Front Matter
 Half Title
 Title Page
 The warning voice
 The revel
 The everlasting morning

Title: The revellers, an allegory
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Title: The revellers, an allegory
Physical Description: 94 p. : ; 16 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Monro, Edward A., 1815-1866
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Publisher: General Prot. Episcopal S.S. Union
Place of Publication: New York
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Publication Date: 1851, c1849
Copyright Date: 1849
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Christian life -- Juvenile fiction   ( lcsh )
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Statement of Responsibility: by the Rev. Edward A. Monro.
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Table of Contents
    Front Matter
        Front Matter 1
        Front Matter 2
    Half Title
        Half Title
    Title Page
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    The warning voice
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    The revel
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ENTrInD c g to Act of Congress, in the year 1849, by
JoiH W. MrrTCELL, (as TRzASU TRB of the General Protestant
Episcopal Sunday School Union) in the Office of the Clerk of the
United States District Court for the Southern District of New-
York. A


hbte Rttellers.


say unto all, Watch "

I THOUGHT I was walking through a
e valley on a summer's evening; it was
surrounded by hills, covered with the
most verdant and lovely slopes eye
ever rested on; woods of every tender
colour, and banks of flowers, which
fringed a delicious stream in the middle,
met my eye at every turn. The trees
were cut into glades green and grassy,
which were lost in the deep shadows


of the overhanging boughs. But I could
see nothing beyond. The blue sky was
on all sides set in the varied edges
of the summer foliage, like a fair pic-
ture in a vast frame.
At the end of this valley I saw a
stately palace, surrounded with tall pil-
lars and snowy porticoes, on which the
full red rays of the declining sun were
falling in all their lustre; flights of
steps, the tops of which were lost in
wandering flowers and shrubs, here and
there met my eye, and far above the
stately boughs of the trees rose the
upper part of the building. When I
first entered this beautiful valley, it was
* sleeping in the most soft and gentle
light which summer's evening could
shed on tree, and leaf, and mossy bank,
and purple hill. I was so delighted
with its beauty, that I lingered continu-


ally along the windings of the blue
river, which wound its way through
sandy shores and bushy slopes, while
on its glassy surface the boughs of a
hundred trees, far and near, were
painted in every hue which the sun of
summer could shed upon it.
The air was still, and strange bright
birds spread their soft wings along the
sky, while others shot with arrowy
flight along the verdant branches; in-
sects mused with jewelled wings around
heads of flowers, which stood in wild
succession along the river's bank, as if
they were lingering to listen to the
music of the stream. Far up the val-
ley the tall snow-white pillars of the
palace were reflected in the rivdr's
face, and the roses which hung in luxu-
riant clusters around them, were painted
in scarlet stars upon the clear surface.



But as yet in this valley I saw no
human being, and I wondered a place
so lovely could be for the enjoyment
of insects, whose life is" but till evening,
and the arrowy flight of the glittering
While I was thinking this, an old
man, exceeding reverend, with his hair
as white as the mountain snow, and
the weight of eighty years upon his
furrowed brow, with his hand leaning
on a staff, and his pilgrim's dress drawn
loosely round him, came forward from
the wood toward the river, and having
gazed for a few moments at the wan-
dering water, in an attitude of deep
meditation, he turned, with a sigh, to-
wards a stone under the shadow of the
trees, and sat down, with his head lean-
ing on his staff. I drew towards him.
He looked up as I approached, and


seemed about to rise, but I motioned to
him that he should not, and spoke to
"Sir," said I, "can you tell me
aught as to this secluded valley and
yon fair palace? It surprises me that
so lovely a spot should remain so se-
The old man paused a moment, time
enough for me to admire his calm eye
and chastened expression.--
"Your question is hard to answer at
a word; may be, if you will be con-
tent to linger here with me a few hours,
till yonder sun has gone down, you will
judge better as to your question than
you would from word of mine."
I thanked him, and told him I was
a pilgrim, with but little to hurry me,
and would gladly accept his offer; and
accordingly sat me down by his side.


The old man said, "In brief, I would
tell you that this valley is called the
Valley of Life, and yonder fair palace
is called the Temple of the World,
and belongs to the Lord of Life, who
owns this whole domain. A Revel will
be there to-night, for the Lord is away,
but he will return before morning to
this valley, though at what hour it is
uncertain; it may be at midnight, or at
the first cry of the early bird, or in
the morning; and when he comes, those
who live in this valley are expected to
meet him, to go back with him to his
own country; and this valley will then
become a wilderness."
The old man sighed, and fixing his
eye on the wandering water, seemed
wrapped up in sad thoughts.
"And you?" asked I, with some



"And I am placed here by the Lord,
to warn his subjects to be on the watch
for his appearing."
But do they need it," said I, with
some surprise; "when the time is so
short before his arrival, and the reward
so high for those who watch ?"
It is even so," answered he, "as
your own eye will presently tell you;
indeed, this revel to-night runs great
risk for all concerned in it."
I was deeply struck with the old
man's words, and there was a silence,
when, on a sudden, voices struck on my
ear, and forth from the wood and under
the boughs which burnt with the eve-
ning light, two figures approached the
spot where we were standing.
One was of a youth, tall, and exceed-
ing beautiful, and on his arm leaned a
lady, whose graceful form scarce touched


the flowers she swept; each was dressed
in the purest white, and around the
lady's dark hair a wreath of the whitest
roses caught the flashes of the rosy
light; her dress was girt with pearls,
and her whole appearance betokened
one who was on her way to the revel
in the palace; her brow was haughty
in the extreme, and her manner showed
pride while the youth by her side
beamed with light and joyousness; his
eye was full of feeling and recklessness;
his hair hung in curls round his brow,
and the slight curl of his lip spoke
something of the pride of his compan-
ion; he, too, was clad in white, and
his dress bore the mark of an older
,age. Two greyhounds leashed leaped
lightly by his side, as the figures drew
towards the stream. They went past
the stone on which the old man was



sitting; but as they did so, I saw the
youth looked gaily up towards the mar-
ble palace, and laughed in his passion-
ate merriment; his very eye laughed
too, and so manly was his bearing, I
could not but look at him.
"See, Leila, see, yonder is the pal-
ace, and I think I can hear even now
the lordly music."
And at the instant a burst of dis-
tant music rolled out from the pillars
of marble, and was borne on the stream
of the wandering wave.
"Stop, revellers, stay a passing mo-
ment," said the old man, not rising
from his stone.
There was that in his voice which
seemed to compel the revellers to
stand, though the lady did not lift
her eyes from the ground, and seemed
ill to brook the delay.



