t— in front. Could I but see  a moment! Surely, in t case, I s be so mad as to run to  tell—I am not certain. And if I did— t by my once more tasting t t cideless sea of th.”

    I ed along turned its angle: te just to tone pillars croone balls. From bely at t of tion, desirous to ascertain if any bedroom  dratlements, —all from tered station  my command.

    tcook t t. t imid at first, and t gradually I greare; and ture from my nicraying out into top full in front of t mansion, and a protracted, o. “ affectation of diffidence  first?” t  stupid regardlessness now?”

    ration, reader.

    A lover finds ress asleep on a mossy bank; o catc ly over to make no sound; irred:  for s on ures: s it, bends loe ty—.  glance! But arts! ly clasps in bot, a moment since, touc er—by any movement   sly: one dead.

    I looked imorous joy toately house: I saw a blackened ruin.

    No need to co, indeed!—to peep up at ctices, fearing life ir beo listen for doors opening—to fancy steps on t or trodden and e: tal ya  a tlements, no chimneys—all had crashed in.

    And t it: tude of a lonesome  letters addressed to people cles to a vault in a cones told by e tion: but  story belonged to ter?  loss, besides mortar and marble and o ans—not even dumb sign, mute token.

    In tered ated interior, I gat ty  of late occurrence. inter sno, ed t void arcer rains beaten in at ts; for, amidst tation: grass and ones and fallen rafters. And oime  land? Under arily o toes, and I aske