Part 14 (2/2)

”'The horse was still writhing in agony. One of my pistols relieved him.

”'We bore Featherstone to the nearest cantonment, and buried him there.'”

”How terrible!” said Acme, as she gave a slight shudder. ”Englishmen are generally more sceptical on these points than we are; and disbelieve supernatural appearances, which we are accustomed to think are not unfrequent. I could tell you many stories, which, in my native island, were believed by our enemies the Turks, as well as by ourselves: but if you would like it, I will tell you a circ.u.mstance that occurred to myself, the reality of which I dare not doubt.

”You have often, Giorgio! heard me revert with pain, to the horrible scene which took place, on the recapture of our little isle by the infidel Turks; when my family were ma.s.sacred, and only poor Acme left to tell their tale.”

Here the young bride put her handkerchief to her face, and wept bitterly. George put his arm round her and soothed her. She continued her narrative.

”You know my escape, and how I was sent to a kinsman, who had promised to have me sent to my kind friends in Malta. He was a Corfuote, and it was in Corfu I remained for a long--a very long time--and there first met my dear friend, Zoe Scalvo-Forressi. I was then very young. We lived in the Campagna--about four miles from each other.

”We had both our Greek ponies, and used often to pa.s.s the evenings together; and at length knew our road so well, that often it was night before we parted.

”One night, we had been singing together at her house, and it was later than usual when I cantered home.

”About four months had elapsed previous to my landing in Corfu, and I had been eight months there; although at the time, I paid little attention to these circ.u.mstances.

”My road lay through an olive grove. I had arrived in its centre, where a small knoll stretched away on my right; on whose summit, was a white Greek monastery, backed by some dark cypress trees.

”The moon was s.h.i.+ning brightly--dancing on the silver side of the olive trees--and illuminating the green sward.

”This was smooth and verdant.

”My spirits were more than usually buoyant, when suddenly my pony stopped.

”I could not conceive the reason.

”I looked before me. Immediately in front of me, was the shattered trunk of an old olive tree--it had been blasted by lightning--and sitting quietly at its foot--I saw my own mother, Giorgio! as clearly as I see you now. I could not be mistaken. She wore the same embroidered vest and Albanian shawl, as when I had last seen her.

”She conversed with me calmly for many minutes, and--which surprised me much at the time--I felt no dread, and asked her and answered many questions.

”She told me I should die early, in a foreign land; and many--many more things, which I dare not repeat; for I cannot contemplate the possibility of their being true.

”At the time, I told you I felt composed: without any sense of alarm or surprise. For many days afterwards, however, I never left my bed of sickness.

”I told my kinsman all the circ.u.mstances, and he discovered beyond a doubt, that it was on that very day, the twelve-month previous, that my poor mother had been murdered.”

Sir Henry and George tried to smile at Acme's story, and account for what she had seen;--but her manner was so impressive, and her ingenious reasonings--delivered in the most earnest tone--seemed to confute so entirely all their speculations, that they were at length content to deem it ”wondrous strange.”

In the best and wisest of us, there is such a tendency to believe in a mysterious link, connecting the living and the departed; that a story of this nature, in exciting our feelings, serves to paralyse our reasoning faculties, and leaves us half converts, to the doctrines that we faintly combat.

They looked forth again on the scene. The mountains of Calabria were frowning on them. The village was far behind--and not a straggling light marked its situation.

Numberless stars were reflected on the gla.s.sy water, whose serenity was no longer ruffled by wing of sea bird, which long ere now had returned to its ”wave girded nest.”

Our party and the watch were the only lingerers on deck.

George wrapped Acme's silk cloak around her, and then carefully a.s.sisted her in her descent to the cabin.

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