Hither thou hast led me, that I might perform thy will: yet let me not err: let me hear again thy messenger!" He stood for a minute as if listening; but recovering from his attitude, he continued--"It is not needed.

Dastardly wretch! thus eternally questioning the behests of thy Maker! weak in resolution! wayward in faith!" He advanced to me, and, after another pause, resumed: "Poor girl! a dismal fate has set its mark upon thee.

Thy life is demanded as a sacrifice.

Prepare thee to die.

Make not my office difficult by fruitless opposition.