But is this conflict real--this fierce battle between the elements?
Alas, no; they are both tyrants, and what is to be expected?
The wind god, always unsteady, wheels round, comes to the assistance of his opponent, and gives him new courage, new vigor, and new strength.
But his inferior ministers must have a share of this dreadful repast.
Off go a thousand masses of burning material, whirling along.

Off go the; glowing timbers and rafters, on the wind, by which they are borne in thousands of red meteors across the sky.

But hark, again! Room for the whirlwind! Here it comes, and addresses itself to yon tall and waving pyramid; they embrace; the pyramid is twisted into the figure of a gigantic corkscrew--round they go, rapid as thought; the thunder of the wind supplies them with the appropriate music, and continues until; this terrible and gigantic waltz of the elements is concluded.

But now these fearful ravagers are satisfied, because they have nothing more on which they can glut themselves.

They appear, however, to be seated.