The Keepsake Stories ..........................................................................................................................................1

Walter Scott.............................................................................................................................................1

1. My Aunt Margaret's Mirror.................................................................................................................1

INTRODUCTION..................................................................................................................................1

CHAPTER 1. THE MIRROR. ................................................................................................................7

CHAPTER II. ........................................................................................................................................11

2. The Tapestried Chamber ....................................................................................................................20

THE TAPESTRIED CHAMBER; or, THE LADY IN THE SACQUE. ..............................................21

DEATH OF THE LAIRD'S JOCK. .......................................................................................................29

The species of publication which has come to be generally known by the title of Annual, being a miscellany

of prose and verse, equipped with numerous engravings, and put forth every year about Christmas, had

flourished for a long while in Germany, before it was imitated in this country by an enterprising bookseller, a

German by birth, Mr Ackermann. The rapid success of his work, as is the custom of the time, gave birth to a

host of rivals, and, among others, to an Annual styled The Keepsake, the first volume of which appeared in

1828, and attracted much notice, chiefly in consequence of the very uncommon splendour of its illustrative

accompaniments. The expenditure which the spirited proprietors lavished on this magnificent volume, is

understood to have been not less than from ten to twelve thousand pounds sterling!

Various gentlemen of such literary reputation that any one might think it an honour to be associated with

them, had been announced as contributors to this Annual, before application was made to me to assist in it;

and I accordingly placed with much pleasure at the Editor's disposal a few fragments, originally designed to

have been worked into the Chronicles of the Canongate, besides a MS. Drama, the longneglected

The Keepsake for 1828 included, however, only three of these little prose talesof which the first in order

was that entitled ``My Aunt Margaret's Mirror.'' By way of introduction to this, when now included in a

general collection of my lucubrations, I have only to say, that it is a mere transcript, or at least with very little

embellishment, of a story that I remembered being struck with in my childhood, when told at the fireside by a

lady of eminent virtues, and no inconsiderable share of talent, one of the ancient and honourable house of

Swinton. She was a kind relation of my own, and met her death in a manner so shocking, being killed in a fit

of insanity by a female attendant who had been attached to her person for half a lifetime, that I cannot now

recall her memory, child as I was when the catastrophe occurred, without a painful reawakening of perhaps

This good spinster had in her composition a strong vein of the superstitious, and was pleased, among other

fancies, to read alone in her chamber by a taper fixed in a candlestick which she had had formed out of a

human skull. One night this strange piece of furniture acquired suddenly the power of locomotion, and, after

performing some odd circles on her chimneypiece, fairly leaped on the floor, and continued to roll about the

apartment. Mrs Swinton calmly proceeded to the adjoining room for another light, and had the satisfaction to

penetrate the mystery on the spot. Rats abounded in the ancient building she inhabited, and one of these had

managed to ensconce itself within her favourite memento mori. Though thus endowed with a more than

feminine share of nerve, she entertained largely that belief in supernaturals, which in those times was not

considered as sitting ungracefully on the grave and aged of her condition; and the story of the Magic Mirror

was one for which she vouched with particular confidence, alleging indeed that one of her own family had

Stories enow of much the same cast will present themselves to the recollection of such of my readers as have

ever dabbled in a species of lore to which I certainly gave more hours, at one period of my life, than I should

My Aunt Margaret was one of that respected sisterhood, upon whom devolve all the trouble and solicitude

incidental to the possession of children, excepting only that which attends their entrance into the world. We

were a large family, of very different dispositions and constitutions. Some were dull and peevishthey

were sent to Aunt Margaret to be amused; some were rude, romping, and boisterousthey were sent to

Aunt Margaret to be kept quiet, or rather, that their noise might be removed out of hearing: those who were

indisposed were sent with the prospect of being nursed those who were stubborn, with the hope of their

being subdued by the kindness of Aunt Margaret's discipline; in short, she had all the various duties of a

mother, without the credit and dignity of the maternal character. The busy scene of her various cares is now

overof the invalids and the robust, the kind and the rough, the peevish and pleased children, who

thronged her little parlour from morning to night, not one now remains alive but myself; who, afflicted by

early infirmity, was one of the most delicate of her nurselings, yet, nevertheless, have outlived them all.

It is still my custom, and shall be so while I have the use of my limbs, to visit my respected relation at least

three times aweek. Her abode is about half a mile from the suburbs of the town in which I reside; and is

accessible, not only by the highroad, from which it stands at some distance, but by means of a greensward

footpath, leading through some pretty meadows. I have so little left to torment me in life, that it is one of my

greatest vexations to know that several of these sequestered fields have been devoted as sites for building. In

that which is nearest the town, wheelbarrows have been at work for several weeks in such numbers, that, I

verily believe, its whole surface, to the depth of at least eighteen inches, was mounted in these monotrochs at

the same moment, and in the act of being transported from one place to another. Huge triangular piles of

planks are also reared in different parts of the devoted messuage; and a little group of trees, that still grace the

eastern end, which rises in a gentle ascent, have just received warning to quit, expressed by a daub of white

It would, perhaps, hurt others in my situation to reflect that this little range of pasturage once belonged to my

father, (whose family was of some consideration in the world,) and was sold by patches to remedy distresses

in which be involved himself in an attempt by commercial adventure to redeem his diminished fortune. While

the building scheme was in full operation, this circumstance was often pointed out to me by the class of

friends who are anxious that no part of your misfortunes should escape your observation. ``Such

pastureground! lying at the very town's endin turnips and potatoes, the parks would bring L.20 per

acre, and if leased for buildingO, it was a gold mine!And all sold for an old song out of the ancient

possessor's hands!'' My comforters cannot bring me to repine much on this subject. If I could be allowed to

look back on the past without interruption, I could willingly give up the enjoyment of present income, and the

hope of future profit, to those who have purchased what my father sold. I regret the alteration of the ground

only because it destroys associations, and I would more willingly (I think) see the Earl's Closes in the hands

of strangers, retaining their silvan appearance, than know them for my own, if torn up by agriculture, or

I hope, however, the threatened devastation will not be consummated in my day. Although the adventurous

spirit of times short while since passed gave rise to the undertaking, I have been encouraged to think, that the

subsequent changes have so far damped the spirit of speculation, that the rest of the woodland footpath

leading to Aunt Margaret's retreat will be left undisturbed for her time and mine. I am interested in this, for

every step of the way, after I have passed through the green already mentioned, has for me something of early

remembrance:There is the stile at which I can recollect a cross child'smaid upbraiding me with my

infirmity, as she lifted me coarsely and carelessly over the flinty steps, which my brothers traversed with

shout and bound. I remember the suppressed bitterness of the moment, and, conscious of my own inferiority,

the feeling of envy with which I regarded the easy movements and elastic steps of my more happily formed

brethren. Alas! these goodly barks have all perished on life's wide ocean, and only that which seemed so little

seaworthy, as the naval phrase goes, has reached the port when the tempest is over. Then there is the pool,

where, manoeuvring our little navy, constructed out of the broad waterflags, my elder brother fell in, and

was scarce saved from the watery element to die under Nelson's banner. There is the hazel copse also, in

which my brother Henry used to gather nuts, thinking little that he was to die in an Indian jungle in quest of

There is so much more of remembrance about the little walk, thatas I stop, rest on my crutchheaded

cane, and look round with that species of comparison between the thing I was and that which I now amit

almost induces me to doubt my own identity; until I found myself in face of the honeysuckle porch of Aunt

Margaret's dwelling, with its irregularity of front, and its odd projecting latticed windows; where the

workmen seem to have made a study that no one of them should resemble another, in form, size, or in the

oldfashioned stone entablature and labels which adorn them. This tenement, once the manorhouse of Earl's

Closes, we still retain a slight hold upon; for, in some family arrangements, it had been settled upon Aunt

Margaret during the term of her life. Upon this frail tenure depends, in a great measure, the last shadow of the

family of Bothwell of Earl's Closes, and their last slight connexion with their paternal inheritance. The only

representative will then be an infirm old man, moving not unwillingly to the grave, which has devoured all

When I have indulged such thoughts for a minute or two, I enter the mansion, which is said to have been the

gatehouse only of the original building, and find one being on whom time seems to have made little

impression; for the Aunt Margaret of today bears the same proportional age to the Aunt Margaret of my

early youth, that the boy of ten years old does to the Man of (by'r Lady!) some fiftysix years. The old lady's

invariable costume has doubtless some share in confirming one in the opinion, that time has stood still with

The brown or chocolatecoloured silk gown, with ruffles of the same stuff at the elbow, within which are

others of Mechlin lacethe black silk gloves, or mitts, the white hair combed back upon a roll, and the cap

of spotless cambric, which closes around the venerable countenance, as they were not the costume of 1780,

so neither were they that of 1826; they are altogether a style peculiar to the individual Aunt Margaret. There

she still sits, as she sat thirty years since, with her wheel or the stocking, which she works by the fire in

winter, and by the window in summer, or, perhaps, venturing as far as the porch in an unusually fine summer

evening. Her frame, like some wellconstructed piece of mechanics, still performs the operations for which it

had seemed destined; going its round with an activity which is gradually diminished, yet indicating no

The solicitude and affection which had made Aunt Margaret the willing slave to the inflictions of a whole

nursery, have now for their object the health and comfort of one old and infirm man; the last remaining

relative of her family, and the only one who can still find interest in the traditional stores which she hoards; as

some miser hides the gold which he desires that no one should enjoy after his death.

