Slowly descended the voluminous appendage; its extreme end fell on the chair on which he had been sitting. She flew like lightning thither, raised the glittering tool, marked the precise spot, and severed at a blow "three notches of the devil's tail!" "Take--take your remedy, dear Theodore!" she whispered, "for I cannot touch it." I stooped, and took the severed quivering part, _but could not hold it for its heat_; so thrust it into my coat-pock; I then turned to congratulate my deliverer, _but she was a lifeless corpse at my feet_; and the stranger had vanished, I knew not and I cared not whither. How often have I called on madness, or on death, to take from me the memory of her loss! Neither would come! I have had no return of my malady, but I have experienced anguish fourfold! The only benefit derived has been that my sister Emily has been totally cured by the specific that was so dearly purchased, for it proved efficacious in both cases. Perchance it may prove useful for the future members of our family, should they be infected with this hereditary complaint; for myself, I shall never need it for my offspring, my affections are buried in the grave; but I have bequeathed it to my beloved sisters--with my hopes, more than my belief, that it may prove effective,--"the _three notches of the devil's tail_!" TRANSLATION FROM UHLAND. THE SERENADE. What soft low strains are these I hear That come my dreams between? Oh! mother, look! who may it be That plays so late at e'en? "I hear no sound, I see no form; Oh! rest in slumber mild: They'll bring no music to thee now, My poor, my sickly child!" It is not music of the earth That makes my heart so light; The angels call me with their songs, Oh! mother dear, good night! THE PORTRAIT GALLERY.--No. III.