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Son, and the Holy GhoSt,e and OH utterln6


these words, she few off through the heak-


ers, and over the huge stones-up-up-up


faster than ever huntsman ran into the


death-fearless as goat playing among the


precipices. No one doubted, no one could
doubt, but that she would soon be dashed to


pieces. But have not people who walk in


their sleep obedient to the mysterious guild


ance of dreams, clomb the walls of old ruins,


and found footing, even in decrepitude, along


the edge of the unguarded battlemeDts and


down dilapidated staircases, deep as draw


wells, or coal pits, and returned with open,


fixed, and unseeing eyes, unharu ed to their
beds at midnight 1t is all the work OF the


soul, to whom the body is slave; and shall


not the agony of mothers passion, who sees
| her babe, whose warm mouth had just LETT


her breast, hurried off by demon to hid


eous death, bear her limbs aloft wherever
there is dust to dust, till she reach that de-


vourng den, and fercer and more furious
far, in the passion of love, than any bird OF


prey that ever bathed its beak with bloed.


throttle the fends that with their heavy wings


would fain flap her down the cliffs, and


hold up her child in deliverance before the


eye of the All-Seeing God.


No stop-no stay-she knew not that she
drew her breath. Beneath her feet Provi-
QeDCe IdSIeneu every lOoSC oto''Ss anu W IVA


hands strengthened every root. How was


she ever to descend That fear, then, but


once crossed her heart, as up-up-to
the little image made of her own flesh and


blood.


! "The God who holds me now from perish


ing-will not the same God save me when
my child is on my bosomi" Down come the
| fierce rushing of the eagles wings-each sa-
wage bird dashing close to her head, SO that


she saw the yellow of their wrathful eyes.
Al at once they quaed and were cowed.
Yelling they few off to the stump of an ash
iutting out of a cliff. thousand feet above
the cataract, and the Christian mother fall
| ing across the eyrie. in the midst of bones


and blood, clasped her chid--dcad-dead---


dead--no doubt; but unmangled and untorns


and swaddled up just as it was when she lay


it down asleep among the fresh hay in q


nook of the harvest field. OH what pangs


of blessedness transhxed her heart from


that faint feeble cry-'It lves-it lives-it


lives .'-and barring her bosom with loud


laughter, and eyes dry as stones, she felt the
lips of the unconscious innocent once more


mnrmuring at the fount of life and love -


"Oh thou great and thou dreadful God whi~
Their hast thou brought me, one of the most
sinful of thy creatures? Oh, save my soul,
lest it perish, even for thy own names sake
Oh Thou, who diedst to save sinners, have


mercy upon me Cliffs, chasms, blocks of


stones, and the skeletons of old trees--far-


far down--and dwindled into specks, thou


sand creatures of her own kind, stationary,


running to and fro Was that the sound of


the waterfall, or the faint roar of voices -


Is that her native strath and that tuft of
trees, does it contain the hut in which stands


the cradle of her childi Never more shall
it be rocked bv her foot Here must she


diet and when her breast is exhausted, her
, baby too! And those horrid beaks, and eyes,


and talons, and wings, will return, and her


child will be devoured at last, even within
!, the dead bosom that can protect it no more!
t Where, all this while, was Mark Steuart,
the sailor? Half way up the cliffs. But his
eve had got dim, his head dizzy, and his
heart sick-and he, who haG SO often reef
, ed the gallant sail, when at midnight
the coming of the gale was heard afar. COW
cred his face with his hands, and dared look
: no longer on the swimming heights. And
who will take care of my poor bed ridden
e mother" thought Hannah, whose soul, thro'
. the exhaustion of SO many passions, could
f no more retain in its grasp that hope which
: it had clutched in despair. A voice whis-
( pered Cod She looked round, expecting
to see an angel, but nothing moved except
/ a rotten branch, that, under Its own weight,
S broke off from the crumbing rock. Her
0 eye, by some secret sympathy of her soul
- with the nanimate object, watched its tall;
3 and it seemed to stop, not far off, on plat
n form. Her child was bound within her bo'
n som--she remembered not how or when
e but it was safe; and scarcely daring to open


her eyes, she slid down the shelving rocks,
d and found herself on small piece of firm
= root bound soil, with the top of bushes ap-
: pearing below. With fingers suddenly
s strengthened into the power of iron, she
: swung herself down by briar and broom, and
heather, and dwarf birch. There, ioos--
! ened stone fell over ledge. and no sound
g was heard, so profound was its fall There,
/ the shngle ratified down the scrags, and she
It hesitated not to follow.--Her feet bounded
Is against the huge stone that stopped them,
;, but she felt no pain. Her body was calous
t as the cliff. Steep as the wall of the house
i. was now the side of the precipice. But it
* was matted with ivy, Centuries old--long age
II dead, and without a single green leaf; bu'
le with thousands of arm thick stems petrlftd
At into the rock, and covering it as with trel-
r lice. She bound her babe to her neck, apt
t. with hands and feet clung to that feartu
J. ladder. Turning round her head and looking
lie down, 10! the whole population of the par
- prpat was thet, nultttude--on fh hpi