybesupposed,theexhibitionwasgreetedwithuniversallaughter,clappingofhands,andshoutsofencore,towhichthecanineperformerrespondedbywaggingallthattherewastowagofhistail,butappearedtotallyunabletorepeathisverysuccessfulefforttoamusethespectators。

  Meanwhile,EthanBrandhadresumedhisseatuponthelog,andmoved,asitmightbe,byaperceptionofsomeremoteanalogybetweenhisowncaseandthatofthisself-pursuingcur,hebrokeintotheawfullaugh,which,morethananyothertoken,expressedtheconditionofhisinwardbeing。Fromthatmoment,themerrimentofthepartywasatanend;theystoodaghast,dreadinglesttheinauspicioussoundshouldbereverberatedaroundthehorizon,andthatmountainwouldthunderittomountain,andsothehorrorbeprolongedupontheirears。Then,whisperingonetoanotherthatitwaslate,——thatthemoonwasalmostdown,-thattheAugustnightwasgrowingchill,——theyhurriedhomewards,leavingthelime-burnerandlittleJoetodealastheymightwiththeirunwelcomeguest。Saveforthesethreehumanbeings,theopenspaceonthehill-sidewasasolitude,setinavastgloomofforest。Beyondthatdarksomeverge,thefirelightglimmeredonthestatelytrunksandalmostblackfoliageofpines,intermixedwiththelighterverdureofsaplingoaks,maples,andpoplars,whilehereandtherelaythegiganticcorpsesofdeadtrees,decayingontheleaf-strewnsoil。AnditseemedtolittleJoe——atimorousandimaginativechild——thatthesilentforestwasholdingitsbreathuntilsomefearfulthingshouldhappen。

  EthanBrandthrustmorewoodintothefire,andclosedthedoorofthekiln;thenlookingoverhisshoulderatthelime-burnerandhisson,hebade,ratherthanadvised,themtoretiretorest。

  \"Formyself,Icannotsleep,\"saidhe。\"Ihavemattersthatitconcernsmetomeditateupon。Iwillwatchthefire,asIusedtodointheoldtime。\"

  \"AndcalltheDeviloutofthefurnacetokeepyoucompany,I

  suppose,\"mutteredBartram,whohadbeenmakingintimateacquaintancewiththeblackbottleabovementioned。\"Butwatch,ifyoulike,andcallasmanydevilsasyoulike!Formypart,I

  shallbeallthebetterforasnooze。Come,Joe!\"

  Astheboyfollowedhisfatherintothehut,helookedbackatthewayfarer,andthetearscameintohiseyes,forhistenderspirithadanintuitionofthebleakandterriblelonelinessinwhichthismanhadenvelopedhimself。

  Whentheyhadgone,EthanBrandsatlisteningtothecracklingofthekindledwood,andlookingatthelittlespirtsoffirethatissuedthroughthechinksofthedoor。Thesetrifles,however,oncesofamiliar,hadbuttheslightestholdofhisattention,whiledeepwithinhismindhewasreviewingthegradualbutmarvellouschangethathadbeenwroughtuponhimbythesearchtowhichhehaddevotedhimself。Herememberedhowthenightdewhadfallenuponhim,——howthedarkforesthadwhisperedtohim,——howthestarshadgleameduponhim,——asimpleandlovingman,watchinghisfireintheyearsgoneby,andevermusingasitburned。Herememberedwithwhattenderness,withwhatloveandsympathyformankindandwhatpityforhumanguiltandwoe,hehadfirstbeguntocontemplatethoseideaswhichafterwardsbecametheinspirationofhislife;withwhatreverencehehadthenlookedintotheheartofman,viewingitasatempleoriginallydivine,and,howeverdesecrated,stilltobeheldsacredbyabrother;withwhatawfulfearhehaddeprecatedthesuccessofhispursuit,andprayedthattheUnpardonableSinmightneverberevealedtohim。Thenensuedthatvastintellectualdevelopment,which,initsprogress,disturbedthecounterpoisebetweenhismindandheart。TheIdeathatpossessedhislifehadoperatedasameansofeducation;ithadgoneoncultivatinghispowerstothehighestpointofwhichtheyweresusceptible;ithadraisedhimfromthelevelofanunletteredlaborertostandonastar-liteminence,whitherthephilosophersoftheearth,ladenwiththeloreofuniversities,mightvainlystrivetoclamberafterhim。Somuchfortheintellect!Butwherewastheheart?That,indeed,hadwithered,——hadcontracted,——hadhardened,——hadperished!Ithadceasedtopartakeoftheuniversalthrob。Hehadlosthisholdofthemagneticchainofhumanity。Hewasnolongerabrother-man,openingthechambersorthedungeonsofourcommonnaturebythekeyofholysympathy,whichgavehimarighttoshareinallitssecrets;hewasnowacoldobserver,lookingonmankindasthesubjectofhisexperiment,and,atlength,convertingmanandwomantobehispuppets,andpullingthewiresthatmovedthemtosuchdegreesofcrimeasweredemandedforhisstudy。

  ThusEthanBrandbecameafiend。Hebegantobesofromthemomentthathismoralnaturehadceasedtokeepthepaceofimprovementwithhisintellect。Andnow,ashishighesteffortandinevitabledevelopment,——asthebrightandgorgeousflower,andrich,deliciousfruitofhislife’slabor,——hehadproducedtheUnpardonableSin!

  \"WhatmorehaveItoseek?whatmoretoachieve?\"saidEthanBrandtohimself。\"Mytaskisdone,andwelldone!\"

  Startingfromthelogwithacertainalacrityinhisgaitandascendingthehillockofearththatwasraisedagainstthestonecircumferenceofthelime-kiln,hethusreachedthetopofthestructure。Itwasaspaceofperhapstenfeetacross,fromedgetoedge,presentingaviewoftheuppersurfaceoftheimmensemassofbrokenmarblewithwhichthekilnwasheaped。Alltheseinnumerableblocksandfragmentsofmarblewereredhotandvividlyonfire,sendingupgreatspoutsofblueflame,whichquiveredaloftanddancedmadly,aswithinamagiccircle,andsankandroseagain,withcontinualandmultitudinousactivity。

  Asthelonelymanbentforwardoverthisterriblebodyoffire,theblastingheatsmoteupagainsthispersonwithabreaththat,itmightbesupposed,wouldhavescorchedandshrivelledhimupinamoment。