My conversation with Aunt Margaret generally relates little either to the present or to the future: for the

passing day we possess as much as we require, and we neither of us wish for more; and for that which is to

follow we have on this side of the grave neither hopes, nor fears, nor anxiety. We therefore naturally look

back to the past; and forget the present fallen fortunes and declined importance of our family, in recalling the

With this slight introduction, the reader will know as much of Aunt Margaret and her nephew as is necessary

Last week, when, late in a summer evening, I went to call on the old lady to whom my reader is now

introduced, I was received by her with all her usual affection and benignity; while, at the same time, she

seemed abstracted and disposed to silence. I asked her the reason. ``They have been clearing out the old

chapel,'' she said; ``John Clayhudgeons having, it seems, discovered that the stuff withinbeing, I suppose,

Here I started up with more alacrity than I have displayed for some years; but sat down while my aunt added,

laying her hand upon my sleeve, ``The chapel has been long considered as common ground, my dear, and

used for a penfold, and what objection can we have to the man for employing what is his own, to his own

profit? Besides, I did speak to him, and he very readily and civilly promised, that if he found bones or

monuments, they should be carefully respected and reinstated; and what more could I ask? So, the first stone

they found bore the name of Margaret Bothwell, 1585, and I have caused it to be laid carefully aside, as I

think it betokens death; and having served my namesake two hundred years, it has just been cast up in time to

do me the same good turn. My house has been long put in order, as far as the small earthly concerns require

``After what you have said, aunt,'' I replied, ``perhaps I ought to take my hat and go away, and so I should,

but that there is on this occasion a little alloy mingled with your devotion. To think of death at all times is a

dutyto suppose it nearer, from the finding an old gravestone, is superstition; and you, with your strong

useful common sense, which was so long the prop of a fallen family, are the last person whom I should have

``Neither would I deserve your suspicions, kinsman,'' answered Aunt Margaret, ``if we were speaking of any

incident occurring in the actual business of human life. But for all this, I have a sense of superstition about

me, which I do not wish to part with. It is a feeling which separates me from this age, and links me with that

to which I am hastening; and even when it seems, as now, to lead me to the brink of the grave, and bids me

gaze on it, I do not love that it should be dispelled. It soothes my imagination, without influencing my reason

``I profess, my good lady,'' replied I, ``that had any one but you made such a declaration, I should have

thought it as capricious as that of the clergyman, who, without vindicating his false reading, preferred, from

``Well,'' answered my aunt, ``I must explain my inconsistency in this particular, by comparing it to another. I

am, as you know, a piece of that oldfashioned thing called a Jacobite; but I am so in sentiment and feeling

only; for a more loyal subject never joined in prayers for the health and wealth of George the Fourth, whom

God long preserve! But I dare say that kindhearted sovereign would not deem that an old woman did him

much injury, if she leaned back in her armchair, just in such a twilight as this, and thought of the

highmettled men, whose sense of duty called them to arms against his grandfather; and how, in a cause

Do not come at such a moment, when my head is fall of plaids, pibrochs, and claymores, and ask my reason

to admit what, I am afraid, it cannot deny I mean, that the public advantage peremptorily demanded that

these things should cease to exist. I cannot, indeed, refuse to allow the justice of your reasoning; but yet,

being convinced against my will, you will gain little by your motion. You might as well read to an infatuated

lover the catalogue of his mistress's imperfections; for, when he has been compelled to listen to the summary,

I was not sorry to have changed the gloomy train of Aunt Margaret's thoughts, and replied in the same tone,

``Well, I can't help being persuaded that our good King is the more sure of Mrs Bothwell's loyal affection,

that he has the Stuart right of birth, as well as the Act of Succession in his favour.''

``Perhaps my attachment, were it source of consequence, might be found warmer for the union of the rights

you mention,'' said Aunt Margaret; ``but, upon my word, it would be as sincere if the King's right were

founded only on the will of the nation, as declared at the Revolution. I am none of your jure divino folks.''

``And a Jacobite notwithstanding; or rather, I will give you leave to call me one of the party, which, in Queen

Anne's time, were called Whimsicals; because they were sometimes operated upon by feelings, sometimes by

principle. After all, it is very hard that you will not allow an old woman to be as inconsistent in her political

sentiments, as mankind in general show themselves in all the various courses of life; since you cannot point

out one of them, in which the passions and prejudice of those who pursue it are not perpetually carrying us

``True, aunt; but you are a wilful wanderer, who should be forced back into the right path.''

``Spare me, I entreat you,'' replied Aunt Margaret. ``You remember the Gaelic song, though I dare say I

I tell you, kinsman, that the sort of waking dreams which my imagination spins out, in what your favourite

Wordsworth calls `moods of my own mind,' are worth all the rest of my more active days. Then, instead of

looking forwards, as I did in youth, and forming for myself fairy palaces, upon the verge of the grave, I turn

my eyes backward upon the days and manners of my better time; and the sad, yet soothing recollections come

so close and interesting, that I almost think it sacrilege to be wiser or more rational, or less prejudiced, than

``I think I now understand what you mean,'' I answered, ``and can comprehend why you should occasionally

``Where there is no task,'' she rejoined, ``to be performed, we may sit in the dark if we like it if we go to

``And amidst such shadowy and doubtful light,'' continued I, ``imagination frames her enchanted and

``Yes,'' said Aunt Margaret, who is a wellread woman, ``to those who resemble the translator of Tasso,

It is not required for this purpose, that you should be sensible of the painful horrors which an actual belief in

such prodigies inflictssuch a belief, nowadays, belongs only to fools and children. It is not necessary

that your ears should tingle, and your complexion change, like that of Theodore, at the approach of the

spectral huntsman. All that is indispensable for the enjoyment of the milder feeling of supernatural awe is,

that you should be susceptible of the slight shuddering which creeps over you when you hear a tale of

terrorthat wellvouched tale which the narrator, having first expressed his general disbelief of all such

legendary lore, selects and produces, as having something in it which he has been always obliged to give up

as inexplicable. Another symptom is, a momentary hesitation to look round you, when the interest of the

narrative is at the highest; and the third, a desire to avoid looking into a mirror, when you are alone, in your

chamber, for the evening. I mean such are signs which indicate the crisis, when a female imagination is in

due temperature to enjoy a ghost story. I do not pretend to describe those which express the same disposition

``That last symptom, dear aunt, of shunning the mirror, seems likely to be a rare occurrence amongst the fair

``You are a novice in toilet fashions, my dear cousin. All women consult the lookingglass with anxiety

before they go into company; but when they return home, the mirror has not the same charm. The die has

been castthe party has been successful or unsuccessful, in the impression which she desired to make. But,

without going deeper into the mysteries of the dressingtable, I will tell you that I myself, like many other

honest folks, do not like to see the blank black front of a large mirror in a room dimly lighted, and where the

reflection of the candle seems rather to lose itself in the deep obscurity of the glass, than to be reflected back

again into the apartment. That space of inky darkness seems to be a field for Fancy to play her revels in. She

may call up other features to meet us, instead of the reflection of our own; or, as in the spells of Halloween,

which we learned in childhood, some unknown form may be seen peeping over our shoulder. In short, when I

am in a ghostseeing humour, I make my handmaiden draw the green curtains over the mirror, before I go

into the room, so that she may have the first shock of the apparition, if there be any to be seen. But, to tell you

the truth, the dislike to look into a mirror in particular times and places, has, I believe, its original foundation

from my grandmother, who was a part concerned in the scene of which I will now tell you.''

You are fond (said my aunt) of sketches of the society which has passed away. I wish I could describe to you

Sir Philip Forester, the ``chartered libertine'' of Scottish good company, about the end of the last century. I

never saw him indeed; but my mother's traditions were full of his wit, gallantry, and dissipation. This gay

knight flourished about the end of the 17th and beginning of the 18th century. He was the Sir Charles Easy

and the Lovelace of his day and country: renowned for the number of duels he had fought, and the successful

intrigues which he had carried on. The supremacy which he had attained in the fashionable world was

absolute; and when we combine it with one or two anecdotes, for which, ``if laws were made for every

degree,'' he ought certainly to have been hanged, the popularity of such a person really serves to show, either,

that the present times are much more decent, if not more virtuous, than they formerly were; or, that high

breeding then was of more difficult attainment than that which is now so called; and, consequently, entitled

the successful professor to a proportional degree of plenary indulgences and privileges. No beau of this day

could have borne out so ugly a story as that of Pretty Peggy Grindstone, the miller's daughter at

Sillermillsit had wellnigh made work for the Lord Advocate. But it hurt Sir Philip Forester no more

than the hail hurts the hearthstone. He was as well received in society as ever, and dined with the Duke of

A the day the poor girl was buried. She died of heartbreak. But that has nothing to do with my story.

Now, you must listen to a single word upon kith, kin, and ally; I promise you I will not be prolix. But it is

necessary to the authenticity of my legend, that you should know that Sir Philip Forester, with his handsome

person, elegant accomplishments, and fashionable manners, married the younger Miss Falconer of

King'sCopland. The elder sister of this lady had previously become the wife of my grandfather, Sir Geoffrey

Bothwell, and brought into our family a good fortune. Miss Jemima, or Miss Jemmie Falconer, as she was

usually called, had also about ten thousand pounds sterlingthen thought a very handsome portion indeed.

The two sisters were extremely different, though each had their admirers while they remained single. Lady

Bothwell had some touch of the old King'sCopland blood about her. She was bold, though not to the degree

of audacity: ambitious, and desirous to raise her house and family; and was, as has been said, a considerable

spur to my grandfather, who was otherwise an indolent man; but whom unless he has been slandered, his

lady's influence involved in some political matters which had been more wisely let alone. She was a woman

of high principle, however, and masculine good sense, as some of her letters testify, which are still in my

Jemmie Falconer was the reverse of her sister in every respect. Her understanding did not reach above the

ordinary pitch, if, indeed, she could be said to have attained it. Her beauty, while it lasted, consisted, in a

great measure, of delicacy of complexion and regularity of features, without any peculiar force of expression.

Even these charms faded under the sufferings attendant on an illsorted match. She was passionately attached

to her husband, by whom she was treated with a callous, yet polite indifference; which, to one whose heart

was as tender as her judgment was weak, was more painful perhaps than absolute ill usage. Sir Philip was a

voluptuary, that is, a completely selfish egotist: whose disposition and character resembled the rapier he

wore, polished, keen, and brilliant, but inflexible and unpitying. As he observed carefully all the usual forms

towards his lady, he had the art to deprive her even of the compassion of the world; and useless and

unavailing as that may be while actually possessed by the sufferer, it is, to a mind like Lady Forester's, most

The tattle of society did its best to place the peccant husband above the suffering wife. Some called her a poor

spiritless thing, and declared, that, with a little of her sister's spirit, she might have brought to reason any Sir

Philip whatsoever, were it the termagant Falconbridge himself. But the greater part of their acquaintance

affected candour, and saw faults on both sides; though, in fact, there only existed the oppressor and the

oppressed. The tone of such critics was``To be sure, no one will justify Sir Philip Forester, but then we

all know Sir Philip, and Jemmie Falconer might have known what she had to expect from the

beginning.What made her set her cap at Sir Philip?He would never have looked at her if she had not

thrown herself at his head, with her poor ten thousand pounds. I am sure, if it is money he wanted, she spoiled

his market. I know where Sir Philip could have done much better.And then, if she would have the man,

could not she try to make him more comfortable at home, and have his friends oftener, and not plague him

with the squalling children, and take care all was handsome and in good style about the house? I declare I

think Sir Philip would have made a very domestic man, with a woman who knew how to manage him.''

