'Danger, whose limbs of giant mold
What mortal eye can fix'd behold?
Who'stalks his round, an hideous form!
Howling amidst the midnight storm!--
And with him thousand phantoms join'd,
Who prompt to deeds accurs'd the mind!--
On whom that rav'ning brood of Fate,
Who lap the blood of Sorrow wait;
Who, Fear! this ghastly train can see,
And look not madly wild like thee!'
THE Marquis was punctual to the hour. La Motte received him at the gate, but he declined entering, and said he preferred a walk in the forest. Thither, therefore, La Motte attended him. After some general conversation, 'Well,' said the Marquis, 'have you considered what I said, and are you prepared to decide?'
'I have, my Lord, and will quickly decide, when you shall farther explain yourself. Till then I can form no resolution.' The Marquis appeared dissatisfied, and was a moment silent.
'Is it then possible,' he at length resumed, 'that you do not understand? This ignorance is surely affected. La Motte, I expect sincerity. Tell me, therefore, is it necessary I should say more?'
'It is, my Lord,' said La Motte immediately. 'If you fear to confide in me freely, how can I fully accomplish your purpose?'
'Before I proceed farther,' said the Marquis, 'let me administer some oath which shall bind you to secrecy. But this