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him, and within reach of his voice, at the instant when his food was supplied; some one perhaps susceptible of pity. Or if not, to be told even that his apprehensions were just, and that his fate was to be what he foreboded would be preferable to a suspense which hung upon the possibility of his worst fears being visionary.
The night eame; and as the hour approached when Vivenzio imagined he might expect the signs, he stood fixed and silent as a statue. He feared to breathe, almost, lest ho might lose any sound which would warn him of their coming. While thus listening, with every faeulty of mind and body strained to an agony of attention, it occured to him he should be more sensible of the motion, probably, if he stretched himself along the iron floor. He accordingly laid himself softly down, and had not been long in that position when—yes—he was eertain of it—the floor moved under him! He sprang up, and in a voiee suffoeated nearly with emotion called, aloud. He paused—the motion eeased—he felt no stream of air all was hushed—no voice answered to his—he burst into tears; and as he sunk to the ground, in renewed anguish, exclaimed, —"Oh, my God! my God! You alone have power to save me now, or strengthen me for the trial you permit."
Another morning dawned upon the wretehed eaptive, and the fatal index of his doom met his eyes. Two windows! and two days, and all would be over! Fresh food and fresh water! The mysterious visit had been paid, though he had implored it in vain. But how awfully was his prayer answered in what he now saw! The roof of the dungeon was within a foot of his head. The two ends were so near, that in six paees he trod the
