'
'I cannot weep, Alroy; but were it in my power, I would yield a tear of
homage to the memory of those days.'
'How calmly have we sat on some high brow, and gazed upon the stars!'
''Tis very true, sweet child.'
'And if thou e'er didst chide me, 'twas half in jest, and only for my
silence.'
'What would he now infer? No matter, he grows calmer. How solemn is his
visage in the moonlight! And yet not Solomon, upon his youthful throne,
could look more beautiful.'
'I never told thee an untruth, Jabaster.'
'My life upon thy faith.'
'Fear not the pledge, and so believe me, on the mountain brow watching
the starry heavens with thyself, I was not calmer than I feel, sir,
now.'
'I do believe thee.'
'Then, Jabaster, believe as fully I am the Lord's anointed.'
'Tell me all, my child.'
'Know, then, that sleeping on the couch within, my sleep was troubled.
Many dreams I had, indefinite and broken. I recall none of their images,
except I feel a dim sensation 'twas my lot to live in brighter days than
now rise on our race. Suddenly I stood upon a mountain tall and grey,
and gazed upon the stars. And, as I gazed, a trumpet sounded. Its note
thrilled through my soul. Never have I heard a sound so awful.
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