"Young man, and you gay lady,
you are young and glad, and your
brows are as clear as your steps are
free, and your garments fair and white;
yet heed the advice of an old man!
The music of the revel already begins,
which will drown the sound of the
Lord's return. Oh, be warned in lime,
and remember the consequence of not
being ready when he appears! The
revel will be glad for the night, but
the day is at hand. Be warned in
time, and watch!"
The youth seemed struck with the
old man's words, and his laughing eye
looked a moment grave; he seemed to
"We thank you, old man, for your
words, they are meant kindly; but we
cannot linger, the evening wears away;
another time we may be more at leis-



ure to listen than now. Let us on,
Roland, the evening wears away." So
spoke Leila.
Roland's face was grave but a mo-
ment. *'Nay, Leila, let us hear what
the old man says; there may be some-
thing in it."
Leila looked proud and angry, and
her lips grew white as the roses in
her hair. "It is but the tale we have
heard so often of the Lord's return.--
Art thou mad, young Roland ?"
The youth laughed merrily as he
was led away.
Farewell, old man, we thank you
for your words; I will bear them in
mind, and speak with you again at a
more convenient time."
They passed on; and the old man
sighed as he gazed on the stream.
'A more convenient time!' poor



reveller! the day is at hand; and lit-
tle think you when your Lord will

But he had scarcely time to follow
up the train of his sad thoughts, when
new voices broke out from the wood.
A group of children now approached,
merrily talking; they too were crowned
with white lilies, and clad in snow-
white garments; light sandals kept their
feet from the grass, and the gladness
of childhood dawned in their eyes.-
They too were revellers.
"Now, Adah, now do make haste;
the music has begun, and you will
linger to pluck more lilies."
"Oh, I must; do, do look, Una!
shall I not look beautiful at the feast



And the little girl wound more lilies
round her laughing brow, and sat down
on the grass.
Oh, Adah, how tiresome it is; do
come on; the music is sounding high,
and the evening sun sinks; do come;
I shall not wait."
But Adah still sat laughing, while
Una walked on, and the rest around
"Una, see, there is an old man sit-
ting on yonder stone; how grey his
hair is, and how calm he looks; I
should like to speak to him," said a
boy of the party.
"Oh, now don't, Florizel," said Una;
"our time is so short, and we shall be
late. Adah there is so provoking, she
will not move, and I do so long to be
at the feast."
Oh, Una's as proud of her lilies,'



said Camillo, "as if she was the only
one crowned to-night. She will not
lose a moment's admiration."
"Now, I'm sure it is not so, Ca-
millo; you are always unkind to me,'
said Una, colouring up.
The children now drew near the
stone where we were sitting.
Whither away, my children ?" said
the old man, "you are fairly and gaily
"To the revel, sir," said Florizel,
stopping, and with his hands behind
him, and his white sandalled feet on
the grass, looking thoughtfully at the
old man.
"Florizel, do come on," said Una,
"we shall never be there;" and she
held up her hand to hide the blaze
of sunlight from her eyes as she gazed
towards the marble palace.



Camillo laughed.
"My children," said the old man,
"will you take an old man's warning?"
"Oh, dear, hark to the music," cried
"I should like to hear it, sir," said
"I am placed here to tell you that
the Lord will be here by the morn-
ing light, and if you are not ready
to meet him, you will meet a woeful
"How shall I know when he comes?"
said the child, still standing thoughtfully.
By watching for his footfall on the
"But the music will drown the
"Doubtless," said the old man; "but,
my fair child, it is of that I would
warn you."



"Well, good-bye," said Una angrily,
"I shall go alone."
"Oh, Florizel isn't coming to the
revel to-night; he has got something
better to do," cried Camillo, scoffingly.
"Yes, I am coming," said Florizel,
"in a moment;" but still he stood look-
ing at the old man.
"What's it all about?" cried the
merry voice of Adah, coming up; -
"what's it all about ?"
"Why, Florizel isn't going to the
revel, --that's what it is," said Camillo.
Not going to the revel ?" said Adah.
My little girl," said the old man,
addressing the lovely little one; "I was
but warning Florizel of the Lord's
Little Adah's laughing face grew
suddenly pale, and she drew close to
Florizel, and, having her arm on his



shoulder, gazed at the old man, while
the boy still stood with his hands be-
hind him.
"Only watch," said the old man.
"What are we to watch for, Flori-
zel," asked the little girl, simply looking
up in his face.
"For the coming of the Lord," said
he, not taking his eyes off the old man.
Adah looked perplexed.
Una's figure was moving away, and
her voice still complainingly called the
Florizel moved thoughtfully, thanking
the old man respectfully, and bending
his head, which was covered with his
golden hair.
Adah, too, turned away from the stone,
and forgot all, among the banks of
The sound of their voices had grad-



ually died away, when two youths
came down a glade towards the stone.
They were intent in deep conversation,
nd were plainly dressed for the feast.
They, too, were revellers.
The one was graver than the other,
and a slight sadness hung on his brow.
I was more attracted by his appear-
ance. He walked slowly, and leaned
on the other's shoulder.
The other was lighter of face and
form, and was earnestly persuading him
he walked with.
They came to the river's edge.
"Whither away, my children?" said
the old man, calmly fixing his grey eye
upon them, while I noticed he seemed
specially attracted towards him who
was the elder and sadder of the two.
To the revel, father," answered the
younger one; "and the music swells



already; we may not stay." And he
looked on his companion as if he dread-
ed the influence of the old man's words
upon him to make him linger.
"One moment, I have a short mes-
sage to give," said he.
"Oh, linger not, Theophilus," said the
younger one.
"I would hear his message," said
"Go on, Hubert; go to the revel; I
am in no humour for it to-night; I would
stay and hear the message. May be I
will follow. And now, grave sir, your
"My son, it is shortly told, though
yon young travellers would not listen
to it. It is, that my Lord will be here
ere morning break, and all who are not
ready for him, and expecting him, will
have a fearful doom."



Theophilus stood silently, and Hubert
strolled on alone.
"But how shall I know when he is
near ?" said Theophilus; "for I would
be ready."
"Thou must enter but charily into
the revel; else," said the old man, "its
music will drown your ears."
"The signs, sir ?" said Theophilus
"Are sounds on the hills, or footfalls
on the mountains," said the old man.
"And about what time may I expect
him?" continued Theophilus.
"It may be midnight, or at the cock-
crowing, or in the morning."
Theophilus bowed, and thanked the
old man for his words, and remained
standing silently.
I would be ready when he comes,"
said he; and turned away after Hubert.



"May all blessing go with thee, my
son," said the old man, looking on him.
"Well, Theophilus, and what had he
to say ?" asked Hubert.
Nay, Hubert, you only ask to scoff;
it is n!dless to ask."
"Nay, nay, Theophilus, say not so,"
said Hubert, "you speak harshly."
He bade me be ready for the Lord,
who may come any time this night."
"I would be ready, too," said Hubert;
"but I cannot forego the revel. What
will be the signs?"
"Very faint and uncertain, it seems,"
said Theophilus, looking up anxiously
towards the hills.
"Well, but enough to leave off in
time, I doubt not," said the other. "I
shall certainly join the revel while I
can, though I fully intend to be ready
as well as you."



"I am in doubt," said Theophilus ;
"I fear, Hubert, the noise of the music,
the flare of the lights, the merriment
of the gay, will hinder my hearing the
Lord's approach."
Well, well, Theophilus, do as you
will; but is it likely the Lord would
have placed the Palace in the valley
if we were not to enjoy it ?"
The two moved on towards the Pal-

I waited some little while by the
old man's side before any one ap-
proached again, while his eyes were fol-
lowing the retiring figures of the youths.
As their white folds disappeared be-
hind the last point of the path, he
sighed. "Yon fair youth," said he,
"may be ready for his Lord despite
the din around him. It is strange to



think how it will fare with many."

