PROGRESS OF EVENTS. THE PLOT THICKENS. THE WEB IS WOVEN, BUT THE NET CHANGES HANDS.
'AND you have the courage then, Julia, to seek the Witch of Vesuvius this evening; in company, too, with that fearful man?' 'Why, Nydia?' replied Julia, timidly; 'dost thou really think there is anything to dread? These old hags, with their enchanted mirrors, their trembling sieves, and their moon-gathered herbs, are, I imagine, but crafty impostors, who have learned, perhaps, nothing but the very charm for which I apply to their skill, and which is drawn but from the knowledge of the field's herbs and simples. Wherefore should I dread?' 'Dost thou not fear thy companion?' 'What, Arbaces? By Dian, I never saw lover more courteous than that same magician! And were he not so dark, he would be even hands
