"This light _is_ delicious, and it is only common gratitude to nature to acknowledge, that she has done something in the scene before my casement at this sweet and quiet hour, which places her immeasurably above the _decorateurs_ of a French _salon_. The sun has gone, and the moon has not yet come. There is scarcely a star; and yet a light lingers, and floats, and descends over everything--hill, forest, and water--like the light that one sometimes sees in dreams. All dream-like--the work of a spell laid over a horizon of a hundred miles. I should scarcely be surprised to see visionary forms rising from these woods and waters, and ascending in bright procession into the clouds. I hear, at this moment, some touches of music, which I could almost believe to come from invisible instruments as they pass along with the breeze. Still, may I beg of you, Mr Marston, not to suppose that I mean to extend this letter to the size of a government despatch, nor that the mark which I find I have left on my paper, is a tear? _I_ have no sorrow to make its excuse. But here, one weeps for pleasure, and I can forgive even Rousseau his--'Je m'attendrissais, je soupirais, et je pleurais comme un enfant. Combien de fois, m'arretant pour pleurer plus a mon aise, assis sur une grosse pierre, je me suis amuse a voir tomber mes larmes dans l'eau.' Rousseau was lunatic, but he was _not_ lunatic when he wrote this, or _I_ am growing so too. For fear of that possible romance, I say, farewell. "P.S.--Remember Madame Spiegler. _Toujours a vous_--MARIAMNE." My third letter was Mordecai to the life--a bold, hurried, yet clear view of the political bearings of the time. It more than ever struck me, in the course of his daring paragraphs, what a capital leader he would have made for a Jewish revolution; if one could imagine the man of a thousand years of slavery grasping the sword and unfurling the banner. Yet bold minds _may_ start up among a fallen people; and when the great change, which will assuredly come, is approaching, it is not improbable that it will be begun by some new and daring spirit throwing off the robes of humiliation, and teaching Israel to strike for freedom by some gallant example--a new Moses smiting the Egyptian, and marching from the house of bondage, the fallen host of the oppressor left weltering in the surge of blood behind.