Now these fair critics, in raising their profound edifice of domestic felicity, did not recollect that the

cornerstone was wanting; and that to receive good company with good cheer, the means of the banquet

ought to have been furnished by Sir Philip; whose income (dilapidated as it was) was not equal to the display

of the hospitality required, and, at the same time, to the supply of the good knight's menus plaisirs. So, in

spite of all that was so sanely suggested by female friends, Sir Philip carried his good humour every where

At length, inconvenienced in his money affairs, and tired even of the short time which he spent in his own

dull house, Sir Philip Forester determined to take a trip to the continent, in the capacity of a volunteer. It was

then common for men of fashion to do so; and our knight perhaps was of opinion that a touch of the military

character, just enough to exalt, but not render pedantic, his qualities as a beau garcon was necessary to

maintain possession of the elevated situation which he held in the ranks of fashion.

Sir Philip's resolution threw his wife into agonies of terror; by which the worthy baronet was so much

annoyed, that, contrary to his wont, he took some trouble to soothe her apprehensions; and once more brought

her to shed tears, in which sorrow was not altogether unmingled with pleasure. Lady Bothwell asked, as a

favour, Sir Philip's permission to receive her sister and her family into her own house during his absence on

the continent. Sir Philip readily assented to a proposition which saved expense, silenced the foolish people

who might have talked of a deserted wife and family, and gratified Lady Bothwell; for whom he felt some

respect, as for one who often spoke to him, always with freedom, and sometimes with severity, without being

A day or two before Sir Philip's departure, Lady Bothwell took the liberty of asking him, in her sister's

presence, the direct question, which his timid wife had often desired, but never ventured, to put to him.

``That I comprehend perfectly,'' said Lady Bothwell dryly; ``but you do not mean to remain long at Helvoet, I

``You ask me, my dear lady,'' answered Sir Philip, ``a question which I have not dared to ask myself. The

answer depends on the fate of war. I shall, of course, go to headquarters, wherever they may happen to be

for the time; deliver my letters of introduction; learn as much of the noble art of war as may suffice a poor

interloping amateur; and then take a glance at the sort of thing of which we read so much in the Gazette.''

``And I trust, Sir Philip,'' said Lady Bothwell, ``that you will remember that you are a husband and a father;

and that though you think fit to indulge this military fancy, you will not let it hurry you into dangers which it

``Lady Bothwell does me too much honour,'' replied the adventurous knight, ``in regarding such a

circumstance with the slightest interest. But to soothe your flattering anxiety, I trust your ladyship will

recollect, that I cannot expose to hazard the venerable and paternal character which you so obligingly

recommend to my protection, without putting in some peril an honest fellow, called Philip Forester, with

whom I have kept company for thirty years, and with whom, though some folks consider him a coxcomb, I

``Well, Sir Philip, you are the best judge of your own affairs; I have little right to interfere you are not my

``God forbid!''said Sir Philip hastily; instantly adding, however, ``God forbid that I should deprive my

``But you are my sister's husband,'' replied the lady; ``and I suppose you are aware of her present distress of

``If hearing of nothing else from morning to night can make me aware of it,'' said Sir Philip, ``I should know

``I do not pretend to reply to your wit, Sir Philip,'' answered Lady Bothwell; ``but you must be sensible that

``In that case, I am surprised that Lady Bothwell, at least, should give herself so much trouble upon so

``My sister's interest may account for my being anxious to learn something of Sir Philip Forester's motions;

about which otherwise, I know, he would not wish me to concern myself: I have a brother's safety too to be

``You mean Major Falconer, your brother by the mother's side:What can he possibly have to do with our

``Naturally; we are connexions,'' replied Sir Philip, ``and as such have always had the usual intercourse.''

``That is an evasion of the subject,'' answered the lady. ``By words, I mean angry words, on the subject of

``If,'' replied Sir Philip Forester, ``you suppose Major Falconer simple enough to intrude his advice upon me,

Lady Bothwell, in my domestic matters, you are indeed warranted in believing that I might possibly be so far

displeased with the interference, as to request him to reserve his advice till it was asked.''

``And being on these terms, you are going to join the very army in which my brother Falconer is now

``No man knows the path of honour better than Major Falconer,'' said Sir Philip. ``An aspirant after fame, like

``And this heartless raillery,'' she said, ``is all the consideration that is to be given to our apprehensions of a

quarrel which may bring on the most terrible consequences? Good God! of what can men's hearts be made,

Sir Philip Forester was moved; he laid aside the mocking tone in which he had hitherto spoken.

``Dear Lady Bothwell,'' he said, taking her reluctant hand, ``we are both wrong:you are too deeply

serious; I, perhaps, too little so. The dispute I had with Major Falconer was of no earthly consequence. Had

any thing occurred betwixt us that ought to have been settled par voie du fait, as we say in France, neither of

us are persons that are likely to postpone such a meeting. Permit me to say, that were it generally known that

you or my Lady Forester are apprehensive of such a catastrophe, it might be the very means of bringing about

what would not otherwise be likely to happen. I know your good sense, Lady Bothwell, and that you will

understand me when I say, that really my affairs require my absence for some months;this Jemima cannot

understand; it is a perpetual recurrence of questions, why can you not do this, or that, or the third thing; and,

when you have proved to her that her expedients are totally ineffectual, you have just to begin the whole

round again. Now, do you tell her, dear Lady Bothwell that you are satisfied. She is, you must confess, one of

those persons with whom authority goes farther than reasoning. Do but repose a little confidence in me, and

Lady Bothwell shook her head, as one but half satisfied. ``How difficult it is to extend confidence, when the

basis on which it ought to rest has been so much shaken! But I will do my best to make Jemima easy; and

farther, I can only say, that for keeping your present purpose I hold you responsible both to God and man.''

``Do not fear that I will deceive you,'' said Sir Philip; ``the safest conveyance to me will be through the

general postoffice, Helvoetsluys, where I will take care to leave orders for forwarding my letters. As for

Falconer, our only encounter will be over a bottle of Burgundy; so make yourself perfectly easy on his score.''

Lady Bothwell could not make herself easy; yet she was sensible that her sister hurt her own cause by taking

on, as the maidservants call it, too vehemently; and by showing before every stranger, by manner, and

sometimes by words also, a dissatisfaction with her husband's journey, that was sure to come to his ears, and

equally certain to displease him. But there was no help for this domestic dissension, which ended only with

I am sorry I cannot tell, with precision, the year in which Sir Philip Forester went over to Flanders; but it was

one of those in which the campaign opened with extraordinary fury; and many bloody, though indecisive,

skirmishes were fought between the French on the one side, and the Allies on the other. In all our modern

improvements, there are none, perhaps, greater than in the accuracy and speed with which intelligence is

transmitted from any scene of action to those in this country whom it may concern. During Marlborough's

campaigns, the sufferings of the many who had relations in, or along with, the army, were greatly augmented

by the suspense in which they were detained for weeks, after they had heard of bloody battles, in which, in all

probability, those for whom their bosoms throbbed with anxiety had been personally engaged. Amongst those

who were most agonized by this state of uncertainty was theI had almost said desertedwife of the gay

Sir Philip Forester. A single letter had informed her of his arrival on the continentno others were

received. One notice occurred in the newspapers, in which Volunteer Sir Philip Forester was mentioned as

having been intrusted with a dangerous reconnoissance, which he had executed with the greatest courage,

dexterity, and intelligence, and received the thanks of the commanding officer. The sense of his having

acquired distinction brought a momentary glow into the lady's pale cheek; but it was instantly lost in ashen

whiteness at the recollection of his danger. After this, they had no news whatever, neither from Sir Philip, nor

even from their brother Falconer. The case of Lady Forester was not indeed different from that of hundreds in

the same situation; but a feeble mind is necessarily an irritable one, and the suspense which some bear with

constitutional indifference or philosophical resignation, and some with a disposition to believe and hope the

best, was intolerable to Lady Forester, at once solitary and sensitive, lowspirited, and devoid of strength of

As she received no further news of Sir Philip, whether directly or indirectly, his unfortunate lady began now

to feel a sort of consolation, even in those careless habits which had so often given her pain. ``He is so

thoughtless,'' she repeated a hundred times aday to her sister, ``he never writes when things are going on

Lady Bothwell listened to her sister without attempting to console her. Probably she might be of opinion, that

even the worst intelligence which could be received from Flanders might not be without some touch of

consolation; and that the Dowager Lady Forester, if so she was doomed to be called, might have a source of

happiness unknown to the wife of the gayest and finest gentleman in Scotland. This conviction became

stronger as they learned from enquiries made at headquarters, that Sir Philip was no longer with the army;

though whether he had been taken or slain in some of those skirmishes which were perpetually occurring, and

in which he loved to distinguish himself, or whether he had, for some unknown reason or capricious change

of mind, voluntarily left the service, none of his countrymen in the camp of the allies could form even a

conjecture. Meantime his creditors at home became clamorous, entered into possession of his property, and

threatened his person, should he be rash enough to return to Scotland. These additional disadvantages

aggravated Lady Bothwell's displeasure against the fugitive husband; while her sister saw nothing in any of

them, save what tended to increase her grief for the absence of him whom her imagination now

About this period there appeared in Edinburgh a man of singular appearance and pretensions. He was

commonly called the Paduan Doctor, from having received his education at that famous university. He was

supposed to possess some rare receipts in medicine, with which, it was affirmed, he had wrought remarkable

cures. But though, on the one hand, the physicians of Edinburgh termed him an empiric, there were many

persons, and among them some of the clergy, who, while they admitted the truth of the cures and the force of

his remedies, alleged that Doctor Baptista Damiotti made use of charms and unlawful arts in order to obtain

success in his practice. The resorting to him was even solemnly preached against, as a seeking of health from

idols, and a trusting to the help which was to come from Egypt. But the protection which the Paduan Doctor

received from some friends of interest and consequence, enabled him to set these imputations at defiance, and

to assume, even in the city of Edinburgh, famed as it was for abhorrence of witches and necromancers, the

dangerous character of an expounder of futurity. It was at length rumoured, that, for a certain gratification,

which of course was not an inconsiderable one, Doctor Baptista Damiotti could tell the fate of the absent, and

even show his visitors the personal form of their absent friends, and the action in which they were engaged at

the moment. This rumour came to the ears of Lady Forester, who had reached that pitch of mental agony in

which the sufferer will do any thing, or endure any thing, that suspense may be converted into certainty.

