d Daemon, darting looks so furious as
penetrated the Friar's soul with horror; 'Thus am I trifled with? Go
then! Rave in agony, expire in tortures, and then learn the extent of
the Eternal's mercy! But beware how you make me again your mock! Call
me no more till resolved to accept my offers! Summon me a second time
to dismiss me thus idly, and these Talons shall rend you into a
thousand pieces! Speak yet again; Will you sign the Parchment?'

'I will not! Leave me! Away!'

Instantly the Thunder was heard to roll horribly: Once more the earth
trembled with violence: The Dungeon resounded with loud shrieks, and
the Daemon fled with blasphemy and curses.

At first, the Monk rejoiced at having resisted the Seducer's arts, and
obtained a triumph over Mankind's Enemy: But as the hour of punishment
drew near, his former terrors revived in his heart. Their momentary
repose seemed to have given them fresh vigour. The nearer that the
time approached, the more did He dread appearing before the Throne of
God. He shuddered to think how soon He must be plunged into eternity;
How soon meet the eyes of his Creator, whom He had so grievously
offended. The Bell announced midnight: It was the signal for being
led to the Stake! As He listened to the first stroke, the blood ceased
to circulate in the Abbot's veins: He heard death and torture murmured
in each succeeding sound. He expected to see the Archers entering his
prison; and as the Bell forbore to toll, he seized the magic volume in
a fit of despair. He opened it, turned hastily to the seventh page,
and as if fearing to allow himself a moment's thought ran over the
fatal lines with rapidity. Accompanied by his former terrors, Lucifer
again stood before the Trembler.

'You have summoned me,' said the Fiend; 'Are you determined to be wise?
Will you accept my conditions? You know them already. Renounce your
claim to salvation, make over to me your soul, and I bear you from this
dungeon instantly. Yet is it time. Resolve, or it will be too late.
Will you sign the Parchment?'

'I must!--Fate urges me! I accept your conditions.'

'Sign the Parchment!' replied the Daemon in an exulting tone.

The Contract and the bloody Pen still lay upon the Table. Ambrosio drew
near it. He prepared to sign his name. A moment's reflection made him
hesitate.

'Hark!' cried the Tempter; 'They come! Be quick! Sign the Parchment,
and I bear you from hence this moment.'

In effe