  EthanBrandstooderect,andraisedhisarmsonhigh。Theblueflamesplayeduponhisface,andimpartedthewildandghastlylightwhichalonecouldhavesuiteditsexpression;itwasthatofafiendonthevergeofplungingintohisgulfofintensesttorment。

  \"OMotherEarth,\"criedhe,\"whoartnomoremyMother,andintowhosebosomthisframeshallneverberesolved!Omankind,whosebrotherhoodIhavecastoff,andtrampledthygreatheartbeneathmyfeet!Ostarsofheaven,thatshoneonmeofold,asiftolightmeonwardandupward!——farewellall,andforever。Come,deadlyelementofFire,-henceforthmyfamiliarfriend!Embraceme,asIdothee!\"

  Thatnightthesoundofafearfulpealoflaughterrolledheavilythroughthesleepofthelime-burnerandhislittleson;dimshapesofhorrorandanguishhauntedtheirdreams,andseemedstillpresentintherudehovel,whentheyopenedtheireyestothedaylight。

  \"Up,boy,up!\"criedthelime-burner,staringabouthim。\"ThankHeaven,thenightisgone,atlast;andratherthanpasssuchanother,Iwouldwatchmylime-kiln,wideawake,foratwelvemonth。ThisEthanBrand,withhishumbugofanUnpardonableSin,hasdonemenosuchmightyfavor,intakingmyplace!\"

  Heissuedfromthehut,followedbylittleJoe,whokeptfastholdofhisfather’shand。Theearlysunshinewasalreadypouringitsgolduponthemountain-tops,andthoughthevalleyswerestillinshadow,theysmiledcheerfullyinthepromiseofthebrightdaythatwashasteningonward。Thevillage,completelyshutinbyhills,whichswelledawaygentlyaboutit,lookedasifithadrestedpeacefullyinthehollowofthegreathandofProvidence。Everydwellingwasdistinctlyvisible;thelittlespiresofthetwochurchespointedupwards,andcaughtafore-glimmeringofbrightnessfromthesun-giltskiesupontheirgildedweather-cocks。Thetavernwasastir,andthefigureoftheold,smoke-driedstage-agent,cigarinmouth,wasseenbeneaththestoop。OldGraylockwasglorifiedwithagoldenclouduponhishead。Scatteredlikewiseoverthebreastsofthesurroundingmountains,therewereheapsofhoarymist,infantasticshapes,someofthemfardownintothevalley,othershighuptowardsthesummits,andstillothers,ofthesamefamilyofmistorcloud,hoveringinthegoldradianceoftheupperatmosphere。Steppingfromonetoanotherofthecloudsthatrestedonthehills,andthencetotheloftierbrotherhoodthatsailedinair,itseemedalmostasifamortalmanmightthusascendintotheheavenlyregions。Earthwassomingledwithskythatitwasaday-dreamtolookatit。

  Tosupplythatcharmofthefamiliarandhomely,whichNaturesoreadilyadoptsintoascenelikethis,thestage-coachwasrattlingdownthemountain-road,andthedriversoundedhishorn,whileEchocaughtupthenotes,andintertwinedthemintoarichandvariedandelaborateharmony,ofwhichtheoriginalperformercouldlayclaimtolittleshare。Thegreathillsplayedaconcertamongthemselves,eachcontributingastrainofairysweetness。

  LittleJoe’sfacebrightenedatonce。

  \"Dearfather,\"criedhe,skippingcheerilytoandfro,\"thatstrangemanisgone,andtheskyandthemountainsallseemgladofit!\"

  \"Yes,\"growledthelime-burner,withanoath,\"buthehasletthefiregodown,andnothankstohimiffivehundredbushelsoflimearenotspoiled。IfIcatchthefellowhereaboutsagain,I

  shallfeelliketossinghimintothefurnace!\"

  Withhislongpoleinhishand,heascendedtothetopofthekiln。Afteramoment’spause,hecalledtohisson。

  \"Comeuphere,Joe!\"saidhe。

  SolittleJoeranupthehillock,andstoodbyhisfather’sside。

  Themarblewasallburntintoperfect,snow-whitelime。Butonitssurface,inthemidstofthecircle,——snow-whitetoo,andthoroughlyconvertedintolime,——layahumanskeleton,intheattitudeofapersonwho,afterlongtoil,liesdowntolongrepose。Withintheribs——strangetosay——wastheshapeofahumanheart。

  \"Wasthefellow’sheartmadeofmarble?\"criedBartram,insomeperplexityatthisphenomenon。\"Atanyrate,itisburntintowhatlookslikespecialgoodlime;and,takingallthebonestogether,mykilnishalfabushelthericherforhim。\"

  Sosaying,therudelime-burnerliftedhispole,and,lettingitfallupontheskeleton,therelicsofEthanBrandwerecrumbledintofragments。

  THECANTERBURYPILGRIMS

  Thesummermoon,whichshinesinsomanyatale,wasbeamingoverabroadextentofunevencountry。Someofitsbrightestrayswereflungintoaspringofwater,wherenotraveller,toiling,asthewriterhas,upthehillyroadbesidewhichitgushes,everfailedtoquenchhisthirst。Theworkofneathandsandconsiderateartwasvisibleaboutthisblessedfountain。Anopencistern,hewnandhollowedoutofsolidstone,wasplacedabovethewaters,whichfilledittothebrim,butbysomeinvisibleoutletwereconveyedawaywithoutdrippingdownitssides。Thoughthebasinhadnotroomforanotherdrop,andthecontinualgushofwatermadeatremoronthesurface,therewasasecretcharmthatforbadeittooverflow。Iremember,thatwhenIhadslakedmysummerthirst,andsatpantingbythecistern,itwasmyfancifultheorythatNaturecouldnotaffordtolavishsopurealiquid,asshedoesthewatersofallmeanerfountains。

  Whilethemoonwashangingalmostperpendicularlyoverthisspot,twofiguresappearedonthesummitofthehill,andcamewithnoiselessfootstepsdowntowardsthespring。Theyweretheninthefirstfreshnessofyouth;noristhereawrinklenowoneitheroftheirbrows,andyettheyworeastrange,old-fashionedgarb。One,ayoungmanwithruddycheeks,walkedbeneaththecanopyofabroad-brimmedgrayhat;heseemedtohaveinheritedhisgreat-grandsire’ssquare-skirtedcoat,andawaistcoatthatextendeditsimmenseflapstohisknees;hisbrownlocks,also,hungdownbehind,inamodeunknowntoourtimes。Byhissidewasasweetyoungdamsel,herfairfeaturesshelteredbyaprimlittlebonnet,withinwhichappearedthevestalmuslinofacap;

  herclose,long-waistedgown,andindeedherwholeattire,mighthavebeenwornbysomerusticbeautywhohadfadedhalfacenturybefore。Butthattherewassomethingtoowarmandlife-likeinthem,Iwouldherehavecomparedthiscoupletotheghostsoftwoyoungloverswhohaddiedlongsinceintheglowofpassion,andnowwerestrayingoutoftheirgraves,torenewtheoldvows,andshadowforththeunforgottenkissoftheirearthlylips,besidethemoonlitspring。

