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    4 i I had scarce thought of Job uotil I felt him trying to paw behind me : Hit hand w * i trembling as he laid it on my shoulder to steady his steps ; but there was something in hit ill-hewn features that * hor an indefinable ray of hope through my mind . His ntndv hair Wut plastered over his forehead , and his scant dress clung to him like a skin ; but though I recall his image now with a smile , I looked upon

    him with a feeling far enough from amusement then . God bless thee my dear Job ! wherever in this unfit world thy fine spirit may be ful « filling its destiny ! ' He crept down carefully to the edge of the foaming abyss , till be stood with the breaking bubbles at his knees . I was at a log ? to know what he intended . She surely would not dare to ' attempt a jump to his arms from that slippery rock , and to reach her in any way seemed impossible .

    Mr . Willis is a capital hand at " working up an interest . " He does this , at times , in a style that renders it difficult to keep one s seat . The following situation is of fearful and romantic excitement : —

    " The next instant he threw himself forward , and while I covered my eye 3 in horror , with the flushing conviction that he had gone mad and flung himself into the hopeless whirlpool to reach her , she had crossed tne awful gulf , and lay trembling and exhausted at my feet ! He had thrown himself over the chasm , cnught the rock barely with the extremities of his tinkers , and with certain death if he missed his hold or slipped from his uncertain tenure , had sustained her with supernatural strength as she walked over his body .

    " The guide providentially returned with a rope at the same instant and fastening it around one of his feet , we dragged him back through the whirlpool , and after a moment or two to recover from the suffocating immersion , he fell on his knees , and we joined him , I doubt not devoutly , in his inaudible thanks to God .

    •• We had fairly * done ' Niagara . We had seen it by sunrise , sunder , moonlight ; from top and bottom , fasting and full , alone and together . We had learned by heart every green path on the inland of perpetual dew , which is set like an imperial emerald on its front , ( a poetical idea of my own much admired by Job , ) we had been grave , gay , tender , and sublime in its mighty neighbourhood , we bad become m > accustomed to the has * of its broad thunder , that it seemed to us like a natural property in the air , and we were unconscious of it for hours ; our voices haa become so tumd to its key , and our thoughts so tinged V > y its grand and perpetual anthem , that I almost doubted if the utr beyond the reach of its vibrations would not agonize us with its unnatural silence , and the common features of the world seem of an unutterable and frivolous littleness .

    *« We were eating our lust breakfast there , in tender melaiu * holj ; mine far tije fulls , and Job's for the fulls , and Miss ¦ ¦ ¦ > to whotu I bad half u suspicion he bad mad * a declaration . " Job f f * id I . He looked up from his egg , My dew Job !'

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  • Monthly Repository (1806-1838) and Unitarian Chronicle (1832-1833), June 2, 1836, page 355, in the Nineteenth-Century Serials Edition (2008; 2018) ncse.ac.uk/periodicals/mruc/issues/vm2-ncseproduct2658/page/27/