He had scarce ended, when a new
band of revellers swept round the river's
bank, and talking highly as they ap-
proached us, lingered on their track.
"Ha !" shouted one, a man who had
passed the middle age of life, of manly
form and sarcastic expression. Believe
me, that is pure nonsense. It is a tale*
to make women pale. This valley will
be, a hundred years hence, what it is
to-night. Come on, Urban, your doubts
are madness."
"Well, Dromio," said he whom he
addressed, "I cannot go on; I am in
doubt about every step I take, and I
feel that the Lord may arrive at any
moment." And the reveller put his
hand to his head with a look of bitter
anxiety, and pressed it to his brow.



His companions tried to drag him on,
but he refused still.
"Oh, if he will think of loitering,
and care for nothing but the coming
of the Lord, let him stay and wait for
him," said Dromio.
Urban always is hesitating and
doubtful. It is from no pleasure at see-
ing the Lord," said another, whom we
-will call Antoine; "for he just now said
be did not care for it; he felt nothing
but fear at his approach. How strange
he is!"
He is mad, I verily believe," said
the older traveller; "but I cannot wait
for him any longer; we shall be late
for the revel." And Dromio moved
quickly on towards the Palace, and his
several companions with him, except
Antoine; and he lingered to persuade
Urban. But I saw the youth stood



gazing in doubt on the passing stream,
and would come no further. His hand
was pressed on his brow; and his
vbole look was agonized and perplexed.
"Urban, do come on," said Antoine.
"How can I? You know at every
step I may meet him whose appear-
ance I fear."
"But it can do you no good -stand
here. At least come on to were yon
old man is sitting on th4 stone; he
may tell us something whicl may help
Urban suffered Antoine to lead him
on to the old man, who sat watching
the approach of the youthful revellers.
Sir," said Antoine, "would that you
could persuade my companion to pass
on to the revel. The time is short, and
the night waxes late; he has scruples;
may be you can remove them."



Fair youth," said the old man,
"what are the difficulties which press
upon your mind ?"
I feel, sir," said the youth, looking
down, "that I should not be passing on
to yon palace with the rest, but watch
for the Lord's coming; but I have no
desire to see him come,-in fact, would
rather shun it; but still I dare not.
Indeed, sir, if you will kindly help me,
you will aid my sad and doubting con-
Urban looked perplexed and anxious,
and keeping his hand on his lip, still
gazed on the passing stream.
Antoine impatiently walked on to-
wards the revel.




"Blessed are those servants, whom the LORD, when He cometh,
shall find watching; verily I say unto you, that He shall gird
Himself, and make them sit down to meat, and will come forth
and serve them. And if He shall come in the second watch, or
come in the third watch, and find them so, blessed are those
servants."-S. LuxK, xii., 37, 38.

THE music rolled high through the
stately hall of the marble palace; and
the hot, faint air was laden with odours,
which rose from a thousand flowers,
while on swept the stately bands of
revellers up flights of marble steps into
the pillared hall.
There they all were whom I had
seen before. Leila, with her haughty
brow and curled lip, and stately step,
proudly trod the long aisles formed by


the pillars. I saw her pass. The light
of a hundred lamps of silver beamed
on her brow; she seemed full of hap
piness and gaiety; still she preserved
that haughty look which scorned the
passing groups of revellers alike with
the old man's warning.
And Roland was there, not dancing,
but I saw him leaning against a pillar,
his laughing eyes full of light and joy.
He was talking with a group of youths
around him, who each seemed pleased
to have a word from one who thought
so well of himself.
Una danced with Florizel.
"Now come on quick, Florizel," said
the little girl, gaily, "I long to be up
with yonder group. My feet go with
the music tune -I hate to be behind.
Oh, isn't it a glorious sight ?" And her
lies danced against her childish face,



and she hurried her youthful companion
along the floor.
Hubert, too, was there; I saw him pass
along with the joyous band; the light
of many lamps beamed on their youth-
ful faces, and their still fresh flowers.
The perfumed air was laden with
scents, and the tall pillars of the stately
hall seemed like an avenue of marble,
which led out down flights of steps to
hills which slept in purple night at the
other end.
I noticed there were two or three
figures, which lingered outside the build-
ing. They were walking down different
paths of the garden.
One was standing alone by a lake,
on whose clear surface the stars were
reflected; his finger was on his lip,
and his face anxious; he was not look-,
ing towards the hills.



What are you doing, Urban ?" cried
the voice of Antoine, who, clad in his
bright dress, had rushed out of the hall
to see where his companion was, Why
cannot you join the dance like the rest?
There is no use in standing here any-
how; the Lord will not appear from the
Urban gave no answer.
"Antoine," said he, after a pause, "I
can't come, I hate the revels."
"Oh, I thought," said the other, "it
was that you were looking for the
"Well, did I say I was not ?" ans-
wered he, anxiously.
No, but I thought that was the rea-
6n you were staying here."
"I wish it were," said Urban, with a
"Well, you're beyond me," said An



toine, turning round his richly-plumed
cap in his hand, from which the lilies
were dropping, one by one. "I sup-
pose," continued he, "you mean you
hate revelling, for fear of not hearing
the Lord's step."
I never said so," replied Urban.
"But you must have some pleasure
in return for your giving up the gaiety;
either be a watcher or a reveller."
"I have no pleasure," said Urban,
bitterly, groaning and pressing his finger
on his lip.
"Well, I must go," said Antoine;
Urban made no answer, and An-
toine's white and gaily dressed figure
swept swiftly over the green sward to-
wards the pillared hall.
Against a pillar outside, I saw Theo-
philuq, leaning and gazing towards the
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hills; he was intently looking at iome-
thing; and, by degrees, he left his re-
clining posture, and stood upright.
What are you looking at ?" said a
gentle voice near him. Pm tired, of
dancing; I think I'll stand by you,
Theophilus. Do tell me what you are
looking at so."
"I hear something, Adah," said he.
Hear something ? Hear what ? -
there's noise enough with the music,
Nay, but something above that."
"You frighten me, Theophilus," said
the little timid girl, as with her gar-
lands half-faded, and her long curls all
dishevelled with the white lilies hanging
to' them, she drew close to him.
Hark!" said Theophilus.
Adah listened; and there was a
sound-a very distant, faint sound--



over the far hills, where the twilight
still fluttered.
"What is it?" said Adah, looking up
in his face.
"It is like chariot-wheels," said The-
ophilus, very thoughtfully.
Will the King come in a chariot ?"
asked Adah, turning very pale.
I have heard so," said the youth;
"but the sound dies away and returns
again, like a wave of the sea."
And he still kept his eye fixed on
the twilight, so that he imagined the
very light grew stronger.
The sound of the music, the shouts
of the revellers, the pillared halls, the
hot scented air, had passed away like
a dream, and he was lost to all but the
sound on the hills.
What shall we do ?" said Adah.
"I think we will seek the old man



at the head of the valley; he will tell
us best," said Theophilus.
"Yes, yes, let us go," said the lovely
little girl, clinging to Theophilus' arm.
And they two passed swiftly down the
garden path.
"Whither away so fast ?" said Hu-
bert's voice, calling after them from
behind, and following his word with an
action, he darted after them.
Theophilus stopped a moment. "Hu-
bert, there is a sound in the mountains;
the King is at hand."
If a thunderbolt had fallen at his feet,
Hubert could not have been more
startled. He turned deadly pale, and
seemed riveted to the ground. Another
mofient, and he darted back to the
revellers. The music was swelling at
its highest pitch; the dancers were
swiftly passing down the stately hall;



