Spirit of the age. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1849-1865, 1863-10-05

the Q Jen air, and in a short time they
were on the brow of a high precipics
which hung over the foaming waters Of
the lake.
10! the spirit of the storm is abroadr
exclaimed he. Listen to the loud voice
of an angry God. Mark his wrathful
glance in that vivid fash Behold the.
impress of hts indignation upon yon
mighty oak as it falls to the earth, splin-
tered BY his vengeful fires. His angry
grasp is upon the turbulent deep, and
its waves roar beneath the lash of his
displeasurc. Yet |, the, most accuEed,
can stand unhurt amid this tumult can
grasp the winged lightnings, and revel
in the perpetual fires that CONSUME the
bowels of the earth. This way, We swift
winged messenger of death Annihilate
this unwithering mass of feshr He
stood on the edge of the precipice with
his hands stretched towards the battling
clouds; his long black hair hoated upon
the hurrying gale, and his eye rivalled
the lightniugs in Brightness The storm,
which had been raging all the previous
night, still continued. The torrents rolls
ed heavily down the slopes of the noun
tains, bringing with them huge trees torn
from the earth by the strong arm of the
whirlwind, and massive fragments of
rocks, loesened from their ancient beds
by the csnvulsions of nature. Blanca
stood upon the cliff perfectly passive to
the raging tempest; her eye had lost it's
vented softness OF Repression there was
q melancholy wildness in it, and her pale
features too plainly told that death was
preparing its victim.
Blanca, dear Bianca!' exclaimed a
voice family above the believing of the
storm, and in a moment Wilfred assembled
the cliff amidst the shrieking of the val
ley spirits and the bright glare of light
ing. The maid stood like a statue, her
vacant glance bent upon the fearless
youth, and her fair arm extended, as if
to bid him depart from the unhai:ewed
spot. But mis- eyes fell upon the form
Of Zamiel, as he stood brsasting the
bowling tempest, with his eyes fixed up
on the heavy vapors that hung around the
mountain peaks. Passing the bewilder-
cd Blanca, be rushed toward her de-
stroyer, at the same time discharging his
pistol Iun al his neau. lne Oall Iell
harmless at the feet of the Wild Hunter,
who uttered a wild shrek, and turning
suddenly around, for the first time be-
held Wilfred. q Vengeance flashed from
his dark eye, while he exclaimed: Pre-
sumptuous stripping, you have sealed
her DOOM apde seizing Blanca around
the waist, his poignard was in an instant
buried in her heart. The poor girl CAV e
but one shrek and fell ~lifeless upon the
rock. A cold shudder ran through the
lite channels of Wilfred's frame. For q
moment he stood motionless with hor-
ror but recovering. himself, he sprang
:, toward the monster and grasred hSm by
1.-THE throat. The struggle was not long,
tor Zaniel reeled beneath the desperate
clsnch of the indignant youth, and fall
ing over the cliff drew his csnqueror after
him amid the yells of the invisible spir-
its and the tumult of the elements.
The storm was pushed; the golden
sun shone out with his wonted splen-
der. Days-years passed. Blanca and
Wilfred were heard of no more, but Fam
isl, the laundering Jew, continued tt
haunt the widest Businesses of the Alps