Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 4, April 1850Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXVI, No. 4, April 1850
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The day was delightful. There was just enough motion in the air to
disturb the little fleecy clouds which were scattered on the horizon,
and by floating them occasionally over the sun, to checker the landscape
with that variety of light and shade which often gives to a bare and
unenclosed scene, a species of charm approaching to the varieties of a
cultivated and planted country.
When Stanley had reached the borders of the grove in which the party had
dined, he cast his eyes upward on the hills where he had climbed in
search of Jessy Ellet. Curiosity suggested to him to ascend again to the
spot where he had beheld the strange apparition. Fear for himself knew
no place in his brave young soul. He felt that his virtuous and strong
heart was even proof against the power of Satan and his agents. He
proceeded, therefore, to remount the hills, in hopes that he might again
behold the shadowy spirit, and perchance have time to question it of its
errand to earth, ere it a second time disappeared. When he arrived
beneath the well-remembered rock, he raised his eyes, more however in
the expectation of being disappointed in the object of his quest, than
with any actual idea of meeting a return of his former vision.
It was consequently with the astonishment of one utterly unprepared,
that he beheld, standing upon the rocky elevation, the same figure of
the mist which had filled his waking dreams throughout the night. The
sudden sight took from him, for the instant, both speech and motion. It
seemed as if his imagination had raised up a phantom presenting to his
outward senses the object that engrossed his mind. She seemed clad in
white, and her hair of threaded gold, while her complexion looked
radiant and pure through the rising beams that reflected upon it. In the
morning vapor she appeared even more transparent than in the sunset dew;
so much so, that the broken corner of the rock which she had chosen for
her pedestal, would have seemed unsafe for any more substantial figure
than her own. Yet she rested upon it as securely and lightly as a bird
upon the stem of a bush. The sun, which was rising exactly opposite,
shed his early rays upon her shadowy form and increased its aereal
effect. Internal and indefinable feelings restrained the youth from
accosting her as he had thought to have done. These are easily explained
on the supposition that his mortal frame shrunk at the last moment from
an encounter with a being of a different nature.
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