the young and beautiful were glowing
with the radiant lamps, and the scent
of fading flowers hung heavily on the
Hubert rushed in, pale and trembling,
and breathless; he raised his voice to
its highest pitch. "There is a sound
on the hills, the King is at hand."
It is impossible for words to tell the
effect of the boy's words. A thrill of
sudden terror passed through the whole
band of revellers; in an instant each
eye was turned on Hubert, who, shud-
dering with fear, with his face turned
to the open air, gazed on the moun-
tains, yet visible in the twilight.
The music, in a moment, was still;
the dance stopped, as if by magic; the
gay and laughing faces were filled with
feelings of terror.
The garlands of half-fading flowers



were flung on the ground, and trodden
under foot, as the trembling crowd
pressed round Hubert, to hear his awful
"I said he was coming; I said we
should never have come. I said so,"
cried Florizel, in agony, as he threw his
arms round Una, who clung in an agony
of terror to his skirt.
Oh dear, dear Florizel, where shall
we fly? I am so frightened; away,
away with these vile flowers; I hate
them all." And little Una tore her
lilies from her brow, and crushed them
under foot.
"It was all your fault, Camillo," said
Florizel to the boy, who stood like one
bewildered, gazing in the distance.
Well, well, Florizel, it's of no use
saying so now; I certainly thought--"
"You thought what?" said Una.



"Only that the King would not come
till morning."
Well, but the old man said he might
come any time."
Well, well, don't lay the blame on
me," said Camillo. Let us down to
the old man, and find out what we
can do to make amends."
"Oh no, no! I wouldn't go out for
worlds !" cried Una, "to hear the sound.
Oh dear, I wish the music would go
on. I wonder where Adah is."
Nothing could exceed the terror of
the whole band of revellers; but they
received the news in various ways,
though it was plain all were terrified.
I noticed Leila; her face was very
pale, and the curl of her proud lip
was still there, though her eye was very
anxious, as she leaned on Roland for



"I have done nothing to anger the
King," said Leila, with an effort to
speak with composure. "He made this
place for our enjoyment; and though
we were bid to be at our work when
he came, who could tell the moment
of his coming ? It is unreasonable he
should be angry at our enjoying what
he has placed in our way. Why do
you not speak, Roland ?" said she, cast-
ing her haughty eye up to her com-
panion's face. She plainly gained con-
fidence from the confident tone she as-
Roland's sparkling eye was quenched
of much of its lustre, and his fresh
beaming face looked pale under the
lamp, which shed its ray over his head.
"Indeed, Leila, I feel anxious; I would
we had listened to the old man's



Well, then, let us go to him," said
she, "he yet may give us advice how
to act; it may not be too late even
It was strange to see Leila's altered
tone, how little charm the sound of the
music had for her, and how little she
cared for the dance.
All was terror and confusion; the
extinguished lamps lay scattered on the
ground, leaving little but the light of
the moon to shine on the faces of the
I could not help noticing Urban, who,
amid all the confusion, alone seemed
undismayed; his anxious face looked as
anxious as ever; but he seemed as
much perplexed as before, and even the
near approach of the King did not alter
his feeling.
"I do not feel it; I do not really



care for it," said he to himself: "would
that I did."
Theophilus, by this time, had reached
the old man, who still sat with his
staff in his hand at the head of the
valley. He looked as calm as ever, with
his hand, as usual, on his staff. Theo-
philus threw himself on his knees before
him. "Sir," said he, "the Lord is at
hand; all is confusion yonder among the
revellers; I came down to know what I
should do."
"It is even as I said," said the old
man. It is even so; I knew he would
come and none expect him. And is it
so ? and has my Lord come? and shall
I at last go home, and be released
from my painful watching?" And the
old man rose from his seat, and turn-
ing his almost sightless eyes towards the
hills, he leaned on his staff, and an ex-



pression of such peace and joy passed
over his placid brow, as I have seen on
the face of one who is near a long-
expected and happy release.
"But tell me, pray tell me, sir, what
I shall do," said Theophilus, very earn-
Oh, do, do," cried the frightened
little one, who stood clinging to him,
"do, do tell us what to do."
"Is all ready? are your garments
stained with the revel ? Go back to the
palace; stand at the door, and be ready
to open it when your Lord knocks.
Blessed, for ever blessed will he be
who is found watching."
Theophilus waited no longer, but re-
turned quickly to the scene of the late
What was the surprise of Theophilus
on his return to find the whole changed,



the terrified revellers were all returning
to their places in the vast and beautiful
palace; the lamps were again blazing
in the lofty roof, and the flowers were
being again hung around the marble
pillars. The look of terror and dismay
which had filled every face was flown,
and each was beginning to assume his
accustomed expression.
"Why is this change ?" said Theo-
philus to Hubert.
"Why ?" said Hubert, somewhat hesi-
tatingly, "why, because the sound on
the hills has all turned out to be a false
alarm; and the King is, after all, not
at hand at all."
"How know you that?" continued
the first speaker, anxiously looking to-
wards the mountains.
"Because," said the other, "the sound
has ceased, and messengers have come



m from the country, saying, that such
sounds have been frequent; and are
easy to be accounted for by certain falls
of rock amid *he caverns of the hills."
This did not satisfy Theophilus, he
still looked anxious.
There goes Una in the dance
again," cried Adah, letting go the arm
of. Theophilus; "I will go and join
her; do not look so grave, Theophilus,
there is no need for fear now; good
bye, I will return in a moment."
Stay, stay, light one," said he, taking
her arm, "remember the old man's
word, to be ready at the door."
Well, well; and so I will," said she.
"It is clear the King is not near yet,
and I shall be back in time. Oh, see
how Una threads the merry dance;"
and Adah burst from him.
"Well, what think you ?" said Hubert.



That the Lord is at hand," said
the other, "and that the alarm was
"But the alarm is false," said Hu-
bert; "it is found so, it is easily ac-
counted for."
"I see nothing in that," said Theo-
philus; "the King may choose things
easily accounted for as the heralds of
his coming."
But it seems hard," said the other,
"that we may not enjoy the time while
we may."
"Hubert, you know we must be
watching, and ready with our lamps
trimmed, and garments unspotted, and
our staves in our hands, when the Lord
comes; and who, of all yon mad revel-
lers, think you, can be like that in a
moment, if he appears ?"
Hubert was thoughtful; "You are



right, Theophilus; but what shall we
do ?"
t"I shall wait near the door," said
he, "so that the sound of the mirth
within may not drown the sound of
my Lord's approach."
And I will take my stand by you,"
said Hubert; "you are right, my kind
friend; oh, can we not warn those
within of their danger ? At least Adah
will be persuaded to keep watch with
us; I will go and ask her."
Hubert darted in through the marble
pillars after Adah, whose childlike figure
was threading gladly and merrily the
mazes of the dance.
Theophilus, taking up his staff, and
adjusting his garment around him, with
his lamp burning in his hand, moved
to the outer door of the palace, which
opened out to the hills of the east.




