the misery you have this day wrought, the wretchedness you have inflicted, recoil with two-fold vengeance on yourself;-I can wish you no worse fate."

Then bowing to me with mock humility, he withdrew.

END OF BOOK I.

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BOOK II.

Les choses les plus souhaitées n'arrivent point, ou si elles arrivent ce n'est ni dans les temps ni dans les circonstances où elles auraient fait un extrême plaisir,-LA BRUYere.

OH, time! time! Do the sands in thy glass run low? Are thy wings pinioned, that thou thus trailest thy weary flight? Inscrutable enigma art thou, that being past art still to come. Thou veritable hydra! Thou self-generating, self-propagating mystery! Why, as we gaze on thee with "reverted eyes," seemest thou to have sped all too swiftly? Why, as we turn on thee our prospective vision, dost thou advance with faltering step, and slow as though thou wert weighed down beneath the burden of chances, changes, woes, and sorrows, with which thou art so heavily laden? Thy course,