A (lrtinkcn man, ho sought with tottering «tenu The chamber, where he aauk upon tho couch. CHAPLAIN. And sleeps ? Norro. And sleeps 1—well ' if wo call that " sleep." I rather would keep watch in purgatory,— Como in thyself and see. [Taking the limp /rum th- till, h- I i ' th CHAI-I.AIS /•] the little door •» th. It ft, • hi h he opens sluxclj. Can'st make him out Ity tho lamp's glimmer?—See, open stand his eyes; And yet I'd wager ho would nothing seo Albeit tho devil himself stood there and grinned. [looking more closely into the cell anil searching round tcith his eye*. Hut look ! Is't fancy ?—Verily mcthinks There glitters round him vaporously a light— CHAPLAIN*. No, 'tis tho lamp-light's shining, and wo know It is tho property of light to shine ! NOFFO. May IMJ ! CHAPLAIN (ah j-.ring into the cell). Look, how he's crumpling that fair sheet Of paper!—all those well-formed characters ! NOFFO. That is tho letter which ho grips, as though "l'wcro rooted in his ]alm. He knits his brow, Ho stirs—hark !—hush ! - what words aro theso ho mutters ? CllAl'l UN. Nought hear I ! Norro. Hark ! Now dost thou nothing hear? •C. II!.] IIIK Tl MPLAuS IN CTPBII. 153