THE    GLIMPSES    OP    THE    MO


The  gibbou3  moon  hung  midway  down  the  zenith  oyer  the
vast  and  sleeping  cltj,  a  lob  of  spectral  liglit  in  the  cold  bine
heavens,  over  a  fantastic  brood  of  dreams.  Daniel  Webster'a
liegemen  and  victims  slept,  and  Blacit  Dan  hhnself,  liegeman
and  Tlctim  to  a  darker  pop-er  than  ho,  slept  also ;  but  the
Uegemen  and  victims  of  Dan  Cnpld  had  a  more  nnceitain
chance  of  slumber,  and  fonr  among  them  at  least  had  wakeful
eyes  that  night  as  the  moon  was  gomg  down.
As  the  moon  was  going  down,  its  pale  gleam  fell  npon  the
palhd  fece  and  disordered  form  of  Wentworth.  He  had  risen
from  his  bod,  and  was  sittmg,  half  dressed,  at  Ms  open  chamber
wmdow,  m  an  upper  story  of  his  father's  house  on  Tremont
street,  and  brooding  moumfuUj  on  the  misshapen  planet  which
hang  hke  a  huge,  bulging  drop  of  watery  lustre  above  the  roofs
beyond  the  Common  trees.  His  bed,  all  torsed  and  tmnbled
ghmmered  m  white  confusion  behind  hhn,  and  faint  rays  of
moonlight  touched  the  Unes  of  the  gilt  frames  upon  the  walls
the  books  upon  their  shelves,  the  ghostly  bnsts  and  statuette^
around  the  chamber,  and  the  dark,  goblin  shapes  of  the  du-
arranged  furniture.  Within  the  chamber  aU  was  dusk  disorder
and  »  dusk  disorder  was  within  the  clouded  mmd  and  achinji
heart  of  its  tenant.