  \"TheeandIwillresthereamoment,Miriam,\"saidtheyoungman,astheydrewnearthestonecistern,\"forthereisnofearthattheeldersknowwhatwehavedone;andthismaybethelasttimeweshallevertastethiswater。\"

  Thusspeaking,withalittlesadnessinhisface,whichwasalsovisibleinthatofhiscompanion,hemadehersitdownonastone,andwasabouttoplacehimselfveryclosetoherside;

  she,however,repelledhim,thoughnotunkindly。

  \"Nay,Josiah,\"saidshe,givinghimatimidpushwithhermaidenhand,\"theemustsitfartheroff,onthatotherstone,withthespringbetweenus。Whatwouldthesisterssay,iftheeweretositsoclosetome?\"

  \"Butweareoftheworld’speoplenow,Miriam,\"answeredJosiah。

  Thegirlpersistedinherprudery,nordidtheyouth,infact,seemaltogetherfreefromasimilarsortofshyness;sotheysatapartfromeachother,gazingupthehill,wherethemoonlightdiscoveredthetopsofagroupofbuildings。Whiletheirattentionwasthusoccupied,apartyoftravellers,whohadcomewearilyupthelongascent,madeahalttorefreshthemselvesatthespring。Therewerethreemen,awoman,andalittlegirlandboy。Theirattirewasmean,coveredwiththedustofthesummer’sday,anddampwiththenight-dew;theyalllookedwoebegone,asifthecaresandsorrowsoftheworldhadmadetheirstepsheavierastheyclimbedthehill;eventhetwolittlechildrenappearedolderinevildaysthantheyoungmanandmaidenwhohadfirstapproachedthespring。

  \"Goodeveningtoyou,youngfolks,\"wasthesalutationofthetravellers;and\"Goodevening,friends,\"repliedtheyouthanddamsel。

  \"IsthatwhitebuildingtheShakermeeting-house?\"askedoneofthestrangers。\"AndarethosetheredroofsoftheShakervillage?\"

  \"Friend,itistheShakervillage,\"answeredJosiah,aftersomehesitation。

  Thetravellers,who,fromthefirst,hadlookedsuspiciouslyatthegarboftheseyoungpeople,nowtaxedthemwithanintentionwhichallthecircumstances,indeed,renderedtooobvioustobemistaken。

  \"Itistrue,friends,\"repliedtheyoungman,summoninguphiscourage。\"MiriamandIhaveagifttoloveeachother,andwearegoingamongtheworld’speople,toliveaftertheirfashion。Andyeknowthatwedonottransgressthelawoftheland;andneitherye,northeeldersthemselves,havearighttohinderus。\"

  \"Yetyouthinkitexpedienttodepartwithoutleave-taking,\"

  remarkedoneofthetravellers。

  \"Yea,ye-a,\"saidJosiah,reluctantly,\"becausefatherJobisaveryawfulmantospeakwith;andbeingagedhimself,hehasbutlittlecharityforwhathecallstheiniquitiesoftheflesh。\"

  \"Well,\"saidthestranger,\"wewillneitheruseforcetobringyoubacktothevillage,norwillwebetrayyoutotheelders。

  Butsityouhereawhile,andwhenyouhaveheardwhatweshalltellyouoftheworldwhichwehaveleft,andintowhichyouaregoing,perhapsyouwillturnbackwithusofyourownaccord。

  Whatsayyou?\"addedhe,turningtohiscompanions。\"Wehavetravelledthusfarwithoutbecomingknowntoeachother。Shallwetellourstories,herebythispleasantspring,forourownpastime,andthebenefitofthesemisguidedyounglovers?\"

  Inaccordancewiththisproposal,thewholepartystationedthemselvesroundthestonecistern;thetwochildren,beingveryweary,fellasleepuponthedampearth,andtheprettyShakergirl,whosefeelingswerethoseofanunoraTurkishlady,creptascloseaspossibletothefemaletraveller,andasfarasshewellcouldfromtheunknownmen。Thesamepersonwhohadhithertobeenthechiefspokesmannowstoodup,wavinghishatinhishand,andsufferedthemoonlighttofallfulluponhisfront。

  \"Inme,\"saidhe,withacertainmajestyofutterance,——\"inme,youbeholdapoet。\"

  Thoughalithographicprintofthisgentlemanisextant,itmaybewelltonoticethathewasnownearlyforty,athinandstoopingfigure,inablackcoat,outatelbows;notwithstandingtheillconditionofhisattire,therewereabouthimseveraltokensofapeculiarsortoffoppery,unworthyofamatureman,particularlyinthearrangementofhishairwhichwassodisposedastogiveallpossibleloftinessandbreadthtohisforehead。

  However,hehadanintelligenteye,and,onthewhole,amarkedcountenance。

  \"Apoet!\"repeatedtheyoungShaker,alittlepuzzledhowtounderstandsuchadesignation,seldomheardintheutilitariancommunitywherehehadspenthislife。\"Oh,ay,Miriam,hemeansavarse-maker,theemustknow。\"

  Thisremarkjarreduponthesusceptiblenervesofthepoet;norcouldhehelpwonderingwhatstrangefatalityhadputintothisyoungman’smouthanepithet,whichill-naturedpeoplehadaffirmedtobemorepropertohismeritthantheoneassumedbyhimself。

  \"True,Iamaverse-maker,\"heresumed,\"butmyverseisnomorethanthematerialbodyintowhichIbreathethecelestialsoulofthought。Alas!howmanyapanghasitcostme,thissameinsensibilitytotheetherealessenceofpoetry,withwhichyouhaveheretorturedmeagain,atthemomentwhenIamtorelinquishmyprofessionforever!OFate!whyhastthouwarredwithNature,turningallherhigherandmoreperfectgiftstotheruinofme,theirpossessor?Whatisthevoiceofsong,whentheworldlackstheearoftaste?HowcanIrejoiceinmystrengthanddelicacyoffeeling,whentheyhavebutmadegreatsorrowsoutoflittleones?HaveIdreadedscornlikedeath,andyearnedforfameasotherspantforvitalair,onlytofindmyselfinamiddlestatebetweenobscurityandinfamy?ButIhavemyrevenge!

