the sight, for I had perceived no one approach-had heard no footstep advance towards me, and was satisfied that no one besides myself could be in the garden. The presence of the figure inspired me with an undefinable awe! and, I can scarce tell why, but a thrilling presentiment convinced me that it was a supernatural visitant. Without motion-without lifewithout substance, it seemed; yet still the outward character of life was there. I started to my feet. God! what did I behold? The face was turned to me- my father's face! And what an aspect-what a look! Time can never efface that terrible expression; it is graven upon my memory-I cannot describe it. It was not anger-it was not pain: it was as if an eternity of wo were stamped upon its features. It was too dreadful to behold. I would fain have averted my gaze -my eyes were fascinated-fixed- I could not withdraw them from the ghastly countenance. I shrank from it, yet

stirred not-I could not move a limb. Noiselessly gliding towards me, the apparition approached. I could not retreat. It stood obstinately beside me. I became as one half dead. The phantom shook its head with the deepest despair; and as the word 'Return!' sounded hollowly in my ears, it gradually melted from my view. I cannot tell how I recovered from the swoon into which I fell, but daybreak saw me on my way to England. I am here. On that night-at that same hour,

my father died."

"It was, after all, then, a supernatural summons that you received?" said Small.

"Undoubtedly," replied Ranulph.

"Humph!—the coincidence, I own, is sufficiently curious," returned Small, musingly; "but it would not be difficult, I think, to discover a satisfactory explanation of the delusion."

"There was no delusion," replied Ranulph, coldly, "the figure was as palpable as your own. Can I doubt, when I behold this result? Could any deceit have been practised upon me, at that distance? -the precise time, moreover, agreeing. Did not the phantom bid me return?—I have returned - he is dead. I have gazed upon a being of another world. doubt were impious, after that look."

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"Whatever my opinions may be, my dear young friend," returned Small gravely, "I will suspend them for the

present. You are still greatly excited. Let me advise you to seek some repose."

"I am easier," replied Ranulph; "but you are right, I will endeavour to snatch a little rest. Something within tells me all is not yet accomplished. What remains?—I shudder to think of it. I will rejoin you at midnight. I shall myself attend the solemnity. Adieu!"

Ranulph quitted the room.

Small sighingly shook his head, and having lighted his pipe, was presently buried in a profundity of smoke and metaphysical speculation.

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Oh, he's a happy husband!

Now he owes nature nothing.

And look upon this creature as his wife.

She comes not like a widow she comes armed

With scorn and impudence. Is this a mourning habit?

The White Devil.

THE progress of our narrative demands our presence in another apartment of the hall- a large, lonesome chamber, situate in the eastern wing of the house, already described as the most ancient part of the building—the sombre appearance of which was greatly increased by the dingy, discoloured tapestry that clothed its walls; the record of the patience and industry of a certain Dame Dorothy Rookwood, who flourished some centuries ago, and whose skilful needle had illustrated the slaughter of the Innocents, with a severity of gusto, and sanguinary minuteness of detail, truly surprising, in a lady so amiable as she was represented to have been. Grim-visaged Herod glared from the ghostly woof, with his shadowy legions, executing their murderous purposes, grouped like a troop of Sabbathdancing witches around him. Mysterious twilight, admitted through the deep, dark, mullioned windows, revealed the antique furniture of the room, which still boasted a sort of mildewed splendour, more imposing, perhaps, than its original

gaudy magnificence; and showed the lofty hangings, and tall, hearse-like canopy of a bedstead, once a couch of state, but now destined for the repose of Lady Rookwood. The stiff crimson hangings were embroidered in gold, with the arms and cipher of Elizabeth, from whom the apartment, having once been occupied by that sovereign, obtained the name of the "Queen's Room."

The sole tenant of this chamber was a female, in whose countenance, if time and strong emotion had written strange defeatures, they had not obliterated its striking beauty, and classical grandeur of expression. It was a face majestical and severe. Pride was stamped in all its lines; and though each passion was, by turns, developed, it was evident that all were subordinate to the sin by which the angels fell. The contour of her face was formed in the purest Grecian mould, and might have been a model for Medea; so well did the gloomy grandeur of the brow, the severe chiselling of the lip, the rounded beauty of the throat, and the faultless symmetry of her full form, accord with the beau ideal of antique perfection. Shaded by smooth folds of raven hair, which still maintained its jetty die, her lofty forehead would have been displayed to the greatest advantage, had it not been at this moment knit and deformed, by excess of passion, if that passion can be said to deform, which only calls forth strong and vehement expression. Her figure, which wanted only height to give it dignity, was arrayed in the garb of widowhood; and if she exhibited none of the desolation of heart, which such a bereavement might have been expected to awaken, she was evidently a prey to feelings scarcely less harrowing. At the particular time of which we speak, Lady Rookwood, for she it was, was occupied in the investigation of the contents of an escritoir. Examining the papers which it contained, with great deliberation, she threw each aside, as soon as she had satisfied herself of its purport, until she arrived at a little package, carefully tied up with black riband, and sealed. This, Lady Rookwood hastily broke open, and drew forth a small miniature. It was that of a female, young and beautiful, rudely, yet faithfully executed-faithfully, we say, for there was an air of sweetness and simplicity and, in short, a look of reality and nature, about the picture, (it is seldom, indeed, that we mistake a likeness, even if we are unacquainted with the original,) that attested the artist's fidelity.

