prisoners," he said, smiling, "unless you promise to behave with more moderation. Come, my Amalia! you shall be my instructress! Why am I so interested in this brilliant star?" and holding her hands in one of his, he wound his arm round her waist, and whispered her such words, as he thought might calm her troubled spirit. The wildness of her eyes gradually gave way; at length, she raised them to Vivian with a look of meek tenderness, and her head sank upon his breast.
"It shines, it shines, it shines, Vivian!" she softly whispered, "glory to thee, and woe to me! Nay, you need not hold my hands, I will not harm you. I cannot—'tis no use. Oh, Vivian! when we first met, how little did I know to whom I pledged myself!"
"Amalia, forget these wild fancies, estrange yourself from the murky mysticism which has exercised so baneful an influence, not only over
