lovely girls whom I had formerly known, ran shrieking across the street.
A personage in black, whom I was about to overtake, suddenly turned his
head and showed the features of a long-lost friend. He gave me a look
of horror and was gone.

"I passed not one step farther, but threw my eyes on a looking-glass
which stood deep within the nearest shop. At first glimpse of my own
figure I awoke, with a horrible sensation of self-terror and self-
loathing. No wonder that the affrighted city fled! I had been
promenading Broadway in my shroud!"

I should be doing injustice to my friend's memory, were I to publish
other extracts even nearer to insanity than this, front the scarcely
legible papers before me. I gather from them--for I do not remember
that he ever related to me the circumstances--that he once made a
journey, chiefly on foot, to Niagara. Some conduct of the friends among
whom he resided in his native village was constructed by him into
oppression. These were the friends to whose care he had been committed
by his parents, who died when Oberon was about twelve years of age.
Though he had always been treated by them with the most uniform
kindness, and though a favorite among the people of the village rather
on account of the sympathy which they felt in his situation than from
any merit of his own, such was the waywardness of his temper, that on
a slight provocation he ran away from the home that sheltered him,
expressing openly his determination to die sooner than return to the
detested spot. A severe illness overtook him after he had been absent
about four months. While ill, he felt how unsoothing were the kindest
looks and tones of strangers. He rose from his sick-bed a better man,
and determined upon a speedy self-atonement by returning to his native
town. There he lived, solitary and sad, but forgiven and cherished by