  Icouldhavegivenexistencetoathousandbrightcreations。I

  crushthemintomyheart,andthereletthemputrefy!Ishakeoffthedustofmyfeetagainstmycountrymen!Butposterity,tracingmyfootstepsupthiswearyhill,willcryshameupontheunworthyagethatdroveoneofthefathersofAmericansongtoendhisdaysinaShakervillage!\"

  Duringthisharangue,thespeakergesticulatedwithgreatenergy,and,aspoetryisthenaturallanguageofpassion,thereappearedreasontoapprehendhisfinalexplosionintoanodeextempore。

  Thereadermustunderstandthat,forallthesebitterwords,hewasakind,gentle,harmless,poorfellowenough,whomNature,tossingheringredientstogetherwithoutlookingatherrecipe,hadsentintotheworldwithtoomuchofonesortofbrain,andhardlyanyofanother。

  \"Friend,\"saidtheyoungShaker,insomeperplexity,\"theeseemesttohavemetwithgreattroubles;and,doubtless,Ishouldpitythem,if——ifIcouldbutunderstandwhattheywere。\"

  \"Happyinyourignorance!\"repliedthepoet,withanairofsublimesuperiority。\"Toyourcoarsermind,perhaps,ImayseemtospeakofmoreimportantgriefswhenIadd,whatIhadwell-

  nighforgotten,thatIamoutatelbows,andalmoststarvedtodeath。Atanyrate,youhavetheadviceandexampleofoneindividualtowarnyouback;forIamcomehither,adisappointedman,flingingasidethefragmentsofmyhopes,andseekingshelterinthecalmretreatwhichyouaresoanxioustoleave。\"

  \"Ithankthee,friend,\"rejoinedtheyouth,\"butIdonotmeantobeapoet,nor,Heavenbepraised!doIthinkMiriamevermadeavarseinherlife。Soweneednotfearthydisappointments。But,Miriam,\"headded,withrealconcern,\"theeknowestthattheeldersadmitnobodythathasnotagifttobeuseful。Now,whatunderthesuncantheydowiththispoorvarse-maker?\"

  \"Nay,Josiah,donottheediscouragethepoorman,\"saidthegirl,inallsimplicityandkindness。\"Ourhymnsareveryrough,andperhapstheymaytrusthimtosmooththem。\"

  Withoutnoticingthishintofprofessionalemployment,thepoetturnedaway,andgavehimselfuptoasortofvaguereverie,whichhecalledthought。Sometimeshewatchedthemoon,pouringasilveryliquidontheclouds,throughwhichitslowlymeltedtilltheybecameallbright;thenhesawthesamesweetradiancedancingontheleafytreeswhichrustledasiftoshakeitoff,orsleepingonthehightopsofhills,orhoveringdownindistantvalleys,likethematerialofunshapeddreams;lastly,helookedintothespring,andtherethelightwasminglingwiththewater。Initscrystalbosom,too,beholdingallheavenreflectedthere,hefoundanemblemofapureandtranquilbreast。Helistenedtothatmostetherealofallsounds,thesongofcrickets,cominginfullchoiruponthewind,andfanciedthat,ifmoonlightcouldbeheard,itwouldsoundjustlikethat。

  Finally,hetookadraughtattheShakerspring,and,asifitwerethetrueCastalia,wasforthwithmovedtocomposealyric,aFarewelltohisHarp,whichhesworeshouldbeitsclosingstrain,thelastversethatanungratefulworldshouldhavefromhim。Thiseffusion,withtwoorthreeotherlittlepieces,subsequentlywritten,hetookthefirstopportunitytosend,byoneoftheShakerbrethren,toConcord,wheretheywerepublishedintheNewHampshirePatriot。

  Meantime,anotheroftheCanterburypilgrims,onesodifferentfromthepoetthatthedelicatefancyofthelattercouldhardlyhaveconceivedofhim,begantorelatehissadexperience。Hewasasmallman,ofquickandunquietgestures,aboutfiftyyearsold,withanarrowforehead,allwrinkledanddrawntogether。Heheldinhishandapencil,andacardofsomecommission-merchantinforeignparts,onthebackofwhich,fortherewaslightenoughtoreadorwriteby,heseemedreadytofigureoutacalculation。

  \"Youngman,\"saidhe,abruptly,\"whatquantityoflanddotheShakersownhere,inCanterbury?\"

  \"ThatismorethanIcantellthee,friend,\"answeredJosiah,\"butitisaveryrichestablishment,andforalongwaybytheroadsidetheemayguessthelandtobeours,bytheneatnessofthefences。\"

  \"Andwhatmaybethevalueofthewhole,\"continuedthestranger,\"withallthebuildingsandimprovements,prettynearly,inroundnumbers?\"

  \"Oh,amonstroussum,——morethanIcanreckon,\"repliedtheyoungShaker。

  \"Well,sir,\"saidthepilgrim,\"therewasaday,andnotverylongago,neither,whenIstoodatmycounting-roomwindow,andwatchedthesignalflagsofthreeofmyownshipsenteringtheharbor,fromtheEastIndies,fromLiverpool,andfromuptheStraits,andIwouldnothavegiventheinvoiceoftheleastofthemforthetitle-deedsofthiswholeShakersettlement。Youstare。Perhaps,now,youwon’tbelievethatIcouldhaveputmorevalueonalittlepieceofpaper,nobiggerthanthepalmofyourhand,thanallthesesolidacresofgrain,grass,andpasture-landwouldsellfor?\"

  \"Iwon’tdisputeit,friend,\"answeredJosiah,\"butIknowIhadratherhavefiftyacresofthisgoodlandthanawholesheetofthypaper。\"

  \"Youmaysaysonow,\"saidtheruinedmerchant,bitterly,\"formynamewouldnotbeworththepaperIshouldwriteiton。Ofcourse,youmusthaveheardofmyfailure?\"

  Andthestrangermentionedhisname,which,howevermightyitmighthavebeeninthecommercialworld,theyoungShakerhadneverheardofamongtheCanterburyhills。

