Another glance at Madeline conquered the remains of his reserve: he accepted the invitation, and he could not but mark, with an unfamiliar emotion of the heart, that the eyes of Madeline sparkled as he did so.
With an abstracted air, and arms folded across his breast, he gazed after the carriage till the winding of the valley snatched it from his view.

He then, waking from his reverie with a start, turned into the house, and carefully closing and barring the door, mounted with slow steps to the lofty chamber with which, the better to indulge his astronomical researches, he had crested his lonely abode.
It was now night.

The Heavens broadened round him in all the loving yet august tranquillity of the season and the hour; the stars bathed the living atmosphere with a solemn light; and above--about--around-- "The holy time was quiet as a nun Breathless with adoration." He looked forth upon the deep and ineffable stillness of the night, and indulged the reflections that it suggested.
"Ye mystic lights," said he soliloquizing: "worlds upon worlds--infinite--incalculable .-- Bright defiers of rest and change, rolling for ever above our petty sea of mortality, as, wave after wave, we fret forth our little life, and sink into the black abyss;--can we look upon you, note your appointed order, and your unvarying course, and not feel that we are indeed the poorest puppets of an all-pervading and resistless destiny?
Shall we see throughout creation each marvel fulfilling its pre-ordered fate--no wandering from its orbit--no variation in its seasons--and yet imagine that the Arch-ordainer will hold back the tides He has sent from their unseen source, at our miserable bidding?
Shall we think that our prayers can avert a doom woven with the skein of events?
To change a particle of our fate, might change the destiny of millions! Shall the link forsake the chain, and yet the chain be unbroken?
Away, then, with our vague repinings, and our blind demands.

All must walk onward to their goal, be he the wisest who looks not one step behind.

The colours of our existence were doomed before our birth--our sorrows and our crimes;--millions of ages back, when this hoary earth was peopled by other kinds, yea! ere its atoms had formed one layer of its present soil, the Eternal and the all-seeing Ruler of the universe, Destiny, or God, had here fixed the moment of our birth and the limits of our career.