terrible roar into a fathomless depth. Every object bore the awful marks of hoary antiquity.
"Whither do you lead me, Sennor," exclaimed I impelled by secret horror.
"To a place," answered he, "where a a man of courage and sentiment need never be afraid of going!"
"I am a stranger to idle fears. But what have I to expect?"
"Your own feelings should tell you that, Carlos. You are partly acquainted with Jago's story. A society of men waits for you. You wish perhaps to participate in their grand designs. Can you resolve to submit yourself to voluntary ties?"
"I dare say I can; but what is to be my compensation?"
"To shake off the involuntary one. But fear nothing, Carlos. You will be happy some day, but we cannot expect the reward before the action. The society are men of sublime virtue, of a world swaying spirit, free from prejudices, sustaining the burden of life in the fair light of wholesome truth. Be you
