wounded, bruised, and bleeding. Seizing his massive key, the keeper, by a few wellaimed blows, accompanied by a variety of kicks and wrathful words, soon dispersed the murderous group, and then, with the assistance of one of the warders, carried the fainting Eliezer to an unoccupied apartment, where for a fortnight he lay hovering between life and death. UDDENLY, as if arrested by fear or a feeling of wonder, Still she stood with her colourless lips apart, while a shudder Ran through her frame, and, forgotten, the flowerets dropped from her fingers, And from her eyes and cheeks the light and bloom of the morning. Then there escaped from her lips a cry of such terrible anguish, That the dying heard it, and started up from their pillows. On the pallet before her was stretched the form of an old man. Long, and thin, and grey were the locks that shaded his temples; But, as he lay in the morning light, his face for a moment Seemed to assume once more the forms of its earlier manhood. Motionless, senseless, dying he lay, and his spirit exhausted Seemed to be sinking down through infinite depths in the darkness, Darkness of slumber and death, for ever sinking and sinking. Then through those realms of shade, in multiplied reverberations, Heard he that cry of pain, and through the hush that succeeded Whispered a gentle voice, in accents tender and saint-like, "Gabriel! O my beloved!" EVANGELINE. CHAPTER VI. M HE story of Eliezer's sufferings by some means spread beyond the boundary of the prison walls, and many rich Jews, who had before sided against him, now exerted themselves to obtain his release, but his uncle, hardened to all human kindness, so far as his nephew was concerned, induced the police, by means of large bribes, to remove him from a place where it seemed that, unless he were set free, many would rise up and forcibly procure his liberation. Again a wearisome march on foot was recommenced, terminating, as before, only when night threw her dark mantle over the earth. It was now the depth of a Russian |