A vision of our Mary, heavenly Queen, Appeared to me in silence of the night. Around her flowed a stream of golden light In which she stood with sweet, celestial mien And beauty but before by angels seen. With rapture I beheld the blessèd sight, That beamed upon me ravishingly bright; And while entranced, methought her eyes serene Did rest upon me, and a holy spell My being thrilled with ecstasy unknown; But darkness soon upon my senses fell, Though not before the bliss and joy were shown That those enjoy who with her ever dwell In life eternal round the holy throne. On The Wing. A Southern Flight. VII. Concluded. “I wish you and Mary would go down to the Vernons, Jane,” said Frank, coming into our room one morning about three weeks after my engagement with Don Emidio. “I did not see Ida; but Elizabeth tells me she is not well, and I believe it all arises from the annoyances to which they have been exposed through the conduct of the Casinelli. It has grown into a complete persecution, for people never forgive those they have injured.” “What are they doing now to vex Ida?” asked Mary. “I do not understand all the _pros_ and _cons_ of the matter; but I found Elizabeth rather anxious about Ida, and she could not leave her to walk with me, as she had promised last night.” That, of course, was a very serious affair, and one which demanded immediate rectification, at least in Frank’s opinion—as any similar event would have done in the estimation of the other gentleman who so often formed one of our small circle; for I had long since found out that I was not to be allowed the privilege of a headache, or any other excuse for solitude, without a rigorous investigation of the merits of the case being set on foot by Don Emidio. Of course Mary and I lost no time in going to Villa Casinelli. We took the path that had been cleared through the vineyard, on purpose to save Mary the fatigue of the longer way by the road. The _vigneroli_ had taken great pains to make this little approach for the “padre’s friends,” as we were always called; and they had thrown a plank with a fragile hand‐rail across the little, rocky stream where they washed the clothes, and which stream formed the boundary between the property of the Casinelli and that of their neighbors. For a short walk it was nevertheless rather a fatiguing one; for it was up and down all the way, and included one or two short flights of stone steps. In the early spring the yellow oxalis had covered the ground like a carpet embroidered in gold and green. Now the beans had taken the place of the gayer blossoms, and filled the air with their sweet perfume.