lasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels!—Alas! I feel already within my breast, the worm that shall never die, and the fire that shall not be quenched."
Having thus given vent to her grief, she tore her hair in wild agony, beating her breast, and the tears of sorrow trickled down her cheeks—she appeared a grisly ghastly figure.
Her narrative, though incredible in the highest degree, made an unspeakable impression on me. I beheld the poor disconsolate mother, standing before me in an agony of unutterable grief; saw the briny tears of her who had with her own eyes witnessed the apparition, and heard her bemoan her unhappy child.
Having mused awhile on these dreadful events, I felt an ardent desire to unfold the mystery hanging over that wonderful trans-action;
