![]() ![]() ![]() So was the black horned thing seated aloof on a rock, surveying a distant crowd surrounding a gallows.Įach picture told a story mysterious often to my undeveloped understanding and imperfect feelings, yet ever profoundly interesting: as interesting as the tales Bessie sometimes narrated on winter evenings, when she chanced to be in good humour and when, having brought her ironing-table to the nursery hearth, she allowed us to sit about it, and while she got up Mrs. The fiend pinning down the thief’s pack behind him, I passed over quickly: it was an object of terror. The two ships becalmed on a torpid sea, I believed to be marine phantoms. I cannot tell what sentiment haunted the quite solitary churchyard, with its inscribed headstone its gate, its two trees, its low horizon, girdled by a broken wall, and its newly-risen crescent, attesting the hour of eventide. ![]()
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