perform the prelude to the exercises of Morok, by devouring, in the presence of the crowd, several pounds of raw flesh.     

       “My share and Death’s are below stairs, and here are those of Cain and Judas,” said Goliath, pointing to the chunk of beef. “Where is the cleaver, that I may cut it in two?—No preference here—beast or man—every gullet must have it’s own.”      

       Then, rolling up one of the sleeves of his vest, he exhibited a fore-arm hairy as skin of a wolf, and knotted with veins as large as one’s thumb.     

       “I say, master, where’s the cleaver?”—He again began, as he cast round his eyes in search of that instrument. But instead of replying to this inquiry, the Prophet put many questions to his disciple.     

       “Were you below when just now some new travellers arrived at the inn?”      

       “Yes, master; I was coming from the slaughter-house.”      

       “Who are these travellers?”      

       “Two young lasses mounted on a white horse, and an old fellow with a big       moustache. But the cleaver?—my beasts are hungry and so am I—the cleaver!”      

       “Do you know where they have lodged these travellers?”      

       “The host took them to the far end of the court-yard.”      

       “The building, which overlooks the fields?”      

       “Yes, master—but the cleaver—”      

       A burst of frightful roaring shook the loft, and interrupted Goliath.     

       “Hark to them!” he exclaimed; “hunger has driven the beasts wild. If I could roar, I should do as they do. I have never seen Judas and Cain as they are to-night; they leap in their cages as if they’d knock all to pieces. As for Death, her eyes shine more than usual like candles—poor Death!”      

       “So these girls are lodged in the building at the end of the court-yard,”        resumed Morok, without attending to the observations of Goliath.     

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