On his* way he found Urban, who was
still standing where he had been; his
face was perplexed, and he was closely
examining his little lamp, which he held
in his hand, the faint pure flame of
which burnt clearly; his staff lay against
a tree by his side.
Urban," cried Theophilus, "I am
going to take my place by the door
to watch, for I reckon the sounds but
now were signs of our Lord's ap-
Are you ?" said the other, with a
Come with me," said Theophilus.
"I dare not," answered Urban, "with-
out my lamp being trimmed."
It is both trimmed and burning,"
said the other, "what would you wish
more ?"
"I do not see it," said Urban, looking



at his lamp, "my garment is stained,
my staff is gone."
It is behind you," said the other;
"good would it be for many of yon
revellers, if they were as well prepared
for the Lord's approach as you."
"Oh, Theophilus," said the poor
youth, placing his hand on the other's
arm, and looking up in his face with
a look of keen sorrow and anguish,
"I am not ready; I have tried to be
ready this long time, you don't know
how bitterly; but, after all, it is im-
He said it with an expression of deep
determined sorrow, and looked up so
piteously in the other's face, that The-
ophilus knew not what to answer. It
was time for him to go, and with a
sad heart he left Urban standing where
he was.




The hours of the night were at their
deepest; at the end of the long hall,
where the revellers still continued their
dance, one figure might be seen; it was
of a youth standing within the door;
his little lamp, which was burning, shone
clearly on the part of the room where
he was, and which the other lamps did
not eclipse. On the door itself was
cast the shadow of Theophilus, which
stood out in keen outline against the
light. His face was somewhat turned
towards the door, and was bent in the
posture of one who listens for a sound
outside. His white garment shone in
the lamplight, and his staff was in his
There was no one near him; Theo-
philus stood alone.
"Look, look, Adah," said Camillo,
laying hold of the little girl's hand,



" do look at that Theophilus; did you
ever see any one look so like a fool,
watching while we are dancing?"
"Hush!" said Florizel, "don't talk
so; may be he's safer than we are."
And the group of children drew to-
wards a pillar not far from the watcher.
Adah was silent.
Una laughed, and looked up in Ca-
millo's face.
If he's right," said Adah, "why
shouldn't we go and watch by him,
Florizel ?"
I think I will," said the boy,
"If you will, I will too," said Adah,
taking hold of her brother's arm.
Camillo burst into a loud laugh.
"Why, Florizel, are you gone mad?
what are you afraid of?"
"Of the Lord's coming suddenly,"



said the boy, trimming his little lamp,
which had hung by his side; "come,
Oh, Adah, Adah," cried the voice
of Hubert, "I have been looking for
you everywhere; Theophilus wants you
by yonder door."
"Oh, she's going already, and Flo-
rizel too, to watch all night with him,"
said Camillo, still laughing. "Hubert,
you're not silly enough to take fright
at all these alarms."
"Young man," said a voice from be-
hind, approaching Hubert, '"I have
been seeking you some while; we need
your company at the banquet, for which
all are summoned. The lady will not
go unless you attend us. Leila like
you, Hubert, for your gay and gallant
bearing," said Roland, smiling, and giv-
ing Hubert a look which it would have



been hard for any youth like him to
I was going another way," said
Hubert, with great embarrassment.
Oh, Hubert was going to spend the
night with yonder Theophilus, at the
door," said Camillo, with the same pro-
voking sneer he had put on before.
Roland took no notice of the boy's
remark, but again pressed Hubert.
"I fear I cannot come with you;
at least let me go, and I will return
to you presently."
"Why?" said Roland, still holding
him, indeed you must come; Leila
waits, and you know she seldom cares
to wait for any one."
Hubert let himself be drawn away.
Go, Adah," said he, to the little
girl, "go to Theophilus, and tell him
I will come presently; meantime do



you join him; he is expecting you."
The simple Florizel had been per-
plexed at all that was passing, and
seeing Hubert move away, he seemed
in doubt what to do himself.
"Oh, come with me, Florizel," said
Adah; "come with me; indeed I feel
sure there is no time to lose."
And the two children set off towards
the watching figure at the door.
The banquet was brilliant as the
dance had been; delicious fruits were
heaped up in rich profusion, green, and
purple, and golden coloured, piled on
vases of snow brought from the hills;
wine sparkled in cool goblets of silver
fretted with gems; tall crystal vases
held flowers, which drooped with the
weight of their own blossoms, and
seemed to lie on the hot air, filling it
in return with perfume.



Lamps of every colour hung around,
and shed their red and radiant light
on the vine clusters, which seemed
bursting with ripeness and odorous
At the banquet sat Leila, and Hubert
on one side of her. The same proud
curl was on her lip, though her face
was exceeding pale, and vied in white-
ness with the lilies which crowned her
hair. She smiled on Hubert, and Hu-
bert forgot Theophilus.
If the poor youth had looked, he
might have seen a cold look of triumph,
which was on Roland's beautiful but
heartless face, as he saw his poor vic-
tim ensnared.
"The table is not full," said An-
"There are some few who are still
persuaded the King will come on a.



sudden," said Roland, frowning, "and
are watching. I should have thought
the silly alarm of an hour ago would
have put an end to such folly."
"Were you alarmed like the rest,
Hubert?" said he.
Hubert coloured up, and said he had
"I felt no fear," said Leila, proudly;
"one was obliged to join the crowd in
the confusion, but I felt no fear; I know
the talking of his coming is but a
dream and an idle tale."
There was something so cold in this
assertion, that Hubert started. How,
do you not think he will come?" said
"No, indeed," said Leila, "I firmly
believe not; they say there have been
so many alarms, and all come to no-



"But if he were to come-" saMi
Hubert, who could not quite so easily
put away the idea of his approach.
"Well," said Leila, "I have nothing
to fear; I am but enjoying the things
he has left me to enjoy."
"But," answered Hubert, "surely we
must have our lamps trimmed and
burning, and our staff ready."
," h, I have little faith in that being
needful; why should it be ? How can
such trifles affect the King?" And
Leila drank of the purple wine, and
Hubert drank of it too.
And Roland drank of the wine, and
all the revellers were filled with the
heating juice of the grape.
The door of the room was suddenly
burst open, and a number of figures
broke in in wild confusion, their faces
betokening terror and dismay. The



King, the King !" cried all the voices
together, "he is close at hand."
The terror of the servants was so
extreme, they could scarce express its
.cause. In a moment the whole room
was a scene of alarm; wine cups over-
turned, rolled on the ground, delicious
fruits lay crushed beneath the feet of
the terrified guests, and purple wine
tinged the heaps of mountain snow
with spots like blood.
Hubert turned pale as death, and
caught hold on Leila's dress. He gazed
through the open doors, and down the
long hall; in the far distance he could
see the stately form of Theophilus,
standing quietly with his lamp, and his
shadow cast on the doorway. There
were a few other figures by him, though
Hubert could scarcely discern who.
When the terrified servants could



recover themselves, they spoke, "The
King, the Lord is at hand! he is at
the door, and his awful messengers are
already upon us."
"Who,-what messengers?" said Ro-
land, trying to assume a calmness he
did not feel.
"There, there !" cried the men, point-
ing to the open air, which they saw
through the pillars.
"I see nothing," said Roland.
At this moment a bitter scream burst
from the outside, and Una rushed in
and seized hold of Hubert, heeding no
one in her way.
Hubert, dear Hubert, save me! oh,
save me!"
"I can't save you, Una," said Hu-
bert, most bitterly, his voice faltering
with terror.
Pale as death, Camillo followed Una