Gentle and timid in most cases, her state of mind made her equally obstinate and reckless, and it was with no

small surprise and alarm that her sister, Lady Bothwell, heard her express a resolution to visit this man of art,

and learn from him the fate of her husband. Lady Bothwell remonstrated on the improbability that such

pretensions as those of this foreigner could be founded in any thing but imposture.

``I care not,'' said the deserted wife, ``what degree of ridicule I may incur; if there be any one chance out of a

hundred that I may obtain some certainty of my husband's fate, I would not miss that chance for whatever

Lady Bothwell next urged the unlawfulness of resorting to such sources of forbidden knowledge.

``Sister,'' replied the sufferer, ``he who is dying of thirst cannot refrain from drinking even poisoned water.

She who suffers under suspense must seek information, even were the powers which offer it unhallowed and

infernal. I go to learn my fate alone; and this very evening will I know it: the sun that rises tomorrow shall

``Sister,'' said Lady Bothwell, ``if you are determined upon this wild step, you shall not go alone. If this man

be an impostor, you may be too much agitated by your feelings to detect his villainy. If, which I cannot

believe, there be any truth in what he pretends, you shall not be exposed alone to a communication of so

extraordinary a nature. I will go with you, if indeed you determine to go. But yet reconsider your project, and

renounce enquiries which cannot be prosecuted without guilt, and perhaps without danger.''

Lady Forester threw herself into her sister's arms, and, clasping her to her bosom, thanked her a hundred

times for the offer of her company; while she declined with a melancholy gesture the friendly advice with

When the hour of twilight arrived,which was the period when the Paduan Doctor was understood to

receive the visits of those who came to consult with him,the two ladies left their apartments in the

Canongate of Edinburgh, having their dress arranged like that of women of an inferior description, and their

plaids disposed around their faces as they were worn by the same class; for, in those days of aristocracy, the

quality of the wearer was generally indicated by the manner in which her plaid was disposed, as well as by

the fineness of its texture. It was Lady Bothwell who had suggested this species of disguise, partly to avoid

observation as they should go to the conjurer's house, and partly in order to make trial of his penetration, by

appearing before him in a feigned character. Lady Forester's servant, of tried fidelity, had been employed by

her to propitiate the Doctor by a suitable fee, and a story intimating that a soldier's wife desired to know the

fate of her husband: a subject upon which, in all probability, the sage was very frequently consulted.

To the last moment, when the palace clock struck eight, Lady Bothwell earnestly watched her sister in hopes

that she might retreat from her rash undertaking; but as mildness, and even timidity, is capable at times of

vehement and fixed purposes, she found Lady Forester resolutely unmoved and determined when the moment

of departure arrived. Ill satisfied with the expedition, but determined not to leave her sister at such a crisis,

Lady Bothwell accompanied Lady Forester through more than one obscure street and lane, the servant

walking before, and acting as their guide. At length he suddenly turned into a narrow court, and knocked at

an arched door which seemed to belong to a building of some antiquity. It opened, though no one appeared to

act as porter; and the servant stepping aside from the entrance, motioned the ladies to enter. They had no

sooner done so, than it shut, and excluded their guide. The two ladies found themselves in a small vestibule,

illuminated by a dim lamp, and having, when the door was closed, no communication with the external light

or air. The door of an inner apartment, partly open, was at the further side of the vestibule.

``We must not hesitate now, Jemima,'' said Lady Bothwell, and walked forwards into the inner room, where,

surrounded by books, maps, philosophical utensils, and other implements of peculiar shape and appearance,

There was nothing very peculiar in the Italian's appearance. He had the dark complexion and marked features

of his country, seemed about fifty years old, and was handsomely, but plainly, dressed in a full suit of black

clothes, which was then the universal costume of the medical profession. Large waxlights, in silver sconces,

illuminated the apartment, which was reasonably furnished. He rose as the ladies entered; and,

notwithstanding the inferiority of their dress, received them with the marked respect due to their quality, and

which foreigners are usually punctilious in rendering to those to whom such honours are due.

Lady Bothwell endeavoured to maintain her proposed incognito; and, as the Doctor ushered them to the upper

end of the room, made a motion declining his courtesy, as unfitted for their condition. ``We are poor people,

sir,'' she said; ``only my sister's distress has brought us to consult your worship whether''

He smiled as he interrupted her``I am aware, madam, of your sister's distress, and its cause; I am aware,

also, that I am honoured with a visit from two ladies of the highest consideration Lady Bothwell and

Lady Forester. If I could not distinguish them from the class of society which their present dress would

indicate, there would be small possibility of my being able to gratify them by giving the information which

``Pardon my boldness to interrupt you, milady,'' cried the Italian; ``your ladyship was about to say, that you

could easily understand that I had got possession of your names by means of your domestic. But in thinking

so, you do injustice to the fidelity of your servant, and, I may add, to the skill of one who is also not less your

``I have no intention to do either, sir,'' said Lady Bothwell, maintaining a tone of composure, though

somewhat surprised, ``but the situation is something new to me. If you know who we are, you also know, sir,

``Curiosity to know the fate of a Scottish gentleman of rank, now, or lately, upon the continent,'' answered the

seer; ``his name is Il Cavaliero Philippo Forester; a gentleman who has the honour to be husband to this lady,

and, with your ladyship's permission for using plain language, the misfortune not to value as it deserves that

``Since you know our object without our telling it, the only question that remains is, whether you have the

``I have, madam,'' answered the Paduan scholar; ``but there is still a previous enquiry. Have you the courage

to behold with your own eyes what the Cavaliero Philippo Forester is now doing? or will you take it on my

``With my own eyes will I endure to see whatever you have power to show me,'' said Lady Forester, with the

same determined spirit which had stimulated her since her resolution was taken upon this subject.

``I do not such things for the purpose of gain,'' answered the foreigner. ``I dare not turn my art to such a

purpose. If I take the gold of the wealthy, it is but to bestow it on the poor; nor do I ever accept more than the

sum I have already received from your servant. Put up your purse, madam; an adept needs not your gold.''

Lady Bothwell, considering this rejection of her sister's offer as a mere trick of an empiric, to induce her to

press a larger sum upon him, and willing that the scene should be commenced and ended, offered some gold

``Let Lady Bothwell enlarge the sphere of her own charity,'' said the Paduan, ``not merely in giving of alms,

in which I know she is not deficient, but in judging the character of others; and let her oblige Baptista

Damiotti by believing him honest, till she shall discover him to be a knave. Do not be surprised, madam, if I

speak in answer to your thoughts rather than your expressions, and tell me once more whether you have

``I own, sir,'' said Lady Bothwell, ``that your words strike me with some sense of fear; but whatever my sister

``Nay, the danger only consists in the risk of your resolution failing you. The sight can only last for the space

of seven minutes; and should you interrupt the vision by speaking a single word, not only would the charm be

broken, but some danger might result to the spectators. But if you can remain steadily silent for the seven

minutes, your curiosity will be gratified without the slightest risk; and for this I will engage my honour.''

Internally Lady Bothwell thought the security was but an indifferent one; but she suppressed the suspicion, as

if she had believed that the adept, whose dark features wore a halfformed smile, could in reality read even

her most secret reflections. A solemn pause then ensued, until Lady Forester gathered courage enough to

reply to the physician, as he termed himself, that she would abide with firmness and silence the sight which

he had promised to exhibit to them. Upon this, he made them a low obeisance, and saying he went to prepare

matters to meet their wish, left the apartment. The two sisters, hand in hand, as if seeking by that close union

to divert any danger which might threaten them, sat down on two seats in immediate contact with each other:

Jemima seeking support in the manly and habitual courage of Lady Bothwell; and she, on the other hand,

more agitated than she had expected, endeavouring to fortify herself by the desperate resolution which

circumstances had forced her sister to assume. The one perhaps said to herself, that her sister never feared

any thing; and the other might reflect, that what so feeble a minded woman as Jemima did not fear, could not

properly be a subject of apprehension to a person of firmness and resolution like her own.

In a few moments the thoughts of both were diverted from their own situation, by a strain of music so

singularly sweet and solemn, that, while it seemed calculated to avert or dispel any feeling unconnected with

its harmony, increased, at the same time, the solemn excitation which the preceding interview was calculated

to produce. The music was that of some instrument with which they were unacquainted; but circumstances

afterwards led my ancestress to believe that it was that of the harmonica, which she heard at a much later

When these heavenborn sounds had ceased, a door opened in the upper end of the apartment, and they saw

Damiotti, standing at the head of two or three steps, sign to them to advance. His dress was so different from

that which he had worn a few minutes before, that they could hardly recognise him; and the deadly paleness

of his countenance, and a certain stern rigidity of muscles, like that of one whose mind is made up to some

strange and daring action, had totally changed the somewhat sarcastic expression with which he had

previously regarded them both, and particularly Lady Bothwell. He was barefooted, excepting a species of

sandals in the antique fashion; his legs were naked beneath the knees; above them he wore hose, and a

doublet of dark crimson silk close to his body; and over that a flowing loose robe, something resembling a

surplice, of snowwhite linen: his throat and neck were uncovered, and his long, straight, black hair was

As the ladies approached at his bidding, he showed no gesture of that ceremonious courtesy of which be had

been formerly lavish. On the contrary, he made the signal of advance with an air of command; and when, arm

in arm, and with insecure steps, the sisters approached the spot where he stood, it was with a warning frown

that be pressed his finger to his lips, as if reiterating his condition of absolute silence, while, stalking before

