Common; the music still played soft and distant. On the common he watched them go through a number of evolutions, a man clothed in scarlet stood in the centre and directed them; they extended, he declared, over fifty acres; they were in sight half an hour; then they marched away quite silently—the whole time he heard neither voice nor tread—nothing but the faint music playing a solemn march.”
“Where did they go, sir?”
“Towards Briarfield; Mike followed them; they seemed passing Fieldhead, when a column of smoke, such as might be vomited by a park of artillery, spread noiseless over the fields, the road, the common, and rolled, he said, blue and dim to his very feet. As it cleared away he looked again for the soldiers, but they were vanished; he saw them no more. Mike, like a wise Daniel as he is, not only rehearsed the vision, but gave the interpretation thereof: it signifies, he intimated, bloodshed and civil conflict.”
“Do you credit it, sir?” asked Sweeting.
“Do you, Davy? But come, Malone, why are you not off?”
“I am rather surprised, sir, you did not stay with Moore yourself; you like this kind of thing.”
“So I should have done, had I not unfortunately happened to engage Boultby to sup with me on his way home from the Bible Society meeting at Nunnely. I promised to send you as my substi-
