As she approached the house to which she was going, her reluctance to proceed increased.  Frequently she paused to recollect the motives that had prescribed this task, and to re-enforce her purposes.  At length she arrived at the house.  Now, for the first time, her attention was excited by the silence and desolation that surrounded her.  This evidence of fear and of danger struck upon her heart.  All appeared to have fled from the presence of this unseen and terrible foe.  The temerity of adventuring thus into the jaws of the pest, now appeared to her in glaring colors.

...  She cast her eye towards the house opposite to where she now stood.  Her heart drooped on perceiving proofs that the dwelling was still inhabited.  The door was open, and the windows in the second and third story were raised.  Near the entrance, in the street, stood a cart.  The horse attached to it, in his form, and furniture, and attitude, was an emblem of torpor and decay.  His gaunt sides, motionless limbs, his gummy and dead eyes, and his head hanging to the ground, were in unison with the craziness of the vehicle to which he belonged, and the paltry and bedusted harness which covered him.  No attendant nor any human face was visible.  The stillness, though at an hour customarily busy, was uninterrupted, except by the sound of wheels moving at an almost indistinguishable distance.

She paused for a moment to contemplate this unwonted spectacle.  Her trepidations were mingled with emotions not unakin to sublimity; but the consciousness of danger speedily prevailed, and she hastened to acquit herself of her engagement.  She approached the door for this purpose, but before she could draw the bell, her motions were arrested by sounds from within.  The staircase was opposite the door.  Two persons were now discovered descending the stair.  They lifted between them a heavy mass, which was presently discerned to be a coffin.  Shocked by this discovery, and trembling, she withdrew from the entrance.

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=_Washington Allston, 1779-1843._= (Manual, pp. 504, 510.)

From “Monaldi.”

=_277._= IMPERSONATION OF THE POWER OF EVIL.

The light (which descended from above) was so powerful, that for nearly a minute I could distinguish nothing, and I rested on a form attached to the wainscoting.  I then put up my hand to shade my eyes, when—­the fearful vision is even now before me—­I seemed to be standing before an abyss in space, boundless and black.  In the midst of this permeable pitch stood a colossal mass of gold, in shape like an altar, and girdled about by a huge serpent, gorgeous and terrible; his body flecked with diamonds, and his head, an enormous carbuncle, floating like a meteor on the air above.  Such was the Throne.  But no words can describe the gigantic Being that sat thereon—­the grace, the majesty, its transcendent form—­and yet I shuddered as I looked, for its superhuman countenance seemed, as it were, to