This was a large room, hung with black, as if for a funeral. At the upper end was a table, or rather a species of

altar, covered with the same lugubrious colour, on which lay divers objects resembling the usual implements

of sorcery. These objects were not indeed visible as they advanced into the apartment; for the light which

displayed them, being only that of two expiring lamps, was extremely faint. The masterto use the Italian

phrase for persons of this descriptionapproached the upper end of the room, with a genuflexion like that

of a Catholic to the crucifix, and at the same time crossed himself. The ladies followed in silence, and arm in

arm. Two or three low broad steps led to a platform in front of the altar, or what resembled such. Here the

sage took his stand, and placed the ladies beside him, once more earnestly repeating by signs his injunctions

of silence. The Italian then, extending his bare arm from under his linen vestment, pointed with his forefinger

to five large flambeaux, or torches, placed on each side of the altar. They took fire successively at the

approach of his hand, or rather of his finger, and spread a strong light through the room. By this the visitors

could discern that, on the seeming altar, were disposed two naked swords laid crosswise; a large open book,

which they conceived to be a copy of the Holy Scriptures, but in a language to them unknown; and beside this

mysterious volume was placed a human skull. But what struck the sisters most was a very tall and broad

mirror, which occupied all the space behind the altar, and, illumined by the lighted torches, reflected the

The master then placed himself between the two ladies, and, pointing to the mirror, took each by the hand,

but without speaking a syllable. They gazed intently on the polished and sable space to which he had directed

their attention. Suddenly the surface assumed a new and singular appearance. It no longer simply reflected

the objects placed before it, but, as if it had selfcontained scenery of its own, objects began to appear within

it, at first in a disorderly, indistinct, and miscellaneous manner, like form arranging itself out of chaos; at

length, in distinct and defined shape and symmetry. It was thus that, after some shifting of light and darkness

over the face of the wonderful glass, a long perspective of arches and columns began to arrange itself on its

sides, and a vaulted roof on the upper part of it; till, after many oscillations, the whole vision gained a fixed

and stationary appearance, representing the interior of a foreign church. The pillars were stately, and hung

with scutcheons; the arches were lofty and magnificent; the floor was lettered with funeral inscriptions. But

there were no separate shrines, no images, no display of chalice or crucifix on the altar. It was, therefore, a

Protestant church upon the continent. A clergyman dressed in the Geneva gown and band stood by the

communiontable, and, with the Bible opened before him, and his clerk awaiting in the background, seemed

At length, there entered the middle aisle of the building a numerous party, which appeared to be a bridal one,

as a lady and gentleman walked first, hand in hand, followed by a large concourse of persons of both sexes,

gaily, nay richly, attired. The bride, whose features they could distinctly see, seemed not more than sixteen

years old, and extremely beautiful. The bridegroom, for some seconds, moved rather with his shoulder

towards them, and his face averted; but his elegance of form and step struck the sisters at once with the same

apprehension. As he turned his face suddenly, it was frightfully realized, and they saw, in the gay bridegroom

before them, Sir Philip Forester. His wife uttered an imperfect exclamation, at the sound of which the whole

``I could compare it to nothing,'' said Lady Bothwell, while recounting the wonderful tale, ``but to the

dispersion of the reflection offered by a deep and calm pool, when a stone is suddenly cast into it, and the

shadows become dissipated and broken.'' The master pressed both the ladies' hands severely, as if to remind

them of their promise, and of the danger which they incurred. The exclamation died away on Lady Forester's

tongue, without attaining perfect utterance, and the scene in the glass, after the fluctuation of a minute, again

resumed to the eye its former appearance of a real scene, existing within the mirror, as if represented in a

The representation of Sir Philip Forester, now distinctly visible in form and feature, was seen to lead on

towards the clergyman that beautiful girl, who advanced at once with diffidence, and with a species of

affectionate pride. In the meantime, and just as the clergyman had arranged the bridal company before him,

and seemed about to commence the service, another group of persons, of whom two or three were officers,

entered the church. They moved, at first, forward, as though they came to witness the bridal ceremony, but

suddenly one of the officers, whose back was towards the spectators, detached himself from his companions,

and rushed hastily towards the marriage party, when the whole of them turned towards him, as if attracted by

some exclamation which had accompanied his advance. Suddenly the intruder drew his sword; the

bridegroom unsheathed his own, and made towards him; swords were also drawn by other individuals, both

of the marriage party, and of those who had last entered. They fell into a sort of confusion, the clergyman,

and some elder and graver persons, labouring apparently to keep the peace, while the hotter spirits on both

sides brandished their weapons. But now, the period of the brief space during which the soothsayer, as he

pretended, was permitted to exhibit his art, was arrived. The fumes again mixed together, and dissolved

gradually from observation; the vaults and columns of the church rolled asunder, and disappeared; and the

front of the mirror reflected nothing save the blazing torches, and the melancholy apparatus placed on the

The doctor led the ladies, who greatly required his support, into the apartment from whence they came; where

wine, essences, and other means of restoring suspended animation, had been provided during his absence. He

motioned them to chairs, which they occupied in silence; Lady Forester, in particular, wringing her hands,

and casting her eyes up to heaven, but without speaking a word, as if the spell had been still before her eyes.

``And what we have seen is even now acting?'' said Lady Bothwell, collecting herself with difficulty.

``That,' answered Baptista Damiotti, ``I cannot justly, or with certainty, say. But it is either now acting, or has

been acted, during a short space before this. It is the last remarkable transaction in which the Cavalier

Lady Bothwell then expressed anxiety concerning her sister, whose altered countenance, and apparent

unconsciousness of what passed around her, excited her apprehensions how it might be possible to convey

``I have prepared for that,'' answered the adept; ``I have directed the servant to bring your equipage as near to

this place as the narrowness of the street will permit. Fear not for your sister; but give her, when you return

home, this composing draught, and she will be better tomorrow morning. Few,'' he added, in a melancholy

tone, ``leave this house as well in health as they entered it. Such being the consequence of seeking knowledge

by mysterious means, I leave you to judge the condition of those who have the power of gratifying such

``I will give her nothing that comes from you,'' said Lady Bothwell; ``I have seen enough of your art already.

Perhaps you would poison us both to conceal your own necromancy. But we are persons who want neither

the means of making our wrongs known, nor the assistance of friends to right them.''

``You have had no wrongs from me, madam,'' said the adept. ``You sought one who is little grateful for such

honour. He seeks no one, and only gives responses to those who invite and call upon him. After all, you have

but learned a little sooner the evil which you must still be doomed to endure. I hear your servant's step at the

door, and will detain your ladyship and Lady Forester no longer. The next packet from the continent will

explain what you have already partly witnessed. Let it not, if I may advise, pass too suddenly into your

So saying, he bid Lady Bothwell goodnight. She went, lighted by the adept, to the vestibule, where he

hastily threw a black cloak over his singular dress, and opening the door, intrusted his visitors to the care of

the servant. It was with difficulty that Lady Bothwell sustained her sister to the carriage, though it was only

twenty steps distant. When they arrived at home, Lady Forester required medical assistance. The physician of

``Here has been,'' he said, ``a violent and sudden shock on the nerves. I must know how it has happened.''

Lady Bothwell admitted they had visited the conjurer, and that Lady Forester had received some bad news

``That rascally quack would make my fortune; were he to stay in Edinburgh,'' said the graduate; ``his is the

seventh nervous case I have heard of his making for me, and all by effect of terror.'' He next examined the

composing draught which Lady Bothwell had unconsciously brought in her hand, tasted it, and pronounced it

very germain to the matter, and what would save an application to the apothecary. He then paused, and

looking at Lady Bothwell very significantly, at length added, ``I suppose I must not ask your ladyship any

``Indeed, Doctor,'' answered Lady Bothwell, ``I consider what passed as confidential; and though the man

may be a rogue, yet, as we were fools enough to consult him, we should, I think, be honest enough to keep his

``May be a knavecome,'' said the Doctor, ``I am glad to hear your ladyship allows such a possibility in

``What comes from Italy may be as good as what comes from Hanover, Doctor. But you and I will remain

``Not I,'' said the Doctor, receiving his fee, and taking his hat; ``a Carolus serves my purpose as well as a

Willielmus. But I should like to know why old Lady Saint Ringan's, and all that set, go about wasting their

``Ayyou had best set him down a Jesuit, as Scrub says.'' On these terms they parted.

The poor patientwhose nerves, from an extraordinary state of tension, had at length become relaxed in as

extraordinary a degreecontinued to struggle with a sort of imbecility, the growth of superstitious terror,

when the shocking tidings were brought from Holland, which fulfilled even her worst expectations.

They were sent by the celebrated Earl of Stair, and contained the melancholy event of a duel betwixt Sir

Philip Forester, and his wife's halfbrother, Captain Falconer, of the ScotchDutch, as they were then called,

in which the latter had been killed. The cause of quarrel rendered the incident still more shocking. It seemed

that Sir Philip had left the army suddenly, in consequence of being unable to pay a very considerable sum,

which he had lost to another volunteer at play. He had changed his name, and taken up his residence at

Rotterdam, where he had insinuated himself into the good graces of an ancient and rich burgomaster, and, by

his handsome person and graceful manners, captivated the affections of his only child, a very young person,

of great beauty, and the heiress of much wealth. Delighted with the specious attractions of his proposed

soninlaw, the wealthy merchantwhose idea of the British character was too high to admit of his taking

any precaution to acquire evidence of his condition and circumstancesgave his consent to the marriage. It

was about to be celebrated in the principal church of the city, when it was interrupted by a singular

Captain Falconer having been detached to Rotterdam to bring up a part of the brigade of Scottish auxiliaries,

who were in quarters there, a person of consideration in the town, to whom he had been formerly known,

proposed to him for amusement to go to the high church, to see a countryman of his own married to the

daughter of a wealthy burgomaster. Captain Falconer went accordingly, accompanied by his Dutch

acquaintance, with a party of his friends, and two or three officers of the Scotch brigade. His astonishment

may be conceived when he saw his own brotherinlaw, a married man, on the point of leading to the altar

the innocent and beautiful creature, upon whom he was about to practise a base and unmanly deceit. He

proclaimed his villainy on the spot, and the marriage was interrupted of course. But against the opinion of

more thinking men, who considered Sir Philip Forester as having thrown himself out of the rank of men of

honour, Captain Falconer admitted him to the privilege of such, accepted a challenge from him, and in the

rencounter received a mortal wound. Such are the ways of Heaven, mysterious in our eyes. Lady Forester

``And did this tragedy,'' said I, ``take place exactly at the time when the scene in the mirror was exhibited?''

