One man in particular stood in front, his eyes fixt on the prophet, his mouth open, his limbs rigid, while his face changed to various colours, yellow, blue, and green, through intense fear.  The maniac caught his glance, and turned his eye on him—­ one has heard of the gaze of the rattle-snake, which allures the trembling victim till he falls within his jaws.  The maniac became composed; his person rose higher; authority beamed from his countenance.  He looked on the peasant, who began to tremble, while he still gazed; his knees knocked together; his teeth chattered.  He at last fell down in convulsions.  “That man has the plague,” said the maniac calmly.  A shriek burst from the lips of the poor wretch; and then sudden motionlessness came over him; it was manifest to all that he was dead.

Cries of horror filled the place—­every one endeavoured to effect his escape—­in a few minutes the market place was cleared—­the corpse lay on the ground; and the maniac, subdued and exhausted, sat beside it, leaning his gaunt cheek upon his thin hand.  Soon some people, deputed by the magistrates, came to remove the body; the unfortunate being saw a jailor in each—­he fled precipitately, while I passed onwards to the Castle.

Death, cruel and relentless, had entered these beloved walls.  An old servant, who had nursed Idris in infancy, and who lived with us more on the footing of a revered relative than a domestic, had gone a few days before to visit a daughter, married, and settled in the neighbourhood of London.  On the night of her return she sickened of the plague.  From the haughty and unbending nature of the Countess of Windsor, Idris had few tender filial associations with her.  This good woman had stood in the place of a mother, and her very deficiencies of education and knowledge, by rendering her humble and defenceless, endeared her to us—­she was the especial favourite of the children.  I found my poor girl, there is no exaggeration in the expression, wild with grief and dread.  She hung over the patient in agony, which was not mitigated when her thoughts wandered towards her babes, for whom she feared infection.  My arrival was like the newly discovered lamp of a lighthouse to sailors, who are weathering some dangerous point.  She deposited her appalling doubts in my hands; she relied on my judgment, and was comforted by my participation in her sorrow.  Soon our poor nurse expired; and the anguish of suspense was changed to deep regret, which though at first more painful, yet yielded with greater readiness to my consolations.  Sleep, the sovereign balm, at length steeped her tearful eyes in forgetfulness.