and both clung to Hubert's side.
"Oh, Adah, happy Adah, what would
I give had I gone to watch by you!"
cried Camillo.
"Hubert, Hubert! save me, oh, save
me! see, see!" was her bitter cry, as
she buried her face in her dress.
At this moment, figures tall and awful
appeared in the distance of the long
room without. They stepped in from
the open air within the pillars; they
bore books in one hand, sealed up, and
arrows fastened in bows, in the other.
They were exceeding terrible to look
at, and they moved straight forward.
And as they came, there was like
the crackling of fire before them, though
those within saw nought; a light like
a flame shone behind them, and all the
flowers in the garden through which
they passed had withered up; the lilies


on the dresses of the guests faded at
sight of them; as they advanced there
were distinct sounds like chariots driv-
ing over mountains. They marched on
and never broke their ranks. Their
appearance was indeed very terrible,
and there was no sound from their
Roland caught up a javelin from the
wall, and hurled it at the advancing
band. The javelin flew through the air
and pierced the foremost one; but
though it passed through him, it left no
wound. But they all still came on. At
sight of them the revellers became pale
and still, and no sound was heard but
of the deep and heavy breathing and
choking sighs.
Little Una kept her face hid in
Hubert's bosom.
On came the terrible ones, and at



length they drew the bows which each
carried, and a winged arrow flew from
each, which divided the air as it pas-
sed. Some quivered in the hall over
the heads of the revellers; some struck
the purple fruit; and wherever they
fell, it seemed as if all which came in
contact with them withered and droop-
ed. One arrow struck Roland, and
pierced his breast, as he was in the act
of laughing at Leila's pale and fright-
ened face; he fell back, without a sigh,
to the ground, and heaved his last
breath without a word. A cry of terror
burst from the affrighted revellers, as
each seemed to think his own end was
at hand.
Then the swift messengers suddenly
stopped, and delivered their message,
that "The Lord was at hand," and re-
tired as rapidly as they had come.



For a few moments all the company
were as alarmed and frightened as they
had been at first, and I thought that
now, at least, they would prepare for
the coming of the King. I turned to
look at Theophilus. It seemed he had
heard the tumult, and was considering
of the cause; but he did not move
from his post, and little Adah had come
nearer to him, and kept her eye anx-
iously on the door from which they
expected their Lord. I was surprised
they were so little disturbed at the
passage of those terrible ones.

A short time had passed away, and
the scene was changed; the revellers
had resumed their places, and the music
was once more beginning to swell along
the pillared hall. Leila was again



crowned with lilies, and all seemed to
have forgotten Roland's death, and his
pale form, which lay pierced with the
Hubert I saw leaning against a pil-
lar, with his face full of deep per-
plexity; the great terror which had
seized it was gone, but he seemed in
doubt; he gazed now on the giddy
dance which shot past him; then at
the door at the far end, where Theo-
philus still watched.
The latter saw him; "Come, Hu-
bert," said he, "watch with me, the
time grows short; the morning increa-
ses; twice have I heard the cock crow;
the lamps have already a faded light,
by reason of the advancing day; the
Lord must be here presently; do watch
with me."
"I think I will, Theophilus; I am



weary of thp gaiety; but is there time
for me to do it? I cannot get myself
ready in a moment; I am all dishev-
elled," said Hubert, anxiously..
"Come, Hubert, come !" cried Leila's
voice, "what stand you gazing at?
The dance is merry and gay; do you
fear the messengers? they have gone
far away over the hills; the morning
lingers ; come, Hubert, come."
"I fear the coming of the King,"
said Hubert; "and he must be at hand,
for the cock has crowed twice, and the
morning breaks on the mountain."
"Foolish boy," cried the reveller,
"hast thou not learnt yet how empty
and vain these warnings are? the King
is far as ever. But one more merry
dance, and then we'll watch."
Hubert lingered.
"Haste, Hubert, haste," said Theo-



philus, earnestly, "and trims your lamp;
every moment is precious; the Lord
said he would come suddenly and se-
cretly, and he must now be near at
"Well, Hubert, I cannot wait," cried
Leila, on the other side; "I shall lose
the gayest part of all. I have gazed
through the open pillars, and see no
signs of his approach, and the sky is
dark and still, and not a figure remains
on the mountain. Come, Hubert, come."
But Hubert still leaned against the
pillar, and looked anxious as ever.
While this was going on, I noticed
that Florizel had crept up to Adah's
side, and hiding himself in her shadow,
seemed anxious to watch with her.
"Adah, show me how to watch,"
said the boy, anxiously; "I want to
watch with you."



"You mu* trim your lamp, Florizel,
and make it burn, if you would be
"I have trimmed my lamp, and lit
it, too; but it will not burn brightly;
there is scarcely a little flame."
May be some of the wine-drops of
the revel have mixed with it."
And Florizel drew from the door to
trim and cleanse his lamp.
I looked again, and a larger circle
had gathered round the door. Theo-
philus still stood close to it, and little
Adah by his side. Her face was calm
and tranquil, and she was looking on
the closed door with an earnest gaze.
The eyes of Theophilus were bent
on the same point, in calm, deep at-
tention; his lamp burnt in his hand,
and cast his shadow on the door itself;
it was of one waiting and watching in



deep attention; he was heedless of what
passed in the end of the room of revel-
lers; it seemed indifferent to him. A
little further, in the shade, stood Hubert;
he had still hanging round him the
dress of the reveller, not the watcher;
but his brow looked anxious, and he
turned now to Theophilus, now to the
parties who were again gathering in to
the dance at the far end of the room,
gay and merry as if nothing had hap-
pened; still there was an unreal, un-
easy appearance about them; they were
somewhat like sickly phantoms of a
dream, and the music which broke out
seemed forced and discordant, as if it
would not flow easily and sweetly.
Leila's voice called Hubert, but the
youth looked anxious, and remained
where he was.
Camillo was gone after the merry-



makers. Florizel had followed him a
little way, but he soon returned; and,
coming up to Adah, spoke in a whisper,
"Adah, I think I shall watch with
you; I don't like Camillo."
"Do, do, Florizel," said she; "but,
oh, change your garment! your revel-
ler's dress will not do for the Lord to
Well, well, I will go and do so
"And see, see, Florizel, you have no
"No, I know, and no need; the lights
of the revel gleam bright enough."
"Yes, but Florizel," said the little
girl, "they will all go out when the
Lord is here; the revel lights will burn
no longer then."
"They bum bright enough now,"
said Florizel.



"Do go, Florizel," said the little girl
not taking her eyes off the door
"there is no time to lose."
Well, I will go," said the gay child
and he darted off among the pillars ol
the hall.
"Theophilus," said Hubert's voice
"What would you with me?" said
the quiet watcher.
"I'm frightened," said the hesitating
"At what? Why, if it be true that
the Lord is coming, we of the revel
will fare ill."
"There is no doubt of it," said
"Yes, but what shall I do? I can-
not, in a moment, change my attire;
fifty reasons prevent me; I shall be
laughed at. The Lord may not come,



and I shall lose much pleasure for no-
thing; I may go, and he may come
while I am gone, and then what shall
I do? Besides, I feel so disconsolate;
I do not know how to make up my
mind. You are happy, Theophilus;
you have long since fixed your plate,
and have no difficulties; but I have
thought of a hundred things short of
the end, and now my mind is per-
plexed, and I know not how to act."
Hubert moved away, and Theophilus
did not notice whither he went; he
had a work of watching to do, and he
would not look away.

