The son of the Mukaukas has not yet undergone such a dazzling change of hue; but he has a feeling and impressible heart--and I hold even that in high esteem.

I have no doubt that he loved his father deeply, nay passionately; though I have ample reason to believe him capable of the very worst.

So long as I was present at the scene of death the father and son were parting in all friendship and tenderness, and when the good old man's heart had ceased to beat I found Orion in a state which is only possible to have when love has lost what it held dearest." "All acting!" Paula put in.
"But there was no audience, dear friend.

Orion would not have got up such a performance for his mother and little Mary." "But he is a poet--and a highly-gifted one too.

He sings beautiful songs of his own invention to the lyre; his ecstatic and versatile mind works him up into any frame of feeling; but his soul is perverted; it is soaked in wickedness as a sponge drinks up water.