Lewistown gazette. [volume] (Lewistown, Pa.) 1843-1944, 1856-11-27
THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 27, 1856.

mum "iO' id' u ON SPcf4ulLg HIS lie III ac-
curing honors and riches, as all wise peo-
pie do, has only wasted long years in pain
ful study, and in the endeayor to surprise
! some Of natures secrets, and to lift the
veil concealng the occult Sciences
How can you talk of long years. in
| terruptcd the stranger, with a melancholy
smile, when you have scarcely witnessed
eighty springs, and when the tomb is al
ready stretching forth its friendly arms to
invite you 10 eternal rest? In my child
hoods days, | used TO wish to resemble
the sun in It's everlasting, glorious career ;
but now, would rather sleep in the tomb
than emulate him. This evening he set
behind the mountains but not to rest -
No-to continue his career, to light the
same race Of human beings. Ever the
same There is no grave for him-and
the dewdrops that moisten the earth night
and morning are but the tears lie sheds
over his. unhappy fate ?
a passionate adInirer of the beauties Of
nature, and profound observer of her va
rious phenomena, Agrippa had often in
duIged in similar thoughts; yet The stran-
gers impressions and turn of mind were
SO different from his, that he felt unable
for while TO return him any answer.
Presently the stranger resumed: i have
been told wonders of mirror fashioned
by your marvellous art, and that this mir
ror can recall the visage of dead or alb
sent person. whose features one might wish
to gaze upon. Alas there is nothing on
earth that can charm my sight. The tomb
has swallowed up all the objects of my
affection, and time has robbed me of every
thing that once made existence happy
OF the many tears shed in Ibis world, not
one is shed for me; and the sourccrof tears
seems dried up in my heart. Yeti would
fain see those gentle eyes, and that spotless
brow on which the Almighty hand had i'm
pressed his noblest seal. The sight of her
image would be more welcome to nv
heart than all the universe has to offer ex
cept grave
1t was always difficult to obtain of
Agrippa permission TO consult his magic
mirror, yet the strangers words made so
great an impression upon him. that he con-
sented at once to crafty him.
Whom do you wish to behold p asked
he.
My daughter-my dear and loving Mir
iam'
Cornelius closed up every aperture
through which the declining light of day
could have penetrated; and having placed
the stranger OH his right, he began to chant
some lyric verses in an under-voice, and in
a strange language. Several times the
stranger lancied he heard voice respond
to that of the magician, but the sounds
were so feeble that it would have been
difficult to say. -....
Did your daughter die married?' asked
Cornelius. .......
No, she died virgin
How many years ago did the grave
close over her!' .4 '....
The strangers brow was overcast; and
he replied with a degree Of petuIance,
Many years-more than | have time to
count just now.' ... - r.. ...
Yet must know the number, said
Agrippa; for this wand must trace as
many circles as there are tens of years
since your daughters death; and it is only
when the last circle shall have been
accomplished that you will be enabled to
see her appear in the mirror ."'
Begin tracing your circles, then said
the stranger, with bitter sigh; and above
all, take patience "!.....
Iritalod by this imperious tone, the ma
gican was about to retort, when he re-
strained himself in pity for the deep mis-
fortunes his guest seemed to have expert
enced. His hand began to trace circle af-
ter circle, but it seemed as If the wand had
lost its power, for the surface Of the mir
ror was still dimmed by the cloud. Cor
nelius then turned towards the stranger,
saying, You singular being! who can you
be, for your presence thus to disturb my in
carnations? This wand, guided by the
rules of my art, has now described space
of four hundred years, yet the surface of
the mirror is still the same. Answer me!
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