  \"Notheardofmyfailure!\"exclaimedthemerchant,considerablypiqued。\"Why,itwasspokenofon’ChangeinLondon,andfromBostontoNewOrleansmentrembledintheirshoes。Atallevents,Ididfail,andyouseemehereonmyroadtotheShakervillage,where,doubtless(fortheShakersareashrewdsect),theywillhaveaduerespectformyexperience,andgivemethemanagementofthetradingpartoftheconcern,inwhichcaseIthinkIcanpledgemyselftodoubletheircapitalinfourorfiveyears。Turnbackwithme,youngman;forthoughyouwillnevermeetwithmygoodluck,youcanhardlyescapemybad。\"

  \"Iwillnotturnbackforthis,\"repliedJosiah。calmly,\"anymorethanfortheadviceofthevarse-maker,betweenwhomandthee,friend,Iseeasortoflikeness,thoughIcan’tjustlysaywhereitlies。ButMiriamandIcanearnourdailybreadamongtheworld’speopleaswellasintheShakervillage。Anddowewantanythingmore,Miriam?\"

  \"Nothingmore,Josiah,\"saidthegirl,quietly。

  \"Yea,Miriam,anddailybreadforsomeotherlittlemouths,ifGodsendthem,\"observedthesimpleShakerlad。

  Miriamdidnotreply,butlookeddownintothespring,wheresheencounteredtheimageofherownprettyface,blushingwithintheprimlittlebonnet。Thethirdpilgrimnowtookuptheconversation。Hewasasunburntcountryman,oftallframeandbonystrength,onwhoserudeandmanlyfacethereappearedadarker,moresullenandobstinatedespondency,thanonthoseofeitherthepoetorthemerchant。

  \"Well,now,youngster,\"hebegan,\"thesefolkshavehadtheirsay,soI’lltakemyturn。Mystorywillcutbutapoorfigurebythesideoftheirs;forIneversupposedthatIcouldhavearighttomeatanddrink,andgreatpraisebesides,onlyfortaggingrhymestogether,asitseemsthismandoes;norevertriedtogetthesubstanceofhundredsintomyownhands,likethetraderthere。WhenIwasaboutofyouryears,Imarriedmeawife,——justsuchaneatandprettyyoungwomanasMiriam,ifthat’shername,——andallIaskedofProvidencewasanordinaryblessingonthesweatofmybrow,sothatwemightbedecentandcomfortable,andhavedailybreadforourselves,andforsomeotherlittlemouthsthatwesoonhadtofeed。Wehadnoverygreatprospectsbeforeus;butIneverwantedtobeidle;andI

  thoughtitamatterofcoursethattheLordwouldhelpme,becauseIwaswillingtohelpmyself。\"

  \"Anddidn’tHehelpthee,friend?\"demandedJosiah,withsomeeagerness。

  \"No,\"saidtheyeoman,sullenly;\"forthenyouwouldnothaveseenmehere。Ihavelaboredhardforyears;andmymeanshavebeengrowingnarrower,andmylivingpoorer,andmyheartcolderandheavier,allthetime;tillatlastIcouldbearitnolonger。IsetmyselfdowntocalculatewhetherIhadbestgoontheOregonexpedition,orcomeheretotheShakervillage;butI

  hadnothopeenoughleftinmetobegintheworldoveragain;

  and,tomakemystoryshort,hereIam。Andnow,youngster,takemyadvice,andturnback;orelse,somefewyearshence,you’llhavetoclimbthishill,withasheavyaheartasmine。\"

  Thissimplestoryhadastrongeffectontheyoungfugitives。Themisfortunesofthepoetandmerchanthadwonlittlesympathyfromtheirplaingoodsenseandunworldlyfeelings,qualitieswhichmadethemsuchunprejudicedandinflexiblejudges,thatfewmenwouldhavechosentotaketheopinionofthisyouthandmaidenastothewisdomorfollyoftheirpursuits。Butherewasonewhosesimplewisheshadresembledtheirown,andwho,aftereffortswhichalmostgavehimarighttoclaimsuccessfromfate,hadfailedinaccomplishingthem。

  \"Butthywife,friend?\"exclaimedtheyoungerman。\"Whatbecameoftheprettygirl,likeMiriam?Oh,Iamafraidsheisdead!\"

  \"Yea,poorman,shemustbedead,——sheandthechildren,too,\"

  sobbedMiriam。

  Thefemalepilgrimhadbeenleaningoverthespring,whereinlatterlyatearortwomighthavebeenseentofall,andformitslittlecircleonthesurfaceofthewater。Shenowlookedup,disclosingfeaturesstillcomely,butwhichhadacquiredanexpressionoffretfulness,inthesamelongcourseofevilfortunethathadthrownasullengloomoverthetemperoftheunprosperousyeoman。

  \"Iamhiswife,\"saidshe,ashadeofirritabilityjustperceptibleinthesadnessofhertone。\"Thesepoorlittlethings,asleepontheground,aretwoofourchildren。Wehadtwomore,butGodhasprovidedbetterforthemthanwecould,bytakingthemtoHimself。\"

  \"AndwhatwouldtheeadviseJosiahandmetodo?\"askedMiriam,thisbeingthefirstquestionwhichshehadputtoeitherofthestrangers。

  \"’Tisathingalmostagainstnatureforawomantotrytoparttruelovers,\"answeredtheyeoman’swife,afterapause;\"butI’llspeakastrulytoyouasiftheseweremydyingwords。

  Thoughmyhusbandtoldyousomeofourtroubles,hedidn’tmentionthegreatest,andthatwhichmakesalltherestsohardtobear。Ifyouandyoursweetheartmarry,you’llbekindandpleasanttoeachotherforayearortwo,andwhilethat’sthecase,youneverwillrepent;but,byandby,he’llgrowgloomy,rough,andhardtoplease,andyou’llbepeevish,andfulloflittleangryfits,andapttobecomplainingbythefireside,whenhecomestoresthimselffromhistroublesoutofdoors;soyourlovewillwearawaybylittleandlittle,andleaveyoumiserableatlast。Ithasbeensowithus;andyetmyhusbandandIweretrueloversonce,ifevertwoyoungfolkswere。\"

  Assheceased,theyeomanandhiswifeexchangedaglance,inwhichtherewasmoreandwarmeraffectionthantheyhadsupposedtohaveescapedthefrostofawintryfate,ineitheroftheirbreasts。Atthatmoment,whentheystoodontheutmostvergeofmarriedlife,onewordfitlyspoken,orperhapsonepeculiarlook,hadtheyhadmutualconfidenceenoughtoreciprocateit,mighthaverenewedalltheiroldfeelings,andsentthemback,resolvedtosustaineachotheramidthestrugglesoftheworld。

