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Full Date1835-08-29
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Newspaper TitleThe Sydney Gazette and New South Wales Advertiser (NSW : 1803 - 1842)
Trove TitleA Mysterious Visitation (From Love in the Library)
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A MYSTERIOUS VISITATION

From "Love in the Library," in the New Monthly

Magazine.

I had given up the early summer tea parties com- mon in the town in which the University stands; and having, of course, three or four more hours than usual on my hands, I took to an afternoon habit of imagina- tive reading. Shakespeare came first, naturally; and I feasted for the hundredth time upon what I think his (and the world's) most delicate creation-the "Tempest." The twilight of the first day overtook me at the third act where the banquet is brought in with solemn music by the fairy troop of Prospero and set before the shipwrecked king and his followers. I closed the book, and leaning back in my chair aban- doned myself to the crowd of images which throng always upon the traces of Shakespeare. The fancy music was still in my mind, when an apparently real strain of the most solemn melody came to my ear, dy- ing, it seemed to me, as it reached it, the tones were so expiringly faint and low. I was not startled, but lay quietly holding my breath, and more fearing when the strain would be broken, then curious whence it came. The twilight deepened til it was dark; and it still played on, changing the tune at intervals, but always of the same melancholy sweetness; til, by and by, I lost all curiosity, and giving into the charm. the scenes I had been reading began to form again in my mind, and Ariel, with his delicate ministers, and Pospero, Miranda, and Caliban, came moving before me to the measure, as bright and vivid as the reality. 1 was disturbed in the midst of it by Allons., who came in at the usual hour with my tea , and on starting to my feet, I isltned ni vam for the continu- ance ol the music I sat thinking of it awhile, bat dismissed it at list, and went out to enjoy in a solitary walk the loveliness of the summer ni ht 'J he next « aj I resumed my boot, with a smile at my previous ore uhty and h id r«-ad th oueji the last «cine« t f the ,' lenipe&t,' wh n theli^hlfailed roe I again closed die book and pre-eutly »gil«, as if the «ympathj was instantaneous the strain broke in, pla; ng the same low and solemn melodies, aud falling with the sam» d)ing cadence upon the year I hut ned io it, as "be- fore, with breathless alten ion, abandoi ed myselfonce moieto its irresistible s eli, and hall-wiking, half slce ing, fell again into a uvid dream, brilliant a* fairj-lind and creating itst If to the measures of the still audib e music 1 could not now sha e afí my belief in its reality , but 1 was so raptw-th its strang« sitecltes« and the beauty of my dream, that I cared not whether it came from earth or air. My indifTer ence ¡«in illari) enough, comm ed for several da) s ,. andregulnily at twilight, Ithicw aside my book and listened with dreamy wakctulne»» tor the mu ic It never fa led me, and its remits were as cons'ant as its com ng \\ hen ver I had it-3d,- som ti iles a canto of&p nser, tometim'B an »et of a play, or a chapter

of romance-the scene rose b«toe me with the

stately lealilv of a pagcan'. At last 1 began to think of it moieser ously , and it was a relisi to me one evening when Alfons" came in i-arlier than usual w th a message I toi i h m to stand perfectly still , and after a minute's pause during winch 1 heard dis-

tinctly an entire passage of a funeral hymn, 1 asked« lum if he heard an) music 1 He said he did not. My blood chilled at li» ¡o^ive reply, a d I bale h m listen once more it II he head nothing. I could endure it no lon«¿er It was to me as distinct. anti audib e as my own voice , and I rushed Irom n>) room as he lelt mi, shuddering to be left by ray «e|f- . ,

J he next dayl thought of nothing but death. Warnings b\ ktiell» m the air, by ai pantions, by mysterious voices were thingB I had believed in spe culativel) for years, and now their truth caine upon me like conviction. I felt a dull, leaden presentiment about my heart growing heaver and heavier with every passing hour. Lvemng came at last, and with it, like a summons from the grave, a "dead march" swelled clearly on the air. 1 felt faint and sick at, heart. 1 hu eould not be fancy , aud why »a» it, a« f 1 thought 1 had proved, audible to my ear alone I I ' threw open the window, and the first ruth of fhe cool-, north wind refra hedme , but, as if to mock my at- tempts at relief, the dirge like Mundi rose, at th«

|insíin' with trMile distmctne».- í*¡wd my liatand*

iu<hed Imo the stree» ;h'ut, rb«'»ydi»tnay, every step seemed to .bring me nearer to lue knell. Sill I hur-

ried on, the dismal sounds growingdistrnelingiy louder Mill, on turning a corner that leads lo the lovely bury- ing ground of New Haven I came suddenly on a

,ticll- ound'y ! In the rearh»d lately I* cn hung.lo« trial.the chiming bells just complettd lot th«- Ni-w ^'tirii'y Church nnd the'mnster o£ the e>t.ibl iliiucnt

inforn ed nie, that one of his journeymen was a fine I pla)cr anti everyday, after his work, he «a» in the Imbil of amusing himself with tho " Dead Mai eli in Paul .' the '. ¡Uarsellois Hymn," and other meian cb ly and easy hints, muffling tho bammers, that he »i.i"ht not disturb the acighbours.