They entered, and found to their surprise Eispeth alone, sitting ghastly on the hearth,' like the personification of Old Age in the Hunter's Song of the Owl, wrinkled, tattered, vile, dim-eyed, discolored, torpid.' .... She dismissed her spindle from her hand to twirl upon the floor, and soon seemed exclusively occupied in regulating its motion."- Part II. p. 186. LIBRARY EDITION. VOL. III. THE ANTIQUARY. I knew Anselmo. He was shrewd and prudent; Or the rare melody of some old ditty, That first was sung to please King Pepin's cradle. FROM THE LAST REVISED EDITION, CONTAINING THE AUTHOR'S PARKER'S EDITION. BOSTON: SANBORN, CARTER AND BAZIN. NEW YORK: J. S. REDFIELD; C. S. FRANCIS & CO. 1855. |