"If some mortal, born too soon, Were laid away in some great trance--the ages Coming and going all the while--till dawned His true time's advent; and could then record The words they spoke who kept watch by his bed, Then I might tell more of the breath so light Upon my eyelids, and the fingers warm Among my hair. Youth is confused; yet never So dull was I but, when that spirit passed, I turned to him, scarce consciously, as turns A water-snake when fairies cross his sleep." --BROWNING: _Paracelsus_.
This was the letter which Sir Hugo put into Deronda's hands:,
TO MY SON, DANIEL DERONDA.

This was the letter which Sir Hugo gave to Deronda:-
'TO MY SON, DANIEL DERONDA.
