wealth has no charms for me, for it is in my power to an unlimited extent. I must wander about, alike destitute of hope and of fear, of pleasure or of pain. I look on the past with disgust and inquietude; I regard the future with apathy and listlessness. It may seem egotism in me thus to intrude my personal feelings, but it is thus only that I can convey an idea of the misery, which attends the acquisition of powers, which nature has, for wise purposes, hidden from the grasp of mortals. Thus only can I hope to deter other rash and daring spirits from a like course, by showing the utter and abandoned solitariness, the exhaustion of mental and bodily faculties, and the dead and torpid desolation of spirit, which is the unceasing companion of the Wanderings of an Immortal. THE SEA SPIRIT. I do not love to credit tales of magic; Heaven's music, which is order, seems unstrung, And this brave world (The mystery of God) unbeautified, Disorder'd, marr'd, where such strange things are acted. THE WITCH. PASSING the in the summer of the year 17we were overtaken by a storm, which rapidly increased, and threatened, by its violence, to ingulf us in the waves. To one who has never experienced such a scene, no description could convey an adequate idea of its horrors; and to those who have been so situated, the description would be superfluous. The roaring of the wind, the raging of the waves, the shivering |