Come, dear pastor, tell me some Saga that I have not heard,--that of Frithiof, the chronicle that you believe and have so often promised me.

Tell us the story of the peasant lad who owned the ship that talked and had a soul.

Come! I dream of the frigate Ellida, the fairy with the sails young girls should navigate!" "Since we have returned to the regions of Jarvis," said Wilfrid, whose eyes were fastened on Seraphita as those of a robber, lurking in the darkness, fasten on the spot where he knows the jewels lie, "tell me why you do not marry ?" "You are all born widows and widowers," she replied; "but my marriage was arranged at my birth.

I am betrothed." "To whom ?" they cried.
"Ask not my secret," she said; "I will promise, if our father permits it, to invite you to these mysterious nuptials." "Will they be soon ?" "I think so." A long silence followed these words.
"The spring has come!" said Seraphita, suddenly.

"The noise of the waters and the breaking of the ice begins.