"I cannot speak, your eye scares me. Are you mocking me? I cannot speak if you look so at me."
"I will not look on you; I will play with your long hair, and gaze on yonder star.—Now, speak on, my own love."
"Oh! Vivian, there is a custom in my native land—the world calls it an unhallowed one; you, in your proud spirit, will call it a vain one. But you would not deem it vain, if you were the woman now resting on your bosom. At certain hours of particular nights, and with peculiar ceremonies, which I need not here mention—we do believe, that in a lake or other standing water, fate reveals itself to the solitary votary. Oh! Vivian, I have been too long a searcher after this fearful science; and this very night, agitated in spirit, I sought yon water. The wind was in the right direction, and every thing Concurred in favouring a most propitious di-