  Butthecrisispassedandnevercameagain。Justthen,also,thechildren,rousedbytheirmother’svoice,lookedup,andaddedtheirwailingaccentstothetestimonybornebyalltheCanterburypilgrimsagainsttheworldfromwhichtheyfled。

  \"Wearetiredandhungry!\"criedthey。\"IsitfartotheShakervillage?\"

  TheShakeryouthandmaidenlookedmournfullyintoeachother’seyes。Theyhadbutsteppedacrossthethresholdoftheirhomes,whenlo!thedarkarrayofcaresandsorrowsthatroseuptowarnthemback。Thevariednarrativesofthestrangershadarrangedthemselvesintoaparable;theyseemednotmerelyinstancesofwofulfatethathadbefallenothers,butshadowyomensofdisappointedhopeandunavailingtoil,domesticgriefandestrangedaffection,thatwouldcloudtheonwardpathofthesepoorfugitives。Butafteroneinstant’shesitation,theyopenedtheirarms,andsealedtheirresolvewithaspureandfondanembraceaseveryouthfullovehadhallowed。

  \"Wewillnotgoback,\"saidthey。\"Theworldnevercanbedarktous,forwewillalwaysloveoneanother。\"

  ThentheCanterburypilgrimswentupthehill,whilethepoetchantedadrearanddesperatestanzaoftheFarewelltohisHarp,fittingmusicforthatmelancholyband。Theysoughtahomewhereallformertiesofnatureorsocietywouldbesundered,andallolddistinctionslevelled,andacoldandpassionlesssecuritybesubstitutedformortalhopeandfear,asinthatotherrefugeoftheworld’swearyoutcasts,thegrave。TheloversdrankattheShakerspring,andthen,withchastenedhopes,butmoreconfidingaffections,wentontomingleinanuntriedlife。

  THEDEVILINMANUSCRIPT

  OnabittereveningofDecember,Iarrivedbymailinalargetown,whichwasthentheresidenceofanintimatefriend,oneofthosegiftedyouthswhocultivatepoetryandthebelles-lettres,andcallthemselvesstudentsatlaw。Myfirstbusiness,aftersupper,wastovisithimattheofficeofhisdistinguishedinstructor。AsIhavesaid,itwasabitternight,clearstarlight,butcoldasNovaZembla,——theshop-windowsalongthestreetbeingfrosted,soasalmosttohidethelights,whilethewheelsofcoachesthunderedequallyloudoverfrozenearthandpavementsofstone。Therewasnosnow,eitheronthegroundortheroofsofthehouses。Thewindblewsoviolently,thatIhadbuttospreadmycloaklikeamain-sail,andscudalongthestreetattherateoftenknots,greatlyenviedbyothernavigators,whowerebeatingslowlyup,withthegalerightintheirteeth。OneoftheseIcapsized,butwasgoneonthewingsofthewindbeforehecouldevenvociferateanoath。

  Afterthispictureofaninclementnight,beholdusseatedbyagreatblazingfire,whichlookedsocomfortableanddeliciousthatIfeltinclinedtoliedownandrollamongthehotcoals。

  Theusualfurnitureofalawyer’sofficewasaroundus,——rowsofvolumesinsheepskin,andamultitudeofwrits,summonses,andotherlegalpapers,scatteredoverthedesksandtables。Buttherewerecertainobjectswhichseemedtointimatethatwehadlittledreadoftheintrusionofclients,orofthelearnedcounsellorhimself,who,indeed,wasattendingcourtinadistanttown。Atall,decanter-shapedbottlestoodonthetable,betweentwotumblers,andbesideapileofblottedmanuscripts,altogetherdissimilartoanylawdocumentsrecognizedinourcourts。Myfriend,whomIshallcallOberon,——itwasanameoffancyandfriendshipbetweenhimandme,——myfriendOberonlookedatthesepaperswithapeculiarexpressionofdisquietude。

  \"Idobelieve,\"saidhe,soberly,\"or,atleast,Icouldbelieve,ifIchose,thatthereisadevilinthispileofblottedpapers。

  Youhavereadthem,andknowwhatImean,——thatconceptioninwhichIendeavoredtoembodythecharacterofafiend,asrepresentedinourtraditionsandthewrittenrecordsofwitchcraft。Oh,Ihaveahorrorofwhatwascreatedinmyownbrain,andshudderatthemanuscriptsinwhichIgavethatdarkideaasortofmaterialexistence!Wouldtheywereoutofmysight!\"

  \"Andofmine,too,\"thoughtI。

  \"Youremember,\"continuedOberon,\"howthehellishthingusedtosuckawaythehappinessofthosewho,byasimpleconcessionthatseemedalmostinnocent,subjectedthemselvestohispower。Justsomypeaceisgone,andallbytheseaccursedmanuscripts。Haveyoufeltnothingofthesameinfluence?\"

  \"Nothing,\"repliedI,\"unlessthespellbehidinadesiretoturnnovelist,afterreadingyourdelightfultales。\"

  \"Novelist!\"exclaimedOberon,halfseriously。\"Then,indeed,mydevilhashisclawonyou!Youaregone!Youcannotevenprayfordeliverance!Butwewillbethelastandonlyvictims;forthisnightImeantoburnthemanuscripts,andcommitthefiendtohisretributionintheflames。\"

  \"Burnyourtales!\"repeatedI,startledatthedesperationoftheidea。

  \"Evenso,\"saidtheauthor,despondingly。\"Youcannotconceivewhataneffectthecompositionofthesetaleshashadonme。I

  havebecomeambitiousofabubble,andcarelessofsolidreputation。Iamsurroundingmyselfwithshadows,whichbewilderme,byapingtherealitiesoflife。Theyhavedrawnmeasidefromthebeatenpathoftheworld,andledmeintoastrangesortofsolitude,——asolitudeinthemidstofmen,-wherenobodywishesforwhatIdo,northinksnorfeelsasIdo。Thetaleshavedoneallthis。Whentheyareashes,perhapsIshallbeasIwasbeforetheyhadexistence。Moreover,thesacrificeislessthanyoumaysuppose,sincenobodywillpublishthem。\"

