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Hail, ood-This is the balmy breath of morn,

Just as the dew-bent rose is born But chief when evening scenes decay

And the faint landscape swims away,

Thine is the doubtful, soft decline,

And that best hour ofthine

THOMSON

Emily's injunctions to Annette to be silent on the subject of her terror

were ineffectual, and the occurrence of the preceding night spread such

alar the servants, who now all affirmed, that they had frequently

heard unaccountable noises in the chateau, that a report soon reached

the Count of the north side of the castle being haunted He treated

this, at first, with ridicule, but, perceiving, that it was productive

of serious evil, in the confusion it occasioned a his household, he

forbade any person to repeat it, on pain of punishment

The arrival of a party of his friends soon withdrew his thoughts

entirely from this subject, and his servants had now little leisure to

brood over it, except, indeed, in the evenings after supper, when they

all assehosts, till they