Scarce half an hour had passed;
the sun's ruddy light was just glowing
on hill and valley, and the cock crew;
there were four figures at the door,



Theophilus and Adah, and Una and
Florizel; all were dressed in white,
and held their lamps in their hands,
which burnt clearly, and cast their
shadows on the wall; near them was
another figure, who seemed lingering
behind a pillar; still he was dressed
in the purest white, and held his lamp
burning in his hand; he was looking
down, gazing on his lamp, and an ex-
pression of deep anxiety was on his
face; he would not advance to the
door, and I noticed the marked differ-
ence there was between him and Theo-
philus; while, the former, at every sound,
seemed startled and anxious; the latter
looked calm and undisturbed, as one
who has set all in order.
The part of the hall where they
were was deeply still, not a sound
broke its quiet; while at the far end



there was still the shout of the revel-
ler, and the noise of the merry-maker,
though fainter and less boisterous, as
some had sunk down in sleep, and
were wrapped in deep forgetfulness.
The cock crew again, and there was
suddenly a sound without, which made
Una turn pale, and Florizel caught hold
of Adah's dress. The palace shook to
its foundation, and the echo of the
noise rolled on among the distant hills ;
still, in spite of this convulsion, the
sleepers never woke, and the revellers
did not put down their wine-cups; at
other alarms they had at once taken
fright, though only for a moment; but
this they seemed quite to disregard.
"See, see, Theophilus," cried Una;
see without the door; does the Lord
come ?"
He opened the door and gazed out,



but there was neither object nor sound;
the hills lay caln and still in the mist
of morning, and the sound without had
passed away.
"I am weary of watching," said
Florizel. "Methinks I shall go and rest,
as none seems to come, though we have
waited long."
"Stay, Florizel, stay," cried Theophi-
lus, you know not when He will
come; yon revellers are in wild peril;
would I knew where Hubert were. I
fear Camillo is gone past hope."
"I am tired, too," said Una. "Will
it be safe to rest, Theophilus ?"
At this moment a low footstep was
heard outside; soft and swift, and still.
There was a knock at the door, so
gentle that scarcely Theophilus heard
it; he opened it; and the Lord was



All was quiet as he entered. Hubert
walked among the pillars; his revel-
ler's dress torn and dishevelled, and his
face wan and pale. "I'm going," said
he, to Theophilus; "I'm going to put
on my attire, and to trim my lamp."
But it was too late; the Lord had
come, and was in the room, though
Hubert knew it not.
"I have slept long enough," said
Camillo, who had thrown himself down
to sleep amid the revellers; ("I will be
up and getting ready, morning has
broke; I must away ere the Lord
come. Fools are they who have watch-
ed through the night; I have revelled
and slept, and yet have awaked in time
before He comes."
But Camillo knew not it was too
late; for the Lord had come, and stood
in the hall, though he saw him not.



"Surely here is morning light," said
Leila, throwing down her dice, and
starting up from the couch on which
she had sat; "here is morning light,
and the Lord has not come; what folly
it was in those mad ones to give up all
their pleasure for so poor a chance;
He will never come. Revive the lamps
with fresh oil, for they burn dimly;
bring fresh wine and fruit, and close
out the morning light, and let us begin
again, for we will think it is night
But Leila knew not that the night
had already passed, and the morning
come; it was too late; the Lord had
come, and he stood in the hall, though
she knew it not.




*These shall go away into everlasting punishment: But the
righteous into Life eternal."

I WOKE and slept again. The beau-
tiful valley was beautiful as ever, fair
and lovely. The moon shone on it
when I saw it. I looked for the palace;
there was the place where it stood;
but it was a heap of ruins. I saw no
one there. I wandered on by the side
of the winding river; the tall trees
still played quietly with its soft waters,
and moths of evening mused in the
warm night air. The boughs hung in


deep shadows on the ground. I reached
the ruins; a wild rose scrambled over
a shattered pillar, which stood where
the entrance was, and its reflection
shone white and soft on the placid
water. Buried shafts and broken col-
umns caught my eye everywhere along
which the white moonlight siep* I
moved on among the mouldering re-
mains. The ruin was quiet as the
grave. Insects of night passed me in
their noiseless journey amid the -long,
tangled creepers.
I stopped to gaze; there was the
hall of the revellers; there Leila danced
and Hubert hesitated. There was the
door where Theophilus watched. While
I was musing, a slight movement start-
led me, and looking round, I saw sitting
on a broken stone, the old man I had
seen before. He looked older, and his



grey hair shone white in the moonlight,
as he sat resting his hands on his staff.
He seemed deep in thought. I ap-
proached him; the stir of some leaves
made him look up. He looked at me.
"The palace is in ruins, sir," said I,
bending my head as I spoke.
"In ruins," returned he, "yes, it is,
indeed;" and he again was silent.
"Can you tell me aught of them,
sir ?" continued I, anxious to learn
something of those I had been so in-
terested in.
Of whom ?" said he, fixing his calm
grey eye on me.
The revellers," I answered.
"Oh! of Theophilus, and Florizel.
Yes, they have passed away, all gone;
the revel is over;" and he uttered a
sigh; "I was thinking of them when
you came up, but I did not think



any one could be so interested in
them as I."
There was a pause, which I broke.--
6"I would hear how it fared with
them, if I may."
Theophilus is gone home, home,"
said the old man. "Blessed boy; he
was found 'watching;' and the old
man looked towards the hills, which
slept in the evening mist, and a tear,
more of joy than sorrow, seemed to
work its way down his cheek.
"Then the Lord came?" said I.
"Yes! he came at last. It was a
strange scene, and one of terror to
those who were not watching; terror
past description."
"Can you tell me aught of the dif-
ferent revellers who passed us in the
valley yonder ?" said I.
"I was outside, in the valley, at the



time," said he, "and as I gazed to-
wards the palace I heard the cries of
one in agony, and through the marble
pillars I saw men who bore out a form
like Leila's. The faded flowers of the
revel still hung in her hair, and her
dress, when brought to the light, ap-
peared covered with dark spots, rent
and stained.
"Her cries were very pitiful as they
took her away, certain terrible ones,
of a form most awful, and countenances
severe and stern.
She begged for another trial; but
they gave no heed to her cry. She
said she had not had time, and meant
to have left the revel in another hour.
But it was all too late; she called oA
the hills to hide her, but they slept
still in their everlasting silence, and
heeded her not. She cried to the pal-


ace to fall on her head, and crumble
to dust to form her tomb. But its
pillars remained as calm and motionless
as they were before.
"It was very piteous to hear her
call when there was none to answer,
and repent when it was too late. She
tore her flowers from her brow and
trod them under foot. I heard her say,
'Oh me! for a single night's revel I
am undone past hope!' ".
"Where did they take her ?" asked I.
"I did not see, sir," said he; "(some-
where among the dark mountains, but
my eye could not follow those swift
terrible ones. I watched them for some
way, and doubt not they left her in
the land of darkness and gloom, from
whence I have at times heard cries
of utter despair, borne on the wind
into this valley, and from whence, as I



have learned, there is no return."
The old man paused.
And Camillo," said I, "he who
scoffed ?"
"Ah," said he, "he scoffed no more.
His bitter smile of sarcasm was changed
into tears of remorse. They say he
hurried along the pillared hall to find
the way to where he had left his
wedding garment and his lamp; but
he could by no means find his way
out, though he well knew the hall.
Still it was all strange to him, and
whichever way he turned, the black-
est darkness fell on his path, and wild
hurrying winds blew out the revel lamp
he had caught up to light him; -
he retraced his steps over and over
again; but in vain, there was no way
Those who saw him, say the poor



boy continually returned to the place
from which he set out, with a face full
of despair, for each time he returned,
he knew he would be before the Lord;
' Oh, who will find me the way ?' cried
he, 'who will show me, only show me
the way, that I may find my lamp and
my wedding garment?'
There were many passing rapidly
to and fro, but no one heeded him;
they all had their own work to do,
and seemed to care nothing for him;
and then he would dart down the long
passages again, as one mad, but ever
returned to where he set out. They
say he knew well where he had left
his garment and his lamp, if he could
only find the way; it was too late.
No one heeded his despair. Some told
him he shoultiave done it before, and
rebuked hit iTor his iidiness.


