People talk of natural sympathies; I have heard of good genii: there are grains of truth in the wildest fable.

My cherished preserver, goodnight!" Strange energy was in his voice, strange fire in his look.
"I am glad I happened to be awake," I said: and then I was going.
"What! you _will_ go ?" "I am cold, sir." "Cold?
Yes,--and standing in a pool! Go, then, Jane; go!" But he still retained my hand, and I could not free it.

I bethought myself of an expedient.
"I think I hear Mrs.Fairfax move, sir," said I.
"Well, leave me:" he relaxed his fingers, and I was gone.
I regained my couch, but never thought of sleep.

Till morning dawned I was tossed on a buoyant but unquiet sea, where billows of trouble rolled under surges of joy.

I thought sometimes I saw beyond its wild waters a shore, sweet as the hills of Beulah; and now and then a freshening gale, wakened by hope, bore my spirit triumphantly towards the bourne: but I could not reach it, even in fancy--a counteracting breeze blew off land, and continually drove me back.