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302 a mom's stohy.
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4 Hol I, Edmond Cross , Conceive A Monk ...
the volume . Hour by hour fiew by in the occupation , but at last , raising- his eyeshe again beheld the sunbeam as it fell in the hall .
He rose with an , abstracted air , and walked towards the spot . But now the golden track crept up the stair , higher and higher , and he
followed the glorious guide . With wondering step , up and up he went , till the beam was lost in a whole flood of niagic coloured
glory , poured down by the setting sun from the high painted window . Here he was arrested , and held his breath . The beam no longer
lay alone on the stairs , but up its midst there proceeded some angelic essence of splendour ineffable . In white and shining
garments , it stole on slowly , steadily , noiselessly , with face he could not see , intently raised up towards the glory before . The
stillness seemed to fall upon her in a golden shower . There was neither rustle nor motion . Step by step she went up , with even rise ,
until she was lost in the full splendour of the window . Long , long did he gaze after her ; in vain , she returned not , and nothing
came . A burning desire to see the face seized upon him . _"Oh , my angelic love ! " cried he passionately , _" let me see thee , and
die ! " But only a still darkness gathered and fell around him , in which he could hear the beatings of his own heart .
From the 'day of this wonderful adventure , Lord de Bayhurst every day sought the mysterious mansion . His friends began to
murmur at his absence , and to complain that he was now lost to them ; for no one knew the object of his solitary wanderings .
Sometimes he was rewarded by a repetition of the vision , though often disappointed . Each day his passion burnt higher to catch
a glimpse of the angelic face for which he longed , and which , so far , had been withheld from him . Yet he persevered , and resorted
every day to the mansion in the wood . One day , at length he was rewarded—ahme ! that Isinful monkshould say rewarded ! Oh _?
Raymond , beloved , pupil , how , have I prayed , for thee ! Again he saw the vision . This time , it wa 3 enshrouded in mist ,
but , as it neared the window , light broke in , above , below , around ; liht insufferable ! the vision turned , and he beheld a face whose
lorious g beautleted his destruction . His limbs trembledsiht failed g himand y comp he fell in a trance at her feet . Oh , Raymond , g ,
Raymond ! , iny own beloved pupil , child of many prayers , into what a snare wert thou drawn ! What came next , I little know , or how an
intimacy so fearful as that between a man and a spirit , was carried onI cannot tell—may God have mercy on us all!—but _things
¦ went , on , and ripened fast , until that once lovely knight , so full lately of every Christian promisewas not ashamed to openly
produce this witch as his wife , and , install her in the castle of his fathers ! But I verily believe that he could no more help himself
against her fascinations , at the time , than the witch ' s victim can prevent himself from wasting away under her spells . May God
keep us all from evil communication ! You will think the stir and
. horror this scandal made , far and wide . My heart was broken ,
302 A Mom's Stohy.
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English Woman’s Journal (1858-1864), Jan. 1, 1863, page 302, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/ewj/issues/ewj_01011863/page/14/
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