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resist its fascination. I will proceed to the last in the strange career I have commenced. Think of me no more. Follow yourself the advice you give to me and be happy."
"This is madness," said Merton, passionately, but with a tear in his eye ; "your health is already failing ; you are so changed I should scarcely know you ; come 1 have already had your name entered in my passport : in another hour I shall be gone, and you, boy that you are, will be left without a friend to the deceits of your own fancy, and the machinations of this relentless mountebank."
"Enough," said Glyndon, coldly; "you cease to be an effective counsellor when you suffer your prejudices to be thus evident. I have already had ample proof," added the Englishman, and his pale cheek grew more pale, "of the power of this man if man he be, which I sometimes doubt and, come life, come death, I will not shrink from the paths that allure me. Farewell, Merton if we never meet again ; if you hear amidst our old and cheerful haunts that Clarence Glyndon sleeps the last sleep by the shores of Naples, or amidst the Calabrian hills say to the friends of our youth, ' He died worthily, as thousands of martyr-students have died before him, in the pursuit of knowledge.' "
He wrung Merton's hand as he spoke, darted from his side, and disappeared amidst the crowd.
That day Merton left Naples : the next morning Glyndon also quitted the City of Delight, alone and on horseback, He bent his way into those picturesque but dangerous parts of the country, which at that time were infested by banditti, and which few travellers dared to pass, even in broad daylight, without a strong escort. A road more lonely cannot well be conceived than that on which the hoofs of his steed, striking upon the fragments of rock that encumbered the neglected way, woke a dull and melancholy echo. Large tracts of waste land, varied by the rank and profuse foliage of the south lay before him : occasionally a wild goat peeped down from some rocky crag, or the discordant cry of a bird of prey, startled in its sombre haunt, was heard above the hills. These were the only signs of life ; not a human being was met not a hut was visible. Wrapped in his own ardent and solemn thoughts, the young man continued his way, till the sun had spent its noonday-heat, and a breeze that announced the approach of eve sprung up from the unseen ocean that lay far distant to his sight. It was then that a turn in the road brought before him one of those long, desolate, gloomy villages which are found in the interior of the Neapolitan dominions ; and now he came upon a small chapel on one side of the road, with a gaudily-painted image of the Virgin in the open shrine. Around