The strange phantasmagorian spectacle rapidly developed itself in obedience to the commands of the demon. First, it appeared to Wagner that the supernatural luster which pervaded the dungeon, gathered like a curtain on one side and occupied the place of the wall. This wondrous light became transparent, like a thin golden mist; and then the distant city of Leghorn appeared--producing an effect similar to that of the dissolving views now familiar to every one. The morning sun shone brightly on the fair scene; and a forest of masts stood out in bold relief against the western sky. The gilded lanterns on the poops of the vessels--the flags and streamers of various hues--the white sails of those ships that were preparing for sea--and the richly painted pinnaces that were shooting along in the channel between the larger craft rendered the scene surpassingly gay and beautiful. But amidst the shipping, Wagner's eyes were suddenly attracted by a large galley, with three masts--looking most rakish with its snow-white sail, its tapering spars, its large red streamer, and its low, long, and gracefully sweeping hull, which was painted jet black. On its deck were six pieces of brass ordnance; and stands of fire-arms were ranged round the lower parts of the masts. Altogether, the appearance of that vessel was as suspicious and menacing as it was gallant and graceful; and from the incantation of the demon, Wagner gleaned its real nature. And now--as that corsair-ship moved slowly out of the port of Leghorn--its black side suddenly seemed to open, or at least to become transparent; and the interior of a handsomely fitted up cabin was revealed. Fernand's heart had already sunk within him through foreboding apprehension; but now an ejaculation of mingled rage and grief burst from his lips, when, on a sofa in that cabin, he beheld his loved--his dearly loved Nisida, seated "like an image of despair," motionless and still, as if all the energies of her haughty soul, all the powers of her strong mind had been suddenly paralyzed by the weight of misfortune! Wagner stood gazing--unable to utter another word beyond that one ejaculation of mingled rage and grief--gazing--gazing, himself a kindred image of despair, upon this mysterious and unaccountable scene. But gradually the interior of the cabin grew more and more indistinct, until it was again completely shut in by the black side of the harbor--her dark hull disappearing by degrees, and melting away in the distance. Wagner dashed his open palm against his forehead, exclaiming, "Oh! Nisida--Nisida! who hath torn thee from me!" And he threw himself upon a seat, where he remained absorbed in a painful reverie, with his face buried in his hands--totally unmindful of the presence of the demon. Two or three minutes passed--during which Fernand was deliberating within himself whether he were the sport of a wild and fanciful vision, or whether he had actually received a warning of the fate which hung over Nisida.