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11 Then as she heard the hollow wind howl dismally through the forest, an icy chill sank to her souls all the horrors of her forlorn and desolate situation flushed again upon her mind, and bitter tears rolled unheaded down her cheeks.

Francis and his daughter were Catholics, but as their Danish Neighbours were all bigotted Mutherans, they were compelled to rear an humble alter to the Virgin, in their own lowly dwelling, before which Francis would frequently kneel for hours together, apparently quite absorbed by the fervency of his devotion. Upon one day in particuiar, that of all Souls, this devotion became penance; for on that day, Francis neither ate nor spake. He shut himself up in the cabinet which contained his humble alter, and uttered shrieks and groans of so horrible a nature, that the passing foresters, who heard them, thought he must be holding converse with evil spirits. At other times, Francis quitted his dwelling with the dawn, and did not return till night; when his livid countenance, and evident exhaustation terrified his gentle daughter, who, heard ways found, had provided some simple refreshment to revive him; and who endeavoured to cheer him, whilst he partook of his repast, with a song. Nature hail blest Juliana with a molodious voice, and as her