It was a fane sacred to the memory of infantile days, and to blissful imaginations of the future! What a gloomy reverse had succeeded since the ominous arrival of this stranger! Now, perhaps, it is the scene of his meditations.

Purposes fraught with horror, that shun the light, and contemplate the pollution of innocence, are here engendered, and fostered, and reared to maturity.
Such were the ideas that, during the night, were tumultuously revolved by me.

I reviewed every conversation in which Carwin had borne a part.
I studied to discover the true inferences deducible from his deportment and words with regard to his former adventures and actual views.

I pondered on the comments which he made on the relation which I had given of the closet dialogue.

No new ideas suggested themselves in the course of this review.