passionately, with the love of father and of mother, of wife and
child ... All buried!--all lost forever! ... Oh! would to God the
story of that stone were not a lie!--would to kind God he also
were dead! ...

Evening shadowed: the violet deepened and prickled itself with
stars;---the sun passed below the west, leaving in his wake a
momentary splendor of vermilion ... our Southern day is not
prolonged by gloaming. And Julien's thoughts darkened with the
darkening, and as swiftly. For while there was yet light to see,
he read another name that he used to know--the name of RAMIREZ
... Nacio en Cienfuegos, isla de Cuba ... Wherefore born?--for
what eternal purpose, Ramirez,--in the City of a Hundred Fires?
He had blown out his brains before the sepulchre of his young
wife ... It was a detached double vault, shaped like a huge
chest, and much dilapidated already:--under the continuous
burrowing of the crawfish it had sunk greatly on one side,
tilting as if about to fall. Out from its zigzag fissurings of
brick and plaster, a sinister voice seemed to come:--"Go thou and
do likewise! ... Earth groans with her burthen even now,--the
burthen of Man: she holds no place for thee!"


VIII.

... That voice pursued him into the darkness of his chilly
room,--haunted him in the silence of his lodging. And then began
within the man that ghostly struggle between courage and despair,
between patient reason and mad revolt, between weakness and
force, between darkness and light, which all sensitive and