ABSTRACT
The storm which drove the poor soldier into Dr. Homily’s hospitable mansion, became, at this time, very alarming. Sheets of lightning illumined the horizon. The thunder-claps were sufficiently tremendous to appal the stoutest bosom. Unfortunately a violent stroke discharged itself on the roof, passed through a chamber where the grandson of Dr. Homily slept, and gliding down stairs, penetrated through the cellar into the earth, filling the house with smoke and sulphur. The roof and upper apartments were soon in a blaze. An universal consternation ensued. Dr. Sourby fell flat on his face; his knees quivered, and he was unable to rise or articulate.
