This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1843 ...mad desperation, he roared, and kicked, and hattled with the fiends, but to no purpose. He was soon overpowered; till, at the very height of the melee, a silvery voice pierced through the rest, exclaiming, "Silence!" All were in an instant hushed, and a sylph-like form approached the belligerents. " How's this, rebellious spirits V she exclaimed. " Is it thus ye use one of your own ethereal species? Unhand him instantly!" They obeyed, much to the delight of Max; who, somewhat reassured by the mild, and as he thought familiar tones of the newly-arrived fairy, began to feel a little more at home amongst the supernals. "Approach!" said the sylph, evidently a person of some consideration. Max did as he was ordered. " Is it possible," continued she, w dear brother, that you do not recollect me V' I do not, indeed, most estimable spirit, '" deprecatingly replied Max. " What! can this be reality, or only subterfuge? Can the dull, clayey com-pound, human sense, have quite obliterated all remembrance of your once pure etheriality?" sternly demanded the fairy questioner. M What do you mean, wortby fiend V " Wby, that thou art our long-lost brother, who, having for some vile, unwortby purpose, given up tby spiritual existence, would now meanly deny all kindred with us." " But, upon my honour " " Silence! Have you not lived, for upwards of twenty years, in the likeness of a foolish clod, called Maximilian Btokk?" " Wby," said Max, beginning to he a little staggered about his actual humanity, " 'tis true 1 am that same clod you mention, yet--" " Enough! he has confessed; let him receive the punishment he deserves." Writh a wild yell, they were about to ...