I should be glad to leave Miriam something to make her independent." "I should say that her Creator had already done that!" said Meschines.
"By the way, I know a young fellow--if he were only here--who is just the man you want, and can be trusted.

He's a civil engineer,--Harvey Freeman: the Lord only knows in what part of the world he is at this speaking.

He has made a special study of these subterranean matters." "Don't you remember, papa, Coleridge's poem of Kubla Khan ?-- "Where Alph, the sacred river, ran Through caverns measureless to man Down to a sunless sea!" "Our sacred river, when we find it, shall be named Miriam." "It ought to be Kamaiakan," she rejoined; "for, if anybody finds it, it will be he." "I think I hear the wings of the angel of whom we have been speaking," said the general.

"Yes, here he is; and he has got the letters.

Let us see! One for you Meschines.