“They stand beside a grave. Hermann sprinkles upon it a powder, which falls in sparkles of light from his fingers. The earth begins to heave; and presently, as a volcano casts up its ashes, the grave empties itself. Slowly and… — William Mudford Copy Share Image
“Come ye viewless ministers of this dread hour! Come from the fenny lake, the hanging rock, and the midnight cave! The moon is red… — William Mudford Copy Share Image
“He took the sacramental chalice, and stretching forth his bare arm, cried in a loud voice, 'Come ye viewless ministers of this dread hour!… — William Mudford Copy Share Image
“They stand beside a grave. Hermann sprinkles upon it a powder, which falls in sparkles of light from his fingers. The earth begins to… — William Mudford Copy Share Image
“Truth is not of this world; and they were fools who looked for her in the bottom of a well; her temple is the… — William Mudford Copy Share Image
