Beneath the bank of clouds, yet far enough in the foreground of this picture to partly emerge from obscurity, stood, on an eminence, a white marble building, with columns of porticos, like a Grecian temple.

Projected against the dark background were its classic outlines, looking more like a vision of the days of Pericles than a modern verity.
"Only once before have I seen it thus," said Mr.Willet, after his companion had gazed for some time upon the scene without speaking, "and ever since, it has been a picture in my memory." "How singularly beautiful!" Fanny spoke with only a moderate degree of enthusiasm, and with something absent in her manner.

Mr.Willet turned to look into her face, but it lay too deeply in shadow.

For a short time they stood gazing at the clouds, the sky, and the snowy temple.

Then Mr.Willet passed on, with the maiden, threading the bordered garden walks, and lingering among the trees, until they came to one of the pleasant summer-houses, all the time seeking to awaken some interest in her mind.