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''I have a tale To soothe your melancholy, and sleek down The rugged brow of gloom, that lowers on Your brain. Listen to me! DEMETRIUS. Demetrius I will -- I will List thee, if my wits will let me; for all Here's mist, and night, and darkness -- dull -- dull As winter. ODOFRIEDE. Odofriede There was a lady once. Beautiful as few of earth-born beings are; Yea! from her delicate face there shone out, In rays of spheral light, a pure, celestial Loveliness, whose essence seemed not of this world; And she was happy, and her thoughts danc'd lightly, As the soft beams that on the cold glacier's Peak glow at eventide, gilding its icy scalp With colorings and hues inimitable. They were pure, too; for they hung about her heart, As round the inviolate shrine floats the white Drapery. Her soul was rich in early Innocence, as the delicate spirit That bathes in the crystal lymph, and flutters In the bloom of

But hark! he is betrayed into emotion -- he alters his voice! heard ye ever such tones, so energetick, peculiar, firm, passionate, earnest? How he lifts you along with him! Do you like him? no. Whence your interest? whence your breathless attention? your fixed attitude? your unclosed lips? Know ye the cause? dare ye analyze it? know ye not, that it is the homage of your spirit to his? he treads among you like a celestial among the creatures of earth. Your stars stand still before him!' Your mind, your faculties descend from their thrones, and lay down their sceptres at his bidding. His silence is rebuke and faintness. His look fires you with enthusiasm. Listen to him! observe ye how confidently, and yet, not boastingly, he speaks, or rather meditates, aloud. Follow the fervid action of his mind.

I think, yet there was no theme, upon which, his passionate, and beautiful mind did not dilate with a force and brilliancy, at times, which took away my breath. He, it was, that gave me a taste for elevated, and fiery meditation. He was a profligate -- a voluptuary -- a sensualist, perhaps; for he fed his mind upon loveliness, and banquetted, all the day long, upon colour, and sound, and perfume, with celestial creatures. His very children, were a sort of spiritualities; and, though I loathed, and abhorred, the earthiness of his passion for women, yet he had the art of so sublimating, and colouring, whatever he chose to touch with his enchantment, that it was perilous as death, to listen to him, when set upon conquering your reason. I believe, that he had a good heart, and a brave one -- that he loved his wife, to adoration..."