In fancy I could see him clasping her in his arms, and kissing her many times in his passionate fervor, imploring her to think of him faithfully, night and day, till he should again return to the joy of her caresses! I smiled coldly, as this glowing picture came before my imagination.

Ay, Guido! kiss her and fondle her now to your heart's content--it is for the last time! Never again will that witching glance be turned to you in either fear or favor--never again will that fair body nestle in your jealous embrace--never again will your kisses burn on that curved sweet mouth; never, never again! Your day is done--the last brief moments of your sin's enjoyment have come--make the most of them!--no one shall interfere! Drink the last drop of sweet wine--MY hand shall not dash the cup from your lips on this, the final night of your amour! Traitor, liar, and hypocrite! make haste to be happy for the short time that yet remains to you--shut the door close, lest the pure pale stars behold your love ecstasies! but let the perfumed lamps shed their softest artificial luster on all that radiant beauty which tempted your sensual soul to ruin, and of which you are now permitted to take your last look! Let there be music too--the music of her voice, which murmurs in your ear such entrancing falsehoods! "She will be true," she says.

You must believe her, Guido, as I did--and, believing her thus, part from her as lingeringly and tenderly as you will--part from her--FOREVER!.