The wind has become low, and is only able to work up a feeble effort at its former strength.

The flames, too, are subsiding--their power is gone; occasional jets of fire I come forth, but they instantly disappear.

By degrees, and one after another, they vanish.

Nothing now is visible but smoke, and every thing is considered as over--when lo! like a great general, who has achieved a triumphant victory, it is deemed right to; take a last look at the position of the enemy.

Up, therefore, starts an unexpected burst of flame--blazes for a while; looks about it, as it were; sees that the victory is complete, and drops down into the darkness from which it came.