'Yet a few moments pass,' said ALMORAN, and
thou art nothing.' HAMET, who doubted not of the power of the talisman,
and knew that ALMORAN had no principles which would restrain him from
using it to his destruction, resigned himself to death, with a sacred
joy that he had escaped from guilt. ALMORAN then, with an elation of
mind that sparkled in his eyes, and glowed upon his cheek, stretched out
his hand, in which he held the scroll; and a lamp of burning sulphur was
immediately suspended in the air before him: he held the mysterious
writing in the flame; and as it began to burn, the place shook with
reiterated thunder, of which every peal was more terrible and more
loud. HAMET, wrapping his robe round him, cried out, 'In the Fountain
of Life that flows for ever, let my life be mingled! Let me not be, as
if I had never been; but still conscious of my being, let me still
glorify Him from whom it is derived, and be still happy in his love!'
ALMORAN, who was absorbed in the anticipation of his own felicity, heard
the thunder without dread, as the proclamation of his triumph: 'Let thy
hopes,' said he, 'be thy portion; and the pleasures that I have secured,
shall be mine.' As he pronounced these words, he started as at a sudden
pang; his eyes became fixed, and his posture immoveable; yet his senses
still remained, and he perceived the Genius once more to stand before
him.
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