Follow yourself the advice you give to me, and be happy." "This is madness," said Mervale; "your health is already failing; you are so changed I should scarcely know you.

Come; I have already had your name entered in my passport; in another hour I shall be gone, and you, boy that you are, will be left, without a friend, to the deceits of your own fancy and the machinations of this relentless mountebank." "Enough," said Glyndon, coldly; "you cease to be an effective counsellor when you suffer your prejudices to be thus evident.

I have already had ample proof," added the Englishman, and his pale cheek grew more pale, "of the power of this man,--if man he be, which I sometimes doubt,--and, come life, come death, I will not shrink from the paths that allure me.
Farewell, Mervale; if we never meet again,--if you hear, amidst our old and cheerful haunts, that Clarence Glyndon sleeps the last sleep by the shores of Naples, or amidst yon distant hills, say to the friends of our youth, 'He died worthily, as thousands of martyr-students have died before him, in the pursuit of knowledge.'" He wrung Mervale's hand as he spoke, darted from his side, and disappeared amidst the crowd.
By the corner of the Toledo he was arrested by Nicot.
"Ah, Glyndon! I have not seen you this month.

Where have you hid yourself?
Have you been absorbed in your studies ?" "Yes." "I am about to leave Naples for Paris.

Will you accompany me?
Talent of all order is eagerly sought for there, and will be sure to rise." "I thank you; I have other schemes for the present." "So laconic!--what ails you?
Do you grieve for the loss of the Pisani?
Take example by me.