The daily national Whig. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1847-1849, 1847-11-18

ing his breath for very fear he awaited the sight OF
the old man, who evidently approached his bed. And
| in another moment there he was peeping round the
screen, with the same bronze-fke countenance and
fixed giittering eyes. Tcharikof made violent ef-
| fort TO cry out, but his voice was gone. lie stroye
to stir his limbs they refused to obey him, with
| open mouth and arrested breath he gazed upon the
appartion Ii was that OF a tall man in wide Ash
attic robe The painter watched It's movements. Pre-
seniy it sal down almost at his very feet and drew
something from between the folds Of lis flowing dress
This was II bag. The old man united H. and seizing
Il by the two ends shook il: with dull heavy sound
there fell the floor number of heavy packets, Of
Il long cylindrical shape. Their envelope was oil dark
| blue paper, and on each was inscribed 1000 DUcArs.
Extending his long lean hands from his wide sleeves
the old man began unroIling the packets. There was
a steam of gold. Great as Tchnrtkofi's terror was,
he could help staring GENEROUSLY at the COIN and
looked with profound attention as Il sireamed ri-
pidly through the spectres bony hands, giterng and
| clinkng with dull Thin metallic sound, and was
then rolled up anew. Suddenly he remarked one
packet which had rolled little further than the rest
and stopped the leg Of the bedstead the head
BY rapid and firve motion he seized this packet,
gazing the while at the old man to see whether he
remarked il. But he was busy He collected the
remaining packets, replaced them in the bug, and,
without looking at the artist, retired behind the
screen. Tchartkofffs heart beat yehemeniy when
he heard his departing footsteps echoing through the
room. Congratuating himself on impunity he Joy
fully grasped the packet and had almost ceascd to
tronbe for its safety, when suddenly the footsteps
again approached the screen; the old man had evil
IDENTITY discovered that Of his packets was want
| ing. Nearer he came, and nearer until once more
his grim visagc was seen pecping round the screen.
| In agony Of terror the young man dropped the
rouleal made desperate effort to stir his limbs, ut
tered great cry-and awoke. A cold sweat stream
cd from every pore; his heart beat violently that
il seemed about to BURST his breast felt tight II
the last breath in the Of leaving it. Was
| a dream he said, pressing his head between both
hands, thevvidness Of the nppahtion made him doubt
it. Now ut any rate, he was unquestionably awake,
| yet he thought he saw the 'old man moving US he
settled himself in his frame, his hand sinking by his
side and the border OF his wide robe waving. His
own hand retained the sensation of having, but
ment before, held weghty substance The moon
still shone into the room bringing out from its dark
cornors here canvass there ny figure, there again
the drapery thrown chair, plaster cast OH
| its bracket on the wall. Tchartkof now perceived
that he was not in bed but his feet opposite the
portrait. How he got there-was thing he could
| in no way comprehend. What astoundcd him still
more the fact that the portrait was completely
L u
the living eyes staring fXedly at him. A cold
sweat stood upon his brow;he would fan have fled,
but his feet were rooted to The ground. And then he
saw (of certainty this drcam) the old mans
features move and his lips protrudcd if about to
utter words. With shrill cry of horror and a des-
pairing effort Tchartkoh tore himself from the spot
/ and awoke. 1t was still dream. His heart beat as
| though it would burst his bosom, but there no
/ cause for such agitation. He was in bed in the
| same attitude as when he fell asleep. Before him
was the screen: the chamber was filled with the wa
| terry moonbeams. Through the crack in the screen
the portrait visible, covered with the sheet he
| had himself laid over II. Although thus convinced
of the groundlessness of his ALARM the papitation of
his heart increased in violence until became pain
full and alarming; the oppression on his breast grew
more and more severe. He could not detach his
eyes from the Sheet and presently he distinctly
it move at first gently, then quickly and'yioenlly as
though hands struggling and cropping behind It,
pulling, and tearing, and striving, but in vain, to
throw it aside. There was something mysteriously
awful in this struggle Of IN invisible power against
so himsy an obstacle, which It yet was unable to
overcome TchartkoH felt his very soul chilled with
iear. Groat God what is this ~ he cried, crossing
| himself in an agony of terror. And once more he
awoke. For the third time he had dreamed dreaml
He sprang from his bed in utter bcwilderment, his
brain whlrllnS ana burning, ana NJ frst could not
make up his mind whether he had been favored by
visit from the donoro' or by that Of real appariton,
| Approaching the window, he opened tho .t6rioch-
kat sharp frosty breeze brought refreshnent to
| its heated frame. The moons radiance still lay
| broadly the roofs and white walls of the houses
| and small floating clouds chnsed each other across
the sky. All was still, save when, from time to time,
there fell family upon the the distant arrng rat
tie of a lingering drok, prowling in search of be-
lated fare. For some time our young painter re-
manned with his head out Of the forotchka, and il
was not until signs Of approaching dawn were visi-
BILE in the heavens ihat,he closed the pane, threw
himself upon his bed and fell into deep and dream
| less sumber.
The Russian hoise.sprt This "lubber fendp Is fire.
| queniy the popular name of the nightmare.
The "was-ist das," single pane Of glass fixed In
frame, to admit of its being opened, very necessary in
climate where double easements fixed during eight
months out ID the year. .. ts
| 70 be continued.