The face was as radiant with smiles as a bright day with sunbeams. The portrait was set in gold, and behind it was looped a lock of the darkest and finest hair. Underneath the miniature was written, in Sir Piers's hand, the words "Lady Rookwood.” A slip of folded paper was also attached to it.

Lady Rookwood scornfully scrutinised the features for a few moments, and then unfolded the paper, at the sight of which she started, and turned pale. "Thank God!" she cried, "this is in my possession-while I hold this, we are safe. Were it not better to destroy this evidence at once?—No, no, not - it shall not part from me. I will abide Ranulph's return. This document will give me a power over him such as I could never otherwise obtain." Placing the marriage certificate, for such it was, within her breast, and laying the miniature upon the table, she next proceeded, deliberately, to arrange the disordered contents of the box.

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All outward traces of emotion had, ere this, become so subdued in Lady Rookwood, that although she had, only a few moments previously, exhibited the extremity of passionate indignation, she now, apparently without effort, resumed entire composure, and might have been supposed to be engaged in a matter of little interest to herself. It was a dread calm, which they who knew her would have trembled to behold. "From these letters I gather," exclaimed she, "that their wretched offspring knows not of his fortune. So far well. There is no channel whence he can derive information, and my first care shall be to prevent his obtaining any clue to the secret of his birth. I am directed to provide for him—ha, ha! I will provide―a grave! There will I bury him and his secret. My son's security and my own wrong demand it. I must choose surer hands—the work must not be half done, as heretofore. And now, I bethink me, he is in the neighbourhood, connected with a gang of poachers-'tis as I could wish it." At this moment a knock at the chamber door broke upon her meditations. " Agnes, is it you?" demanded Lady Rookwood. Thus summoned, the old attendant entered the room.

Why are my orders disobeyed?" asked the lady, in a severe tone of voice. "Did I not say, when you delivered me this package from Mr. Coates, which he himself wished to present, that I would not be disturbed."

“Speak out,” said Lady Rookwood, somewhat more mildly, perceiving, from Agnes's manner, that she had something of importance to communicate. "What is it brings you hither?” "I am sorry," returned Agnes, "to disturb your ladyship, but-but

"But what?" interrupted Lady Rookwood, impatiently. "I could not help it, my lady—he would have me come; he said he was resolved to see your ladyship, whether you would

or not."

"Would see me, ha!- is it so? I guess his errand, and its object he has some suspicion. No, that cannot be-he would not dare to tamper with these seals. Agnes, I will not see him."

"But he swears, my lady, that he will not leave the house, without seeing you-he would have forced his way into your

presence, if I had not consented to announce him."

"Insolent!" exclaimed Lady Rookwood, with a glance of indignation; "force his way! I promise you he shall not display an equal anxiety to repeat the visit. Tell Mr. Coates I will see him."

"Mr. Coates! Mercy on us! my lady, it's not he. He'd never have intruded upon you unask'd. No such thing. He knows his place too well. No, no, it's not Mr. Coates"If not he who is it?"

"Luke Bradley—your ladyship knows whom I mean." "He here-now?

"Yes, my lady; and looking so fierce and strange, I was quite frightened to see him. He looked so like his-his

"His father, you would say-speak out."

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"No, my lady, his grandfather-old Sir Reginald. He's the very image of him; but had not your ladyship better ring the alarm bell? and when he comes in, I'll run and fetch the servants -he's dangerous, I'm sure.'

"I have no fears of him. He will see me, you say.

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Ay, will," exclaimed Luke, as he threw open the door, and shut it forcibly after him, striding towards Lady Rookwood, nor abide longer delay."

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It was an instant or two ere Lady Rookwood, thus taken by surprise, could command speech. She fixed her eyes, with a look of keen and angry inquiry, upon the bold intruder, who,