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were still; everywhere a fixed glory, a gigantic silence, a holding of the

breath for things to happen

By degrees the voice in her ears fitted in with the landscape, beca it was, like the voice of the archangel of that sunset

land Audrey listened at last; and suddenly the ht from the sky, and her people were dead and dust away in that

hidden valley, and she was sitting in the church at Williah, alone,

without a friend

What was the preacher saying? What ball of the night before was he

describing with bitter power, the while he gave warning of handwriting

upon the wall such as had irl was he telling,--what creature dressed in silks that should

have gone in rags, brought to that ball by her paraure in the pulpit trembled like a leaf with the passion of

the preacher's convictions and the energy of his utterance On had gone

the stream of rhetoric, the denunciations, the satire, the tremendous

assertions of God's mind and purposes The lash that ielded was

far-reaching; all the vices of the age--irreligion, blasphe--fell under its sting

The condehbor

wince The occurrence at the ball last night,--he was on that for final

theation

Solanced to where would have sat Mr Marentlereat run of luck at

the Cocoa Tree; now of an Indian ith his knee upon his breast, was

throttling him to death Others looked over their shoulders to see if that

gypsy yet sat beneath the gallery Colonel Byrd took out his snuffbox and

studied the picture on the lid, while his daughter sat like a carven lady,

with a slight smile upon her lips