  \"Thatdoesmakeadifference,indeed,\"saidI。

  \"Theyhavebeenoffered,byletter,\"continuedOberon,reddeningwithvexation,\"tosomeseventeenbooksellers。Itwouldmakeyoustaretoreadtheiranswers;andreadthemyoushould,onlythatIburntthemasfastastheyarrived。Onemanpublishesnothingbutschool-books;anotherhasfivenovelsalreadyunderexamination。\"

  \"WhatavoluminousmasstheunpublishedliteratureofAmericamustbe!\"criedI。

  \"Oh,theAlexandrianmanuscriptswerenothingtoit!\"saidmyfriend。\"Well,anothergentlemanisjustgivingupbusiness,onpurpose,Iverilybelieve,toescapepublishingmybook。Several,however,wouldnotabsolutelydeclinetheagency,onmyadvancinghalfthecostofanedition,andgivingbondsfortheremainder,besidesahighpercentagetothemselves,whetherthebooksellsornot。Anotheradvisesasubscription。\"

  \"Thevillain!\"exclaimedI。

  \"Afact!\"saidOberon。\"Inshort,ofalltheseventeenbooksellers,onlyonehasvouchsafedeventoreadmytales;andhe——aliterarydabblerhimself,Ishouldjudge——hastheimpertinencetocriticisethem,proposingwhathecallsvastimprovements,andconcluding,afterageneralsentenceofcondemnation,withthedefinitiveassurancethathewillnotbeconcernedonanyterms。\"

  \"Itmightnotbeamisstopullthatfellow’snose,\"remarkedI。

  \"Ifthewhole’trade’hadonecommonnose,therewouldbesomesatisfactioninpullingit,\"answeredtheauthor。\"But,theredoesseemtobeonehonestmanamongtheseseventeenunrighteousones;andhetellsmefairly,thatnoAmericanpublisherwillmeddlewithanAmericanwork,——seldomifbyaknownwriter,andneverifbyanewone,——unlessatthewriter’srisk。\"

  \"Thepaltryrogues!\"criedI。\"Willtheylivebyliterature,andyetrisknothingforitssake?But,afterall,youmightpublishonyourownaccount。\"

  \"AndsoImight,\"repliedOberon。\"Butthedevilofthebusinessisthis。Thesepeoplehaveputmesooutofconceitwiththetales,thatIloathetheverythoughtofthem,andactuallyexperienceaphysicalsicknessofthestomach,wheneverIglanceatthemonthetable。Itellyouthereisademoninthem!I

  anticipateawildenjoymentinseeingthemintheblaze;suchasIshouldfeelintakingvengeanceonanenemy,ordestroyingsomethingnoxious。\"

  Ididnotverystrenuouslyopposethisdetermination,beingprivatelyofopinion,inspiteofmypartialityfortheauthor,thathistaleswouldmakeamorebrilliantappearanceinthefirethananywhereelse。Beforeproceedingtoexecution,webroachedthebottleofchampagne,whichOberonhadprovidedforkeepinguphisspiritsinthisdolefulbusiness。Weswallowedeachatumblerful,insparklingcommotion;itwentbubblingdownourthroats,andbrightenedmyeyesatonce,butleftmyfriendsadandheavyasbefore。Hedrewthetalestowardshim,withamixtureofnaturalaffectionandnaturaldisgust,likeafathertakingadeformedinfantintohisarms。

  \"Pooh!Pish!Pshaw!\"exclaimedhe,holdingthematarm’s-length。

  \"ItwasGray’sideaofheaven,toloungeonasofaandreadnewnovels。Now,whatmoreappropriatetorturewouldDantehimselfhavecontrived,forthesinnerwhoperpetratesabadbook,thantobecontinuallyturningoverthemanuscript?\"

  \"Itwouldfailofeffect,\"saidI,\"becauseabadauthorisalwayshisowngreatadmirer。\"

  \"Ilackthatonecharacteristicofmytribe,——theonlydesirableone,\"observedOberon。\"Buthowmanyrecollectionsthronguponme,asIturnovertheseleaves!ThisscenecameintomyfancyasIwalkedalongahillyroad,onastarlightOctoberevening;inthepureandbracingair,Ibecameallsoul,andfeltasifI

  couldclimbthesky,andrunaracealongtheMilkyWay。Hereisanothertale,inwhichIwraptmyselfduringadarkanddrearynight-rideinthemonthofMarch,tilltherattlingofthewheelsandthevoicesofmycompanionsseemedlikefaintsoundsofadream,andmyvisionsabrightreality。ThatscribbledpagedescribesshadowswhichIsummonedtomybedsideatmidnight:

  theywouldnotdepartwhenIbadethem;thegraydawncame,andfoundmewideawakeandfeverish,thevictimofmyownenchantments!\"

  \"Theremusthavebeenasortofhappinessinallthis,\"saidI,smittenwithastrangelongingtomakeproofofit。

  \"Theremaybehappinessinafeverfit,\"repliedtheauthor。\"AndthenthevariousmoodsinwhichIwrote!Sometimesmyideaswerelikepreciousstonesundertheearth,requiringtoiltodigthemup,andcaretopolishandbrightenthem;butoftenadeliciousstreamofthoughtwouldgushoutuponthepageatonce,likewatersparklingupsuddenlyinthedesert;andwhenithadpassed,Ignawedmypenhopelessly,orblunderedonwithcoldandmiserabletoil,asiftherewereawalloficebetweenmeandmysubject。\"

  \"Doyounowperceiveacorrespondingdifference,\"inquiredI,\"betweenthepassageswhichyouwrotesocoldly,andthosefervidflashesofthemind?\"

  \"No,\"saidOberon,tossingthemanuscriptsonthetable。\"IfindnotracesofthegoldenpenwithwhichIwroteincharactersoffire。Mytreasureoffairycoinischangedtoworthlessdross。Mypicture,paintedinwhatseemedtheloveliesthues,presentsnothingbutafadedandindistinguishablesurface。Ihavebeeneloquentandpoeticalandhumorousinadream,——andbehold!itisallnonsense,nowthatIamawake。\"

  Myfriendnowthrewsticksofwoodanddrychipsuponthefire,andseeingitblazelikeNebuchadnezzar’sfurnace,seizedthechampagnebottle,anddranktwoorthreebrimmingbumpers,successively。Theheadyliquorcombinedwithhisagitationtothrowhimintoaspeciesofrage。Helaidviolenthandsonthetales。Inoneinstantmore,theirfaultsandbeautieswouldalikehavevanishedinaglowingpurgatory。But,allatonce,I

  rememberedpassagesofhighimagination,deeppathos,originalthoughts,andpointsofsuchvariedexcellence,thatthevastnessofthesacrificestruckmemostforcibly。Icaughthisarm。

  \"Surely,youdonotmeantoburnthem!\"Iexclaimed。

  \"Letmealone!\"criedOberon,hiseyesflashingfire。\"Iwillburnthem!Notascorchedsyllableshallescape!Wouldyouhavemeadamnedauthor?——Toundergosneers,taunts,abuse,andcoldneglect,andfaintpraise,bestowed,forpity’ssake,againstthegiver’sconscience!Ahissingandalaughing-stocktomyowntraitorousthoughts!Anoutlawfromtheprotectionofthegrave,——onewhoseasheseverycarelessfootmightspurn,unhonoredinlife,andrememberedscornfullyindeath!AmItobearallthis,whenyonderfirewillinsuremefromthewhole?