``It is hard to be obliged to maim one's story,'' answered my aunt; ``but, to speak the truth, it happened some

``And so there remained a possibility,'' said I, ``that by some secret and speedy communication the artist

``Why, a warrant came down shortly afterwards to arrest him for hightreason, as an agent of the Chevalier

St George; and Lady Bothwell, recollecting the hints which had escaped the Doctor, an ardent friend of the

Protestant succession, did then call to remembrance, that this man was chiefly prone among the ancient

matrons of her own political persuasion. It certainly seemed probable that intelligence from the continent,

which could easily have been transmitted by an active and powerful agent, might have enabled him to prepare

such a scene of phantasmagoria as she had herself witnessed. Yet there were so many difficulties in assigning

a natural explanation, that, to the day of her death, she remained in great doubt on the subject, and much

disposed to cut the Gordian knot, by admitting the existence of supernatural agency.''

``Oh, he was too good a fortuneteller not to be able to foresee that his own destiny would be tragical if he

waited the arrival of the man with the silver greyhound upon his sleeve. He made, as we say, a moonlight

flitting, and was nowhere to be seen or heard of. Some noise there was about papers or letters found in the

house, but it died away, and Doctor Baptista Damiotti was soon as little talked of as Galen or Hippocrates.''

``And Sir Philip Forester,'' said I, ``did he too vanish for ever from the public scene?''

``No,'' replied my kind informer. ``He was heard of once more, and it was upon a remarkable occasion. It is

said that we Scots, when there was such a nation in existence, have, among our full peck of virtues, one or

two little barleycorns of vice. In particular, it is alleged that we rarely forgive, and never forget, any injuries

received; that we used to make an idol of our resentment, as poor Lady Constance did of her grief; and are

addicted, as Burns says, to `nursing our wrath to keep it warm.' Lady Bothwell was not without this feeling;

and, I believe, nothing whatever, scarce the restoration of the Stewart line, could have happened so delicious

to her feelings as an opportunity of being revenged on Sir Philip Forester for the deep and double injury

which had deprived her of a sister and of a brother. But nothing of him was heard or known till many a year

At lengthit was on a Fastern's E'en (Shrovetide) assembly, at which the whole fashion of Edinburgh

attended, full and frequent, and when Lady Bothwell had a seat amongst the lady patronesses, that one of the

attendants on the company whispered into her ear, that a gentleman wished to speak with her in private.

``In private? and in an assembly room?he must be madtell him to call upon me tomorrow morning.''

``I said so, my lady,'' answered the man, ``but he desired me to give you this paper.''

She undid the billet, which was curiously folded and sealed. It only bore the words, ``On business of life and

death,'' written in a hand which she had never seen before. Suddenly it occurred to her that it might concern

the safety of some of her political friends; she therefore followed the messenger to a small apartment where

the refreshments were prepared, and from which the general company was excluded. She found an old man,

who at her approach rose up and bowed profoundly. His appearance indicated a broken constitution, and his

dress, though sedulously rendered conforming to the etiquette of a ballroom, was worn and tarnished, and

hung in folds about his emaciated person. Lady Bothwell was about to feel for her purse, expecting to get rid

of the supplicant at the expense of a little money, but some fear of a mistake arrested her purpose. She

``I am Lady Bothwell; allow me to say that this is no time or place for long explanations.What are your

``Both these beloved relatives you lost by the fault of an unfortunate man,'' continued the stranger.

``Stop, sir, I command you,'' said Lady Bothwell. ``Who are you, that, at such a place and time, come to

``I am one who intends Lady Bothwell no injury; but, on the contrary, to offer her the means of doing a deed

of Christian charity, which the world would wonder at, and which Heaven would reward; but I find her in no

``The wretch that has wronged you so deeply,'' rejoined the stranger, ``is now on his deathbed. His days

have been days of misery, his nights have been sleepless hours of anguishyet he cannot die without your

forgiveness. His life has been an unremitting penanceyet he dares not part from his burden while your

``Tell him,'' said Lady Bothwell sternly, ``to ask pardon of that Being whom he has so greatly offended; not

``Much,'' answered the old man. ``It will be an earnest of that which he may then venture to ask from his

Creator, lady, and from yours. Remember, Lady Bothwell, you too have a deathbed to look forward to; your

soul may, all human souls must, feel the awe of facing the judgmentseat, with the wounds of an untented

conscience, raw, and ranklingwhat thought would it be then that should whisper, `I have given no mercy,

``Man, whosoever thou mayst be,'' replied Lady Bothwell, ``urge me not so cruelly. It would be but

blasphemous hypocrisy to utter with my lips the words which every throb of my heart protests against. They

would open the earth and give to light the wasted form of my sisterthe bloody form of my murdered

``Great God!'' cried the old man, holding up his hands, ``is it thus the worms which thou hast called out of

dust obey the commands of their Maker? Farewell, proud and unforgiving woman. Exult that thou hast added

to a death in want and pain the agonies of religious despair; but never again mock Heaven by petitioning for

``Gracious lady,'' said the old man, ``you will relieve the overburdened soul which dare not sever itself from

its sinful companion of earth without being at peace with you. What do I know your forgiveness may

``Ha!'' said the lady, as a sudden light broke on her, ``it is the villain himself!'' And grasping Sir Philip

Foresterfor it was he, and no other by the collar, she raised a cry of ``Murder, murder! seize the

At an exclamation so singular, in such a place, the company thronged into the apartment, but Sir Philip

Forester was no longer there. He had forcibly extricated himself from Lady Bothwell's hold, and had run out

of the apartment which opened on the landingplace of the stair. There seemed no escape in that direction,

for there were several persons coming up the steps, and others descending. But the unfortunate man was

desperate. He threw himself over the balustrade, and alighted safely in the lobby, though a leap of fifteen feet

at least, then dashed into the street, and was lost in darkness. Some of the Bothwell family made pursuit, and

had they come up with the fugitive they might have perhaps slain him; for in those days men's blood ran

warm in their veins. But the police did not interfere; the matter most criminal having happened long since,

and in a foreign land. Indeed it was always thought that this extraordinary scene originated in a hypocritical

experiment, by which Sir Philip desired to ascertain whether he might return to his native country in safety

from the resentment of a family which he had injured so deeply. As the result fell out so contrary to his

wishes, he is believed to have returned to the continent, and there died in exile. So closed the tale of the

This is another little story, from the Keepsake of 1828. It was told to me many years ago, by the late Miss

Anna Seward, who, among other accomplishments that rendered her an amusing inmate in a country house,

had that of recounting narratives of this sort with very considerable effect; much greater, indeed, than any one

would be apt to guess from the style of her written performances. There are hours and moods when most

people are not displeased to listen to such things; and I have heard some of the greatest and wisest of my

The following narrative is given from the pen, so far as memory permits, in the same character in which it

was presented to the author's ear; nor has he claim to further praise, or to be more deeply censured, than in

proportion to the good or bad judgment which he has employed in selecting his materials, as he has

studiously avoided any attempt at ornament which might interfere with the simplicity of the tale.

At the same time it must be admitted, that the particular class of stories which turns on the marvellous,

possesses a stronger influence when told, than when committed to print. The volume taken up at noonday,

though rehearsing the same incidents, conveyed a much more feeble impression, than is achieved by the

voice of the speaker on a circle of fireside auditors, who hang upon the narrative as the narrator details the

minute incidents which serve to give it authenticity, and lowers his voice with an affectation of mystery while

he approaches the fearful and wonderful part. It was with such advantages that the present writer heard the

following events related, more than twenty years since, by the celebrated Miss Seward, of Litchfield, who, to

her numerous accomplishments, added, in a remarkable degree, the power of narrative in private

conversation. In its present form the tale must necessarily lose all the interest which was attached to it, by the

flexible voice and intelligent features of the gifted narrator. Yet still, read aloud, to an undoubting audience

by the doubtful light of the closing evening, or, in silence, by a decaying taper, and amidst the solitude of a

halflighted apartment, it may redeem its character as a good ghoststory. Miss Seward always affirmed that

she had derived her information from an authentic source, although she suppressed the names of the two

persons chiefly concerned. I will not avail myself of any particulars I may have since received concerning the

localities of the detail, but suffer them to rest under the same general description in which they were first

related to me; and, for the same reason, I will not add to, or diminish the narrative, by any circumstance,

whether more or less material, but simply rehearse, as I heard it, a story of supernatural terror.

About the end of the American war, when the officers of Lord Cornwallis's army, which surrendered at

Yorktown, and others, who had been made prisoners during the impolitic and illfated controversy, were

returning to their own country, to relate their adventures, and repose themselves after their fatigues; there was

amongst them a general officer, to whom Miss S. gave the name of Browne, but merely, as I understood, to

save the inconvenience of introducing a nameless agent in the narrative. He was an officer of merit, as well as

Some business had carried General Browne upon a tour through the western counties, when, in the

conclusion of a morning stage, he found himself in the vicinity of a small country town, which presented a

The little town, with its stately old church, whose tower bore testimony to the devotion of ages long past, lay

amidst pastures and cornfields of small extent, but bounded and divided with hedgerow timber of great age

and size. There were few marks of modern improvement. The environs of the place intimated neither the

solitude of decay, nor the bustle of novelty; the houses were old, but in good repair; and the beautiful little

river murmured freely on its way to the left of the town, neither restrained by a dam, nor bordered by a

Upon a gentle eminence, nearly a mile to the southward of the town, were seen, amongst many venerable

oaks and tangled thickets, the turrets of a castle, as old as the walls of York and Lancaster, but which seemed

to have received important alterations during the age of Elizabeth and her successor. It had not been a place

of great size; but whatever accommodation it formerly afforded, was, it must be supposed, still to be obtained

within its walls; at least, such was the inference which General Browne drew from observing the smoke arise

merrily from several of the ancient wreathed and carved chimneystalks. The wall of the park ran alongside

of the highway for two or three hundred yards; and through the different points by which the eye found

glimpses into the woodland scenery, it seemed to be well stocked. Other points of view opened in succession;

now a full one, of the front of the old castle, and now a side glimpse at its particular towers; the former rich in

all the bizarrerie of the Elizabethan school, while the simple and solid strength of other parts of the building

Delighted with the partial glimpses which he obtained of the castle through the woods and glades by which

this ancient feudal fortress was surrounded, our military traveller was determined to enquire whether it might

not deserve a nearer view, and whether it contained family pictures or other objects of curiosity worthy of a

stranger's visit; when, leaving the vicinity of the park, he rolled through a clean and wellpaved street, and

Before ordering horses to proceed on his journey, General Browne made enquiries concerning the proprietor

of the chateau which had so attracted his admiration; and was equally surprised and pleased at hearing in

reply a nobleman named, whom we shall call Lord Woodville. How fortunate! Much of Browne's early

recollections, both at school and at college, had been connected with young Woodville, whom, by a few

questions, he now ascertained to be the same with the owner of this fair domain. He had been raised to the

peerage by the decease of his father a few months before, and, as the General learned from the landlord, the

term of mourning being ended, was now taking possession of his paternal estate, in the jovial season of merry

autumn, accompanied by a select party of friends to enjoy the sports of a country famous for game.

