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amid friends that loved him, and sweeter endearments of those who loved him as fricnds could not, that in the first moments of waking, his startled mind secmed to admit the knowledge of his situation as if it had burst upon it for the first time, fresh in all its appalling horrors. He gazed round with an air of doubt and amazcment, and took up a handful of the straw upon which he lay, as though he would ask himself what it meant. But memory, too faithful to her office, soon unveiled the mclancholy past, while reason, shuddering at the task, flashed before his cyes the trcmendous future. The contrast overpowered him. He remained for some timc lamenting, like a truth, the bright visions that had vanished; and recoiling from the prescnt, which clung to him as a poisoned garment.
When he grew more calm, he surveyed his gloomy dungeon. Alas! thc stronger light of day only served to confirm what the gloomy indistinctness of the preceding evcning had partially disclosed, the utter impossibility of escape. As, however, his eyes wandered round and round, and from place to place, he noticed two circumstances which excited his surprisc and curiosity. Thc onc, he thought might be fancy; but the other, was positive. His pitcher of water, and the dish which contained his food, had been removed from his sido while he slept, and now stood near the door. Were he even inclined to doubt this, by supposing ho had mistaken the spot where he saw them over night, he could not, for the pitcher now in his dungeon was neither of the same form nor colour as the other, while thc food was changed for some other of better quality. He had been visited therefore during the night. But how had the person obtained entrance? Could he have slept so
