fancy was still disturbed; she was haunted by a fearful dream.
She dreamed that she was persecuted, and cruelly pursued by one whom she had never seen. It was not Harcourt, neither was it Herbert; of that she felt assured. The vision presented to her had an aspect pale, the brows lowered; they scowled upon her, and yet he made an attempt to smile; but oh! what malignancy did that smile betray—cunning, deceit, hypocrisy, sat lurking there. He stretched forth his arms, he sought to enfold her in his grasp. "Save! save me! Infinite powers of mercy," she cried; trembling, unable to support herself, she fell prostrate on the earth. The phantom upon this appeal to Omnipotence, in an instant fled. She raised herself upon her knees, but still dreaded to look upwards, when she found herself assisted to rise by an aged man of venerable mien; his countenance exhibiting the serenity of virtue, that blessed calm! derived as an effect of a heavenly conscience.
Rosilia, as her dream continued, suddenly found herself transplanted amidst fields of a verdant green. All was solitude around her: no sound was heard, except the murmuring of rills and the songs of birds. Her benign protector stood by
