"'Auriola, Auriola!' exclaimed the youth, supporting the pale and quivering Emma--'forgive me! forgive me!' "The Moor Maiden dropped the ring into the well, and it vanished like an unearthly flame. Auriola herself, slowly and like a mist, descended after it. She held her hand above her head, and it seemed to point to the onward-dashing carriage. "Horror upon horror! the carriage itself began to sink into the earth--quicker and quicker. "'We are sinking! Heaven help us!' cried the driver. Bolko burst the carriage door open, but escape was impossible. The moor had given way around him. The horses were already swallowed up in the abyss. The pale earth-crust trembled and heaved like flakes of ice upon a loosening river. It separated, and huge pieces were precipitated and hurled against each other. In a few seconds horses and carriage, bride and bridegroom, had disappeared for ever. As the moor closed over them, the hand of Auriola vanished. "The Curse of her father was accomplished. "On the same night, Gottmar castle was struck by lightning. It burned to the ground, and there the aged Hubert found his grave." "THAT'S WHAT WE ARE." "Careful and troubled about many things," (Alas! that it should be so with us still As in the time of Martha,) I went forth Harass'd and heartsick, with hot aching brow, Thought fever'd, happy to escape myself. Beauteous that bright May morning! All about Sweet influences of earth, and air, and sky, Harmoniously accordant. I alone, The troubled spirit that had driven me forth, In dissonance with that fair frame of things So blissfully serene. God had not yet Let fall the weight of chastening that makes dumb The murmuring lip, and stills the rebel heart, Ending all earthly interests, and I call'd (O Heaven!) that incomplete experience--Grief. It would not do. The momentary sense Of soft refreshing coolness pass'd away; Back came the troublous thoughts, and, all in vain, I strove with the tormentors: All in vain, Applied me with forced interest to peruse Fair nature's outspread volume: All in vain, Look'd up admiring at the dappling clouds And depths cerulean: Even as I gazed, The film--the earthly film obscured my vision, And in the lower region, sore perplex'd, Again I wander'd; and again shook off With vex'd impatience the besetting cares, And set me straight to gather as I walk'd A field-flower nosegay. Plentiful the choice; And, in few moments, of all hues I held A glowing handful. In a few moments more Where are they? Dropping as I went along Unheeded on my path, and I was gone-- Wandering again in muse of thought perplex'd.