And drank the blessed waters, and they roll’d
Upon his cheeks like tears, but sadly cold!—
’Twas very strange to look on Agathè!
How the quick lightnings, in their elfin play,
Stream’d pale upon her features, and they were
Sickly, like tapers in a sepulchre!
(To be continued.)
THE DAUGHTERS OF DR. BYLES.
A SKETCH FROM REALITY.