theme! we will seek it in the stream of time as the sun set in the Tigris.”  As she spake these words she grasped the hand of Elfonzo, saying at the same time, “Peace and prosperity attend you, my hero:  be up and doing!” Closing her remarks with this expression, she walked slowly away, leaving Elfonzo astonished and amazed.  He ventured not to follow or detain her.  Here he stood alone, gazing at the stars; confounded as he was, here he stood.  The rippling stream rolled on at his feet.  Twilight had already begun to draw her sable mantle over the earth, and now and then the fiery smoke would ascend from the little town which lay spread out before him.  The citizens seemed to be full of life and good-humor; but poor Elfonzo saw not a brilliant scene.  No; his future life stood before him, stripped of the hopes that once adorned all his sanguine desires.  “Alas!” said he, “am I now Grief’s disappointed son at last.”  Ambulinia’s image rose before his fancy.  A mixture of ambition and greatness of soul moved upon his young heart, and encouraged him to bear all his crosses with the patience of a Job, notwithstanding he had to encounter with so many obstacles.  He still endeavored to prosecute his studies, and reasonable progressed in his education.  Still, he was not content; there was something yet to be done before his happiness was complete.  He would visit his friends and acquaintances.  They would invite him to social parties, insisting that he should partake of the amusements that were going on.  This he enjoyed tolerably well.  The ladies and gentlemen were generally well pleased with the Major; as he delighted all with his violin, which seemed to have a thousand chords —­more symphonious than the Muses of Apollo and more enchanting than the ghost of the Hills.  He passed some days in the country.  During that time Leos had made many calls upon Ambulinia, who was generally received with a great deal of courtesy by the family.  They thought him to be a young man worthy of attention, though he had but little in his soul to attract the attention or even win the affections of her whose graceful manners had almost made him a slave to every bewitching look that fell from her eyes.  Leos made several attempts to tell her of his fair prospects —­how much he loved her, and how much it would add to his bliss if he could but think she would be willing to share these blessings with him; but, choked by his undertaking, he made himself more like an inactive drone than he did like one who bowed at beauty’s shrine.

Elfonzo again wends his way to the stately walls and new-built village.  He now determines to see the end of the prophesy which had been foretold to him.  The clouds burst from his sight; he believes if he can but see his Ambulinia, he can open to her view the bloody altars that have been misrepresented to stigmatize his name.  He knows that her breast is transfixed with the sword of reason, and ready at all times to detect the hidden villainy of her enemies.  He resolves to see her in her own home, with the consoling theme:  “‘I can but perish if I go.’  Let the consequences be what they may,” said he, “if I die, it shall be contending and struggling for my own rights.”