We remember having played in it when young, and the feeling we experienced was one of awe and terror, to which might be added, on contemplating the "dread repose" and solitude around us, an impression that we were removed hundreds of miles from the busy ongoings and noisy tumults of life, to which, as if seeking protection, we generally hastened with a strong sense of relief, after having tremblingly gratified our boyish curiosity.
The young girl in question gave the female she had been expecting any thing but a cordial or dutiful reception.

In personal appearance there was not a point of resemblance between them, although the _tout ensemble_ of each was singularly striking and remarkable.

The girl's locks were black as the raven's wing: her figure was tall and slender, but elastic and full of symmetry.

The ivory itself was not more white nor glossy than her skin; her teeth were--bright and beautiful, and her mouth a perfect rosebud.

It is unnecessary to say that her eyes we're black and brilliant, for such ever belong to her complexion and temperament; but it in necessary to add, that they were piercing and unsettled, and you felt that they looked into you rather than at you or upon you.