Mexico weekly ledger., 1885-01-08
OURI, THURSDAY, JANUARY 8, 1885.

among all the tears which water that
sad valley, not one is shed for me-
the fountain in my own heart, too, is
dried up. I would once again look
upon the face which I loved. I would
see that eye more bright and that
step, more stately than the antelope's;
that brow, the bread smooth page on
which God had Inscribed his fairest
characters. I would gaze on all /
loved and all I lost. Such gaze
would be dearer to my heart than all
that the world has to offer me, ex-
cept the grave-except the grave"
The passionate pleading of the
stranger had such an effect upon
Agrippa, (who was not used to ex-
hibit his miracle OF art to the eyes OF
all who desired to look in il, t,although
he was often tempted by exorbitant
presents and high honors to do so,)
that he readily consented to grant
the request of his extraordinary visi-
tor.
"Whom wouldst thou sect" he In
quired.
my child, my own sweet Miriam,' .
answered the stranger.
Cornelius Immediately caused ev-
cry ray of the light of heaven to be
excluded from the chamber, placed
the stranger on his right hand, and
commenced chanting, in low soft
tone, and in strange language, some
lyrical verses, to which the stranger
thought he heard occasionally re-
sponse; but it was a sound so faint
and instinct, that he hardly knew
whether it existed any where but in
his own fancy. As Cornelius con-
tinued 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 covered the whole of the ex.
treme end of the apartment, and over
the surface of which dense haze
or cloud seemed to be rapidly pass
ing.
"Died she in wedlock's holy
bandse" inquired Cornelius.
''She was virgin, spotless as the
| snow"
"How many years have passed
away since the grave closed ovel
herr"
A cloud gathered on the strangers
brow, and he answered, somewhat
impatiently.
Many, many; more than I nov
have time to number
''Nay," said Agrippa, "but I mus
know. For every ten years tha
have elapsed since her death, ono
must I wave this wand; and when
have waved it for the last time, 70,
will see her figure in yon mirror"
"Wave on, then,'' said the strange.
and groaned bitterly: "wave on, ant
take heed that thou be not weary
Cornelius Agrippa gazed on hi
strange guest with something o
anger, but he excused his want O
courtesy on the ground of the prob
able extent of his calamities. HI
then waved his magic wand man.
times, but, to his CONSERVATION, j
seemed to have lost its virtue
Turning again to the stranger, he ex
claimed
"Who and what art thou, man
Thy presence troubles me. Accord
ing to all the rules of my art, thi
wand has already described twic
two hundred years--still has the sur
face of the mirror experienced no al
teration. Say, dost thou mock me
and did no such person ever exist q
thou hast described to mes'
"Wave on, wave on!" was the ster
and only reply which this interroga
tory extraced from the stranger.
The curiosity of Agrippa. althoug
he was himself dealer in wonders
began now to be excited, and mys
terious feeling of awe forbade him t
desist from waving his wand. muc
as he doubted the sincerity of hi
visitor. AS his arm grew slack, b
heard the deep solemn tones of th
stranger, exclaiming.
"Wave on, wave on!"
And at length, after his wand, az
cording to the calculations of his ar
bad described a period of above 120
years, the cloud cleared away frol
the surface of the mirror, and th
; stranger, with an exclamation Of d,
light, arose and gnzed rapturousl
upon the scene which was there rel
: resented. An exquisitely rich an
romantic prospect was before him.
the distance rose lofty mountain
crowned with cedars; rapid streal
rolled in the middle, and in the for
ground were sen cameIs grazing;
rill trickllng by, in which some shee
were quenching their thirst, and
| lofty palm-tree, beneath whose shae
| a young female of exquisite beaut'
r and richly habited iu the costume ,
) the East, was sheltering herself fro
. the rays of the noon tide sun.
RI saTis she! tits she!" shouted Il
!, stranger; and he was rushing towart