The lungs of the lawyeress had been exerted until her voice had broken and sunk into a hoarse whisper. “Louder!” “Louder!” “Louder!” came the cries from every part of the court-room. “Order!” “Order!” “Order!” rung out the echo. The court put on all its dignity, and looked very portentous; the constables exerted themselves manfully (womanfully;) the lawyeress raised a last screech, and the crowd hissed and groaned.
“Carry her out! carry her out! she has swooned!” shouted several voices; and an old seaman at my elbow, gave, with a round oath, his opinion that it was “only a woman’s trick to steer clear of the breakers.” He added a grumbling word or two about the doings of a certain captainess in a late storm; but at this moment I caught a glimpse of the face of the lady-lawyer as she was borne past me; I started with surprise, and awoke. That I should have such a vision of my cousin “ ’Bel!” Well,
“If it comes three times, I thought, I’ll take it for a sign.” Oh! if it should!
“ARE THEY NOT ALL MINISTERING SPIRITS?”
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BY S. DRYDEN PHELPS.
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’Tis sweet to think that spirits pure and holy,
Are often hovering round the pilgrim here,