This was delightful news to our traveller. Frank Woodville had been Richard Browne's fag at Eton, and his

chosen intimate at Christ Church; their pleasures and their tasks had been the same; and the honest soldier's

heart warmed to find his early friend in possession of so delightful a residence, and of an estate, as the

landlord assured him with a nod and a wink, fully adequate to maintain and add to his dignity. Nothing was

more natural than that the traveller should suspend a journey, which there was nothing to render hurried, to

The fresh horses, therefore, had only the brief task of conveying the General's travelling carriage to

Woodville Castle. A porter admitted them at a modern Gothic lodge, built in that style to correspond with the

castle itself, and at the same time rang a bell to give warning of the approach of visitors. Apparently the

sound of the bell had suspended the separation of the company, bent on the various amusements of the

morning; for, on entering the court of the chateau, several young men were lounging about in their sporting

dresses, looking at, and criticising, the dogs which the keepers held in readiness to attend their pastime. As

General Browne alighted, the young lord came to the gate of the hall, and for an instant gazed, as at a

stranger, upon the countenance of his friend, on which war, with its fatigues and its wounds, had made a great

alteration. But the uncertainty lasted no longer than till the visitor had spoken, and the hearty greeting which

followed was such as can only be exchanged betwixt those who have passed together the merry days of

``If I could have formed a wish, my dear Browne,'' said Lord Woodville, ``it would have been to have you

here, of all men, upon this occasion, which my friends are good enough to hold as a sort of holiday. Do not

think you have been unwatched during the years you have been absent from us. I have traced you through

your dangers, your triumphs, your misfortunes, and was delighted to see that, whether in victory or defeat, the

The General made a suitable reply, and congratulated his friend on his new dignities, and the possession of a

``Nay, you have seen nothing of it as yet,'' said Lord Woodville, ``and I trust you do not mean to leave us till

you are better acquainted with it. It is true, I confess, that my present party is pretty large, and the old house,

like other places of the kind, does not possess so much accommodation as the extent of the outward walls

appears to promise. But we can give you a comfortable oldfashioned room, and I venture to suppose that

The General shrugged his shoulders, and laughed. ``I presume,'' he said, ``the worst apartment in your

chateau is considerably superior to the old tobaccocask, in which I was fain to take up my night's lodging

when I was in the Bush, as the Virginians call it, with the light corps. There I lay, like Diogenes himself, so

delighted with my covering from the elements, that I made a vain attempt to have it rolled on to my next

quarters; but my commander for the time would give way to no such luxurious provision, and I took farewell

``Well, then, since you do not fear your quarters,'' said Lord Woodville, ``you will stay with me a week at

least. Of guns, dogs, fishingrods, flies, and means of sport by sea and land, we have enough and to spare:

you cannot pitch on an amusement but we will find the means of pursuing it. But if you prefer the gun and

pointers, I will go with you myself, and see whether you have mended your shooting since you have been

The General gladly accepted his friendly host's proposal in all its points. After a morning of manly exercise,

the company met at dinner, where it was the delight of Lord Woodville to conduce to the display of the high

properties of his recovered friend, so as to recommend him to his guests, most of whom were persons of

distinction. He led General Browne to speak of the scenes he had witnessed; and as every word marked alike

the brave officer and the sensible man, who retained possession of his cool judgment under the most

imminent dangers, the company looked upon the soldier with general respect, as on one who had proved

himself possessed of an uncommon portion of personal courage; that attribute, of all others, of which every

The day at Woodville Castle ended as usual in such mansions. The hospitality stopped within the limits of

good order; music, in which the young lord was a proficient, succeeded to the circulation of the bottle: cards

and billiards, for those who preferred such amusements, were in readiness: but the exercise of the morning

required early hours, and not long after eleven o'clock the guests began to retire to their several apartments.

The young lord himself conducted his friend, General Browne, to the chamber destined for him, which

answered the description he had given of it, being comfortable, but oldfashioned. The bed was of the

massive form used in the end of the seventeenth century, and the curtains of faded silk, heavily trimmed with

tarnished gold. But then the sheets, pillows, and blankets looked delightful to the campaigner, when he

thought of his ``mansion, the cask.'' There was an air of gloom in the tapestry hangings, which, with their

wornout graces, curtained the walls of the little chamber, and gently undulated as the autumnal breeze found

its way through the ancient latticewindow, which pattered and whistled as the air gained entrance. The toilet

too, with its mirror, turbaned after the manner of the beginning of the century, with a coiffure of

murreycoloured silk, and its hundred strangeshaped boxes, providing for arrangements which had been

obsolete for more than fifty years, had an antique, and in so far a melancholy, aspect. But nothing could blaze

more brightly and cheerfully than the two large wax candles; or if aught could rival them, it was the flaming

bickering fagots in the chimney, that sent at once their gleam and their warmth through the snug apartment;

which, notwithstanding the general antiquity of its appearance, was not wanting in the least convenience, that

``This is an oldfashioned sleeping apartment, General,'' said the young lord; ``but I hope you find nothing

``I am not particular respecting my lodgings,'' replied the General; ``yet were I to make any choice, I would

prefer this chamber by many degrees, to the gayer and more modern rooms of your family mansion. Believe

me, that when I unite its modern air of comfort with its venerable antiquity, and recollect that it is your

lordship's property, I shall feel in better quarters here, than if I were in the best hotel London could afford.''

``I trustI have no doubtthat you will find yourself as comfortable as I wish you, my dear General,''

said the young nobleman; and once more bidding his guest goodnight, he shook him by the hand, and

The General once more looked round him, and internally congratulating himself on his return to peaceful life,

the comforts of which were endeared by the recollection of the hardships and dangers he had lately sustained,

Here, contrary to the custom of this species of tale, we leave the General in possession of his apartment until

The company assembled for breakfast at an early hour, but without the appearance of General Browne, who

seemed the guest that Lord Woodville was desirous of honouring above all whom his hospitality had

assembled around him. He more than once expressed surprise at the General's absence, and at length sent a

servant to make enquiry after him. The man brought back information that General Browne had been walking

abroad since an early hour of the morning, in defiance of the weather, which was misty and ungenial.

``The custom of a soldier,''said the young nobleman to his friends; ``many of them acquire habitual

vigilance, and cannot sleep after the early hour at which their duty usually commands them to be alert.''

Yet the explanation which Lord Woodville thus offered to the company seemed hardly satisfactory to his own

mind, and it was in a fit of silence and abstraction that he waited the return of the General. It took place near

an hour after the breakfast bell had rung. He looked fatigued and feverish. His hair, the powdering and

arrangement of which was at this time one of the most important occupations of a man's whole day, and

marked his fashion as much as, in the present time, the tying of a cravat, or the want of one, was dishevelled,

uncurled, void of powder, and dank with dew. His clothes were huddled on with a careless negligence,

remarkable in a military man, whose real or supposed duties are usually held to include some attention to the

``So you have stolen a march upon us this morning, my dear General,'' said Lord Woodville; ``or you have

not found your bed so much to your mind as I had hoped and you seemed to expect. How did you rest last

``Oh, excellently well! remarkably well! never better in my life''said General Browne rapidly, and yet

with an air of embarrassment which was obvious to his friend. He then hastily swallowed a cup of tea, and,

neglecting or refusing whatever else was offered, seemed to fall into a fit of abstraction.

``You will take the gun today, General?'' said his friend and host, but had to repeat the question twice ere he

received the abrupt answer, ``No, my lord; I am sorry I cannot have the honour of spending another day with

All who were present showed surprise, and Lord Woodville immediately replied, ``Post horses, my good

friend! what can you possibly want with them, when you promised to stay with me quietly for at least a

``I believe,'' said the General, obviously much embarrassed, ``that I might, in the pleasure of my first meeting

with your lordship, have said something about stopping here a few days; but I have since found it altogether

``That is very extraordinary,'' answered the young nobleman. ``You seemed quite disengaged yesterday, and

you cannot have had a summons today; for our post has not come up from the town, and therefore you

General Browne, without giving any further explanation, muttered something of indispensable business, and

insisted on the absolute necessity of his departure in a manner which silenced all opposition on the part of his

host, who saw that his resolution was taken, and forbore all further importunity.

``At least, however,'' he said, ``permit me, my dear Browne, since go you will or must, to show you the view

He threw open a sashwindow, and stepped down upon the terrace as he spoke. The General followed him

mechanically, but seemed little to attend to what his host was saying, as, looking across an extended and rich

prospect, he pointed out the different objects worthy of observation. Thus they moved on till Lord Woodville

had attained his purpose of drawing his guest entirely apart from the rest of the company, when, turning

``Richard Browne, my old and very dear friend, we are now alone. Let me conjure you to answer me upon the

word of a friend, and the honour of a soldier. How did you in reality rest during last night?''

``Most wretchedly indeed, my lord,'' answered the General, in the same tone of solemnity;``so miserably,

that I would not run the risk of such a second night, not only for all the lands belonging to this castle, but for

``This is most extraordinary,'' said the young lord, as if speaking to himself; ``then there must be something

in the reports concerning that apartment.'' Again turning to the General, he said, ``For God's sake, my dear

friend, be candid with me, and let me know the disagreeable particulars which have befallen you under a roof,

The General seemed distressed by this appeal, and paused a moment before he replied. ``My dear lord,'' he at

length said, ``what happened to me last night is of a nature so peculiar and so unpleasant, that I could hardly

bring myself to detail it even to your lordship, were it not that, independent of my wish to gratify any request

of yours, I think that sincerity on my part may lead to some explanation about a circumstance equally painful

and mysterious. To others, the communication I am about to make, might place me in the light of a

weakminded, superstitious fool, who suffered his own imagination to delude and bewilder him; but you

have known me in childhood and youth, and will not suspect me of having adopted in manhood the feelings

and frailties from which my early years were free.'' Here he paused, and his friend replied:

``Do not doubt my perfect confidence in the truth of your communication, however strange it may be,''

replied Lord Woodville; ``I know your firmness of disposition too well, to suspect you could be made the

object of imposition, and am aware that your honour and your friendship will equally deter you from

``Well then,'' said the General, ``I will proceed with my story as well as I can, relying upon your candour; and

yet distinctly feeling that I would rather face a battery than recall to my mind the odious recollections of last

He paused a second time, and then perceiving that Lord Woodville remained silent and in an attitude of

attention, he commenced, though not without obvious reluctance, the history of his night adventures in the

``I undressed and went to bed, so soon as your lordship left me yesterday evening; but the wood in the

chimney, which nearly fronted my bed, blazed brightly and cheerfully, and, aided by a hundred exciting

recollections of my childhood and youth, which had been recalled by the unexpected pleasure of meeting

your lordship, prevented me from falling immediately asleep. I ought, however, to say, that these reflections

were all of a pleasant and agreeable kind, grounded on a sense of having for a time exchanged the labour,

fatigues, and dangers of my profession, for the enjoyments of a peaceful life, and the reunion of those

friendly and affectionate ties, which I had torn asunder at the rude summons of war.