  No!Theregothetales!Maymyhandwitherwhenitwouldwriteanother!\"

  Thedeedwasdone。Hehadthrownthemanuscriptsintothehottestofthefire,whichatfirstseemedtoshrinkaway,butsooncurledaroundthem,andmadethemapartofitsownferventbrightness。Oberonstoodgazingattheconflagration,andshortlybegantosoliloquize,inthewildeststrain,asifFancyresistedandbecameriotous,atthemomentwhenhewouldhavecompelledhertoascendthatfuneralpile。Hiswordsdescribedobjectswhichheappearedtodiscerninthefire,fedbyhisownpreciousthoughts;perhapsthethousandvisionswhichthewriter’smagichadincorporatedwiththesepagesbecamevisibletohiminthedissolvingheat,brighteningfortheretheyvanishedforever;

  whilethesmoke,thevividsheetsofflame,theruddyandwhiteningcoals,caughttheaspectofavariedscenery。

  \"Theyblaze,\"saidhe,\"asifIhadsteepedthemintheintensestspiritofgenius。ThereIseemyloversclaspedineachother’sarms。Howpuretheflamethatburstsfromtheirglowinghearts!

  Andyonderthefeaturesofavillainwrithinginthefirethatshalltormenthimtoeternity。Myholymen,mypiousandangelicwomen,standlikemartyrsamidtheflames,theirmildeyesliftedheavenward。Ringoutthebells!Acityisonfire。

  See!——destructionroarsthroughmydarkforests,whilethelakesboilupinsteamingbillows,andthemountainsarevolcanoes,andtheskykindleswithaluridbrightness!Allelementsarebutonepervadingflame!Ha!Thefiend!\"

  Iwassomewhatstartledbythislatterexclamation。Thetaleswerealmostconsumed,butjustthenthrewforthabroadsheetoffire,whichflickeredaswithlaughter,makingthewholeroomdanceinitsbrightness,andthenroaredportentouslyupthechimney。

  \"Yousawhim?Youmusthaveseenhim!\"criedOberon。\"Howheglaredatmeandlaughed,inthatlastsheetofflame,withjustthefeaturesthatIimaginedforhim!Well!Thetalesaregone。\"

  Thepaperswereindeedreducedtoaheapofblackcinders,withamultitudeofsparkshurryingconfusedlyamongthem,thetracesofthepenbeingnowrepresentedbywhitelines,andthewholemassflutteringtoandfrointhedraughtsofair。Thedestroyerkneltdowntolookatthem。

  \"Whatismorepotentthanfire!\"saidhe,inhisgloomiesttone。

  \"Eventhought,invisibleandincorporealasitis,cannotescapeit。Inthislittletime,ithasannihilatedthecreationsoflongnightsanddays,whichIcouldnomorereproduce,intheirfirstglowandfreshness,thancauseashesandwhitenedbonestoriseupandlive。There,too,Isacrificedtheunbornchildrenofmymind。AllthatIhadaccomplished——allthatIplannedforfutureyears——hasperishedbyonecommonruin,andleftonlythisheapofembers!Thedeedhasbeenmyfate。Andwhatremains?Awearyandaimlesslife,——alongrepentanceofthishour,——andatlastanobscuregrave,wheretheywillburyandforgetme!\"

  Astheauthorconcludedhisdolorousmoan,theextinguishedembersaroseandsettleddownandaroseagain,andfinallyflewupthechimney,likeademonwithsablewings。Justastheydisappeared,therewasaloudandsolitarycryinthestreetbelowus。\"Fire!\"Fire!Othervoicescaughtupthatterribleword,anditspeedilybecametheshoutofamultitude。Oberonstartedtohisfeet,infreshexcitement。

  \"Afireonsuchanight!\"criedhe。\"Thewindblowsagale,andwhereveritwhirlstheflames,theroofswillflashuplikegunpowder。Everypumpisfrozenup,andboilingwaterwouldturntoicethemomentitwasflungfromtheengine。Inanhour,thiswoodentownwillbeonegreatbonfire!Whataglorioussceneformynext——Pshaw!\"

  Thestreetwasnowallalivewithfootsteps,andtheairfullofvoices。Weheardoneenginethunderingroundacorner,andanotherrattlingfromadistanceoverthepavements。Thebellsofthreesteeplesclangedoutatonce,spreadingthealarmtomanyaneighboringtown,andexpressinghurry,confusion,andterror,soinimitablythatIcouldalmostdistinguishintheirpealtheburdenoftheuniversalcry,——\"Fire!Fire!Fire!\"

  \"Whatissoeloquentastheirirontongues!\"exclaimedOberon。

  \"Myheartleapsandtrembles,butnotwithfear。Andthatothersound,too,-deepandawfulasamightyorgan,——theroarandthunderofthemultitudeonthepavementbelow!Come!Wearelosingtime。Iwillcryoutintheloudestoftheuproar,andminglemyspiritwiththewildestoftheconfusion,andbeabubbleonthetopoftheferment!\"

  Fromthefirstoutcry,myforebodingshadwarnedmeofthetrueobjectandcentreofalarm。Therewasnothingnowbutuproar,above,beneath,andaroundus;footstepsstumblingpell-mellupthepublicstaircase,eagershoutsandheavythumpsatthedoor,thewhizanddashofwaterfromtheengines,andthecrashoffurniturethrownuponthepavement。Atonce,thetruthflasheduponmyfriend。Hisfrenzytookthehueofjoy,and,withawildgestureofexultation,heleapedalmosttotheceilingofthechamber。

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