your voice for those who can credit man's words. You will go, then. What! are you afraid of a woman, because 'tis past midnight, and you 're in an old gallery."
"Fear, Mrs. Lorraine, is not a word in my vocabulary."
"The words in thy vocabulary are few, boy! as are the years of thine age. He who sent you here this night, sent you here not to slumber. Come hither!" and she led Vivian to the window: "what see you?"
"I see Nature at rest, Mrs. Lorraine; and I would fain follow the example of beasts, birds, and fishes."
"Yet gaze upon this scene one second. See the distant hills, how beautifully their rich covering is tinted with the moonbeam! These nearer fir-trees—how radiantly their black skeleton forms are tipped with silver! and the old and thickly-foliaged oaks bathed in light!
