Identifier: astrologerofnine00raph (find matches)
Title: The astrologer of the nineteenth century
Year: 1825 (1820s)
Authors: Raphael, pseud., 1795-1832 Anglicus, Merlinus, junior, Gent
Subjects: Astrology Occultism
Publisher: London : Knight & Lacey
Contributing Library: Yale University, Cushing/Whitney Medical Library
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uish the surrounding ob-ject. We now perceived, with horror and astonishment, that thislight proceeded from the inside of the leaden coffin, the lid of which,gradually lifting up, apparently from some internal force, at lengthdisclosed to view a human figure, pale and ghostly, clad in a flowingwhite garment, stained with blood. With wild disorder in her looks,she cast her hollow eyes around ; pushed back the long black tressesof her hair, which, matted with gore, descended below her waist,and, baring her bosom, pointed to the gaping orifice of a deadlywound, inflicted beneath her left breast. Drops of blood stilltrickled from her pierced heart, and dreadfully resounded her groansfrom the vault. Approaching the other circle with a furious threatening mien, sheseemed preparing to rush upon us. The sage stretched forth hishand, struck thrice with his wand against the magic boundary, andinstantly the threatening form shrank back. Who art thou? demanded the apparition ; and by what au- j 1
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Drsi«n.i bvM Fbfsel ..fez^otino H-Mri teargeRa&jB- AWFUL INVOCATION OF A SPIRIT. ICXN (i THE .NECROMANCER, 51 thority dare thy unhallowed steps profane the place where spiritsunembodied seek repose ? And who art thou ! replied the sage sternly, and not the leastdaunted, that darest disturb the peace of this ill-fated mansion ? Not I! howled she, in a lamentable piteous tone of voice;•■ not I, but the damned spirit of my husband ! Bear witness, thisaccursed steel—displaying a bloody dagger in her right hand—bearwitness, this deep wound, still reeking with my gore ; here sheagain pointed to her breast— tis ive, and lie alone, disturbs thepeace of this whole village; tis he that violates even my repose fThe Sage. But wherefore ? Spirit. No time was given for repentance : no friendly warningbade me in haste secure my peace with heaven. Fearless, I pressed thedowny couch ; undreaded and unseen, the dark assassin dealt themurderous blow. Thus sent with all my sins unpardoned

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