Virginia advocate. [volume] (Charlottesville, Va.) 1827-1860, 1830-06-04

grant the request of his extraordinary
visiter.
'Whom wouldst thou see p he inuuir-
ed.
My child, my own sweet Miriam,
answered the stranger.
Cornelius Immediately caused every
ray OF the light TO be excluded from the
chamber, placed the stranger ON his
right hand, and commenced chanting. in
low soft tone, and in STANCE language
some lyrical verses, to which the stran-
ger thought he heard occasionally re-
spouse, but it was sound so faint and
lndlstinct that he hardly knew whether
1t existed any where but in his own fan
cy. AS Cornelius continued his chant.
the room gradually became illuminated ;
but whence the light proceeded it was
impossible to discover. AT length
the stranger plainly perceived large
mirror which cover the whole of the ex-
IRENE end of the apartment, and over
the surface of which dense haze OF
cloud seemed to rapidly passing.
Died she in wedIock's bands in
CURED Cornelius.
She was virgin spotless as the srow'
How many years have passed away
since the grave closed over her.?
A cloud gathered on the Strangers
brow, and he answered somewhat impa-
tlently, Many, many more than have
now time to NUMBER
Nay said Agrippa but | must know.
For every ten years that have ELAPSED
since her death, once must | wave this
wand; and when have wave it for the
last time, you will see her figure in yon
mirror
'Wave on, then said the stranger, and
groaned bitterly wave on. and take heed
that thou be not weary
Cornelius Agrippa gazed on his strange
guest with something of anger, but he
excused his want Of courtesy of the pro-
bable extent of his caamities. He then
waved his magic wand many times, but
to his CONSERVATION it seemed to have
lost its virtue-Turning again to the stran-
ger, he exclaimed,
Who and what art thou man? They
presence troubles me. According to all
the rules of my art, this wand has already
described twice two hundred years
still has the surface of the mirror expe-
rlenced no alteration. Say, dost thou
mock me, and did no such person ever
exist as thou hast described to me
Wave on, wave on? was the stern
and only reply which this interrogatory
extracted from the stranger.
The curiosity of Agrppa, although
he was himself dealer in wonders, be-
gan now to be excited, and mystic
rious feeling Of awe forbade him to desist
from waving his wand, much as he
doubted the sincerity of his visiter. As
his arm grew slack, he heard the deep
solemn tone of the stranger, 'Wave on,
wave on = and at length, after his wand,
according to the calculations Of his art,
had described period of above twelve
hundred years, the cloud cleared away
from the surface of the mirror, and the
stranger, with an exclamation of delight
arose and gazed rapturously upon the
scene which was there represented.
An exquistely rich and romantic pros
pect was before him. In the distance
rose lofty mountains crowned with cedars
a rapid stream rolled in the middle, and
IN the fore ground were seen caImels gra-
zing riII trickIing by, in which some
sheep were quenchlng their thirst, and a
lofty palm tree, beneath whose shade a
young female of exquisite beauty, and
richly habIted in the costume OF the east
was sheteriDg herself from the rays oil
the noontIde sun.
cts she, It's she = shouted the strsn-
ger and he was rushing towards the mir
ror, but was prevented by Cornelius, who
said,
'Forbear, rash man, to quit this spot
with each step that thou advaDcest to.
wards the mirror, the image will become
fainter, and shouldst thou approach toe
near, it will vanish away entirely.
Thus warned, he resumed his station
but his agitation was so excessive, thai
he was obliged to lean on the arm of the
philosopher for support, while, from time
to time, lie uttered incoherent expressions
OF wonder, delight, and lamentation.
lis she It's she! even as she looked
While living How beautiful she is =
Miriam, my child, canst thou not speak
to me BY heaven, she moves she
smiles oh speak to me single word !
or only breathe, or sigh Alas alPs ST.
Ient-dull and desoldte as this heart -
AGAIN that smile that smile, the re-
membrance Of which thousand winters