world, deserted and alone, watched beside the corpse during the weary night. I entered the room, and my unexpected appearance at first drew a scream from the lone survivor of a dead nation; but she recognised me, and recovered herself, with the quick exercise of self-control habitual to her. "Did you not expect me?" I asked, in that low voice which the presence of the dead makes us as it were instinctively assume.
"You are very good," replied she, "to have come yourself; I can never thank you sufficiently; but it is too late."
"Too late," cried I, "what do you mean? It is not too late to take you from this deserted place, and conduct you to "
My own loss, which I had forgotten as I spoke, now made me turn away, while choking grief impeded my speech, I threw open the window, and looked on the cold, waning, ghastly, misshaped circle on high, and the chill white earth beneath—did the spirit of sweet Idris sail