"'I knew each path and pillar well
of this revel hall, but I can't find my
way now,' cried he.
At length the messengers of ven-
geance perceived him; his turn had
come, and though he strove to escape,
they overtook him, and bore him to the
same dark hills to which they bore
"It is exceeding terrible, sir," said I.
The old man was again still.
"And of Hubert," said I. "May I
know aught of Hubert's end ?"
I could not learn," said he; "there
was some mystery about it I could not
"And of the rest?" said I.
"Of the rest," said he, his eye bright-
ening with an intense joy, as he spoke,
"of the rest; oh, would that I could
find words to express how glorious


their end was! Theophilus, who was
found watching, and Adah, and Una,
and the others.
"I saw them, sir; I was standing
just below the beautiful palace, down
where yonder rose still tangles round
that shattered shaft.
"My mind was taken up, and deeply
occupied with the wild scene which
had just taken place, when my ear
caught the most lovely sound of music
and singing. I looked up, and as I
looked, the morning sun shone full and
glorious on the place. The events I
have described had taken some hours,
and forth from the pillared portico a
train set out; they were most lovely
to look at, passing lovely; so beautiful
that my old eyes were dazzled with
their lustre in such degree, that I was
compelled to look away awhile.



"The first who came out were the
bright and blessed messengers, clad in
raiment whiter than snow, and having
harps in their hands, over whose strings
their fingers passed, and struck out,
oh, such lovely music, as made the
tears come down these old and wither-
ed cheeks! The music floated along
through the valley, and along the brink
of the stream, till the very birds seemed
to stop to listen, and were lulled into
a trance. I have heard, sir, of beautiful
things, but I never saw the like be-
"The train of bright ones was so
long I thought there was no end to it,
and as they wound along, they disap-
peared amid the trees of the wood,
and were lost to sight, save that I
fancied, far beyond the trees of the
wood, I saw them issue forth again, a



long train of white and shining figures,
amid yonder hills.
Then came the happy band -the
watchers. Theophilus was first; I shall
never forget him; he was clad in ra-
diant white; his face was as an angel's
is; he was crowned, sir, with gold,
and had a palm branch in his hand;
he walked slowly through the pillared
hall, and his soul seemed filled with
the music and lovely scene.i
He seemed as one from whom all
sorrow had forever passed away; as
one who knew not sin any more; he
looked quite pure; he seemed as if he
was in perfect peace, in peace which
passed my understanding. I gazed on
him in wonder, and stood gazing till
my eye became dim, and I could see
him no more. There was such repose
in his calm eye, yet such rapture; it



seemed as if all earthly things had
passed away forever from him. I could
not have spoken to him if I wished it.
"As he moved along there were
heavenly voices, which seemed to spring
up softly all round from the wandering
water, from the golden trees, and from
the deep blue sky. 'Blessed is the
man whom the Lord when He cometh
shall find watching.' "
The old man paused.
"Indeed, sir," said I, "you have de-
scribed a lovely scene. It is wonderful
all do not watch, if such is the ex-
ceeding reward."
"It is, indeed," said he.
"What was the last you saw of
him ?"
"I fancied I saw the skirt of his
garment as he followed the long pro-
cession to the land beyond the hills.



But my attention was taken up with
the rest. Adah and Una followed him;
you remember them?"
Well; the little girls who lingered
by the stream."
"The same," said he. "They came
next, hand in hand, looking most child-
like and lovely. They, too, were crown-
ed with gold, and bore the palm-
branch in their hand; their faces seem-
ed full of light; their expression was
that of unsullied purity; their move-
ment was in perfect harmony; it seem-
ed to bear a relation to the sound of the
music. They did look so happy, as if
they never would weep again; they also
seemed taken up with scenes far away.
"I longed to follow them, and gaze
on what they were thinking of. As
they crossed the threshold all behind
them took up the words, 'Well done,


good and faithful servants, enter ye into
the joy of your Lord.' As they passed
along, their long white dresses swept
the ground in beautiful, but majestic
folds. When you came up, sir, I was
trying to retrace the spot where their
footsteps trod.
Florizel followed them; nothing
could exceed his joy; he did look so
lovely; like a young lamb in spring;
like a pure white rose just opened by
a still stream; like a pearl gleaming
in a ray of placid moonlight.
But of all, I saw none like Urban;
oh! how his anxious brow had changed!
You remember, sir, how anxious he
was, and how his brow knit. Well, it
was all gone, passed away forever.
That anxious look was changed for a
smile so serene, so placid, so full of
perfect peace, that I can scarce think



of it without weeping. He carried a
palm-branch in his hand, and seemed
unable to express the joy of his vic-
tory. Oh yes, doubt had passed into
certainty; anxiety into rest, uncertainty
into intense reality; it seemed as if
every moment he lived was too much
for him. As he crossed the threshold
I heard a voice say, 'Go in peace.'
"' Go in peace,' oh, blessed words!
What rapture will exceed that which
these words will fill us with? I waited
till I could see them no more; they
all had passed away, and the long
lines had entered the distant hills.
My attention was roused by a
sound, I knew not of what, and when
I looked again the palace lay in ruins,
as you see them now. So altered was
the scene, though I knew it so well, I
have found it hard to trace the thresh-


old their blessed feet crossed. It seem-
ed as if it had done its work; and as
soon as the last blessed one had pas-
sed out, it disappeared, and here I have
been ever since. It is hallowed ground
to me. Till my time come to go, too,
I do not wish to leave it. I love to
wander among its fragments, and its
wild wandering flowers.
"I fancy in the moonlight I still see
Theophilus, and Adah, and Florizel,
though the revel has passed away, and
the gay dress of the reveller no longer
sweeps through the hall. But there is
a far, far deeper feeling which still lin-
gers in its silent ruins, and a voice
which seems to say, 'those blessed
ones watched for their Lord, and being
found watching, have entered into his
joy.' "
The old man paused, he had told



his tale, and his heart seemed too full
to say more; he leaned his head again
on his staff; and fearing lest my pres-
ence might disturb him, I walked away.
I ever and anon looked at him as I
went, and saw his calm figure in the
moonlight. My own heart was full; I
longed to be like Theophilus; I deter-
mined that I, too, would watch.
It was sometime before I again visited
the lovely valley. It was one evening,
late, that I retraced my steps. The
ruins were still there, though quiet,
silent, deserted, and I wandered among
them, anxious to find some memorial of
the old man. It was long before I did.
At length, on a broken stone, I found
these words inscribed:
"I heard of Thee with the hearing oJ
the ear; but now mine eye secth Thee."


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