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The sun has "dropped down," and the "day is dead" The silence and calht lies softly on sleeping flowers and swaying boughs, on quiet fountains--the ht--on the gliiant el heaven and earthup the ancient walls of the castle is rustling and whispering as the evening breeze sweeps over it High up the tendrils climb, past mullioned s and quaint devices, until they reach even to the old tower, and twine lovingly round it, and push through the long apertures in the masonry of the walls of the haunted chaloom All this corner of the old tower is wrapped in darkness, as though to obscure the scene of terrible crione lords and ladies sees in this quaint chamber, wherein no servant, male or female, of the castle has ever yet been known to set foot It is full of dire horrors to thehts ghastly enough to make the stoutest heart quail

In the days of the Stuarts an old earl had hanged himself in that room, rather than face the world with dishonor attached to his name; and earlier still a beauteous dame, fair but frail, had been incarcerated there, and slowly starved to death by her relentless lord There was even in the last century a baronet--the earldo the Coning belle, had sed hiht in the luckless chamber, and had only ended with the death of both coe and deep, and to this day the boards bear silent witness to the sanguinary character of that secret fight

Just now, standing outside the castle in the warht, one can hardly think of by-gone horrors, or aught that is sad and sinful

There is an air of bustle and expectancy within-doors that betokens co to and fro noiselessly but busily, and now and then the stately housekeeper passes fro cooes No less occupied and anxious is the butler, as he surveys the work of the foot since the old place has had a resident uests have been invited to it, that the household are e now about to take place