e he lies just outside the tent; often have I
listened to his note when alone in this wilderness. So you do not like
Ab Gwilym; what say you to old Gothe:--

'Mist shrouds the night, and rack;
Hear, in the woods, what an awful crack!
Wildly the owls are flitting,
Hark to the pillars splitting
Of palaces verdant ever,
The branches quiver and sever,
The mighty stems are creaking,
The poor roots breaking and shrieking,
In wild mixt ruin down dashing,
O'er one another they're crashing;
Whilst 'midst the rocks so hoary,
Whirlwinds hurry and worry.
Hear'st not, sister--'

"Hark!" said Belle, "hark!"

"'Hear'st not, sister, a chorus
Of voices?'"

"No," said Belle, "but I hear a voice."

CHAPTER XV.--FIRST AID TO A POSTCHAISE AND A POSTILLION--MORE
HOSPITALITY.

I listened attentively, but I could hear nothing but the loud clashing of
branches, the pattering of rain, and the muttered growl of thunder. I
was about to tell Belle that she must have been mistaken, when I heard a
shout, indistinct, it is true, owing to the noises aforesaid, from some
part of the field above the dingle. "I will soon see what's the matter,"
said I to Belle, starting up. "I will go, too," said the girl. "Stay
where you are," said I; "if I need you I will call;" and, without waiting
for an answer, I hurried to the mouth of the dingle. I was about a few
yards only from the top of the ascent, when I beheld a blaze of light,
from whence I knew not; the next moment there was a loud crash, and I
appeared involved in a cloud of sulphurous smoke. "Lord have mercy upon
us," I heard a voice say, and methought I heard the plunging and
struggling of horses. I had stopped short on hearing the crash, for I
was half stunned; but I now hurried forward, and in a moment stood upon
the plain. Here I was instantly aware of the cause of the crash and the
smoke. One of those balls, generally called fire-balls, had fallen from
the clouds, and was burning on the plain at a short distance; and the
voice which I had heard, and the plunging, were as easily accounted for.
Near the left-hand corner of the grove which surrounded the dingle, and
about ten yards from the fire-ball, I perceived a chaise, with a
postillion on the box, who was making efforts, apparently useless, to
control his horses, which were kicking and plunging in the highest degree
of excitement. I instantly ran towards the chaise, in ord