As I contemplate these features, calm, and composed, I mark that he is incapable of those crimes which debase human nature. Yes, he is worthy of her love. May the mighty spirit who guards our tribe, watch over and protect the preserver of my child." When the aged sybil had concluded these obscure predictions, uttered in a low tone of voice, as she performed her task, she poured out a cooling draught, which she tendered to Ivan, who gladly drank it off, and again composed himself to sleep. Thaddeus had but a short time before thrown himself on his rude couch, and was fast wrapped in slumber, when Hagar took her seat by his friend's side. Commencing in a low soothing chaunt, she continued singing till she observed that his eyes were closely sealed in slumber. The words she sang, or rather chaunted, were to the following effect; but being in the Zingani language, which is known to few beyond their own people, it is difficult to render their literal meaning; most of the predictions she uttered whilst dressing Ivan's wound, were in the same tongue, so that he remained perfectly ignorant of the fate she had prophesied for him. Spirits, I summon ye; Spirits of air, Come round this stranger, Watch him with care. Come, come ye misty shapes, Whence far ye stray, Shunning the glaring beams Of the bright day. Come from dark Egypt's land, Spirits who dwell 'Neath the vast pyramids' Deep hidden cell; And who were worshipp'd in Temples of old, When priests of stern Apis Men's fates foretold; From whence in middle earth Fearless ye dwell, Through its fierce fires, List to my spell. Come whence the northern blasts Furious blow, Fly on your whiten'd wings From frost and snow. Ye, who 'neath ocean roam, Through coral caves, Or in the sparkling foam, Sport o'er the waves: Ye, who on tempests ride, When the fierce blast, Driving the hapless bark, Rives the stout mast: Ye whose loud shriek is heard 'Mid ocean's roar, When the doom'd bark is hurl'd On the stern shore: Come, come, attend my will, I summon all; Haste through the elements, Come at my call. After a profound sleep of some hours, Ivan awoke with parched lips and a feverish thirst, which he sought to allay with more of the same refreshing beverage before presented to him. He begged for it, and on taking the cup, could not help fancying that the hand which offered it, was not that of the aged nurse who had previously tended him.