``While such pleasing reflections were stealing over my mind, and gradually lulling me to slumber, I was

suddenly aroused by a sound like that of the rustling of a silken gown, and the tapping of a pair of

highheeled shoes, as if a woman were walking in the apartment. Ere I could draw the curtain to see what the

matter was, the figure of a little woman passed between the bed and the fire. The back of this form was turned

to me, and I could observe, from the shoulders and neck, it was that of an old woman, whose dress was an

oldfashioned gown, which, I think, ladies call a sacque; that is, a sort of robe completely loose in the body,

but gathered into broad plaits upon the neck and shoulders, which fall down to the ground, and terminate in a

``I thought the intrusion singular enough, but never harboured for a moment the idea that what I saw was any

thing more than the mortal form of some old woman about the establishment, who had a fancy to dress like

her grandmother, and who, having perhaps (as your lordship mentioned that you were rather straitened for

room) been dislodged from her chamber for my accommodation, had forgotten the circumstance, and

returned by twelve to her old haunt. Under this persuasion I moved myself in bed and coughed a little, to

make the intruder sensible of my being in possession of the premises.She turned slowly round, but,

gracious heaven! my lord, what a countenance did she display to me! There was no longer any question what

she was, or any thought of her being a living being. Upon a face which wore the fixed features of a corpse,

were imprinted the traces of the vilest and most hideous passions which had animated her while she lived.

The body of some atrocious criminal seemed to have been given up from the grave, and the soul restored

from the penal fire, in order to form, for a space, an union with the ancient accomplice of its guilt. I started up

in bed, and sat upright, supporting myself on my palms, as I gazed on this horrible spectre. The hag made, as

it seemed, a single and swift stride to the bed where I lay, and squatted herself down upon it, in precisely the

same attitude which I had assumed in the extremity of horror, advancing her diabolical countenance within

half a yard of mine, with a grin which seemed to intimate the malice and the derision of an incarnate fiend.''

Here General Browne stopped, and wiped from his brow the cold perspiration with which the recollection of

``My lord,'' he said, ``I am no coward. I have been in all the mortal dangers incidental to my profession, and I

may truly boast, that no man ever knew Richard Browne dishonour the sword he wears; but in these horrible

circumstances, under the eyes, and, as it seemed, almost in the grasp of an incarnation of an evil spirit, all

firmness forsook me, all manhood melted from me like wax in the furnace, and I felt my hair individually

bristle. The current of my lifeblood ceased to flow, and I sank back in a swoon, as very a victim to panic

terror as ever was a village girl, or a child of ten years old. How long I lay in this condition I cannot pretend

``But I was roused by the castle clock striking one, so loud that it seemed as if it were in the very room. It

was some time before I dared open my eyes, lest they should again encounter the horrible spectacle. When,

however, I summoned courage to look up, she was no longer visible. My first idea was to pull my bell, wake

the servants, and remove to a garret or a hayloft, to be ensured against a second visitation. Nay, I will

confess the truth, that my resolution was altered, not by the shame of exposing myself, but by the fear that, as

the bellcord hung by the chimney, I might in making my way to it, be again crossed by the fiendish hag,

who, I figured to myself, might be still lurking about some corner of the apartment.

``I will not pretend to describe what hot and cold feverfits tormented me for the rest of the night, through

broken sleep, weary vigils, and that dubious state which forms the neutral ground between them. An hundred

terrible objects appeared to haunt me; but there was the great difference betwixt the vision which I have

described, and those which followed, that I knew the last to be deceptions of my own fancy and overexcited

``Day at last appeared, and I rose from my bed ill in health, and humiliated in mind. I was ashamed of myself

as a man and a soldier, and still more so, at feeling my own extreme desire to escape from the haunted

apartment, which, however, conquered all other considerations; so that, huddling on my clothes with the most

careless haste, I made my escape from your lordship's mansion, to seek in the open air some relief to my

nervous system, shaken as it was by this horrible rencounter with a visitant, for such I must believe her, from

the other world. Your lordship has now heard the cause of my discomposure, and of my sudden desire to

leave your hospitable castle. In other places I trust we may often meet; but God protect me from ever

Strange as the General's tale was, he spoke with such a deep air of conviction, that it cut short all the usual

commentaries which are made on such stories. Lord Woodville never once asked him if he was sure he did

not dream of the apparition, or suggested any of the possibilities by which it is fashionable to explain

supernatural appearances, as wild vagaries of the fancy, or deceptions of the optic nerves. On the contrary, he

seemed deeply impressed with the truth and reality of what he had heard; and, after a considerable pause,

regretted, with much appearance of sincerity, that his early friend should in his house have suffered so

``I am the more sorry for your pain, my dear Browne,'' he continued, ``that it is the unhappy, though most

unexpected, result of an experiment of my own. You must know, that for my father and grandfather's time, at

least, the apartment which was assigned to you last night, had been shut on account of reports that it was

disturbed by supernatural sights and noises. When I came, a few weeks since, into possession of the estate, I

thought the accommodation, which the castle afforded for my friends, was not extensive enough to permit the

inhabitants of the invisible world to retain possession of a comfortable sleeping apartment. I therefore caused

the Tapestried Chamber, as we call it, to be opened; and, without destroying its air of antiquity, I had such

new articles of furniture placed in it as became the modern times. Yet as the opinion that the room was

haunted very strongly prevailed among the domestics, and was also known in the neighbourhood and to many

of my friends, I feared some prejudice might be entertained by the first occupant of the Tapestried Chamber,

which might tend to revive the evil report which it had laboured under, and so disappoint my purpose of

rendering it an useful part of the house. I must confess, my dear Browne, that your arrival yesterday,

agreeable to me for a thousand reasons besides, seemed the most favourable opportunity of removing the

unpleasant rumours which attached to the room, since your courage was indubitable, and your mind free of

any preoccupation on the subject. I could not, therefore, have chosen a more fitting subject for my

``Upon my life,'' said General Browne, somewhat hastily, ``I am infinitely obliged to your lordshipvery

particularly indebted indeed. I am likely to remember for some time the consequences of the experiment, as

``Nay, now you are unjust, my dear friend,'' said Lord Woodville. ``You have only to reflect for a single

moment, in order to be convinced that I could not augur the possibility of the pain to which you have been so

unhappily exposed. I was yesterday morning a complete sceptic on the subject of supernatural appearances.

Nay, I am sure that had I told you what was said about that room, those very reports would have induced you,

by your own choice, to select it for your accommodation. It was my misfortune, perhaps my error, but really

``Strangely indeed!'' said the General, resuming his good temper; ``and I acknowledge that I have no right to

be offended with your lordship for treating me like what I used to think myselfa man of some firmness

and courage.But I see my post horses are arrived, and I must not detain your lordship from your

``Nay, my old friend,'' said Lord Woodville, since you cannot stay with us another day, which, indeed, I can

no longer urge, give me at least half an hour more. You used to love pictures, and I have a gallery of portraits,

some of them by Vandyke, representing ancestry to whom this property and castle formerly belonged. I think

General Browne accepted the invitation, though somewhat unwillingly. It was evident he was not to breathe

freely or at ease till he left Woodville Castle far behind him. He could not refuse his friend's invitation,

however; and the less so, that he was a little ashamed of the peevishness which he had displayed towards his

The General, therefore, followed Lord Woodville through several rooms, into a long gallery hung with

pictures, which the latter pointed out to his guest, telling the names, and giving some account of the

personages whose portraits presented themselves in progression. General Browne was but little interested in

the details which these accounts conveyed to him. They were, indeed, of the kind which are usually found in

an old family gallery. Here, was a cavalier who had ruined the estate in the royal cause; there, a fine lady who

had reinstated it by contracting a match with a wealthy Roundhead. There, hung a gallant who had been in

danger for corresponding with the exiled Court at Saint Germain's; here, one who had taken arms for William

at the Revolution; and there, a third that had thrown his weight alternately into the scale of whig and tory.

While Lord Woodville was cramming these words into his guest's car, ``against the stomach of his sense,''

they gained the middle of the gallery, when he beheld General Browne suddenly start, and assume an attitude

of the utmost, surprise, not unmixed with fear, as his eyes were caught and suddenly riveted by a portrait of

an old lady in a sacque, the fashionable dress of the end of the seventeenth century.

``There she is!'' he exclaimed; ``there she is in form and features, though inferior in demoniac expression to

``If that be the case,'' said the young nobleman, there can remain no longer any doubt of the horrible reality of

your apparition. That is the picture of a wretched ancestress of mine, of whose crimes a black and fearful

catalogue is recorded in a family history in my charterchest. The recital of them would be too horrible; it is

enough to say, that in yon fatal apartment incest and unnatural murder were committed. I will restore it to the

solitude to which the better judgment of those who preceded me had consigned it; and never shall any one, so

long as I can prevent it, be exposed to a repetition of the supernatural horrors which could shake such courage

Thus the friends, who had met with such glee, parted in a very different mood; Lord Woodville to command

the Tapestried Chamber to be unmantled, and the door built up; and General Browne to seek in some less

beautiful country, and with some less dignified friend, forgetfulness of the painful night which he had passed

You have asked me, sir, to point out a subject for the pencil, and I feel the difficulty of complying with your

request; although I am not certainly unaccustomed to literary composition, or a total stranger to the stores of

history and tradition, which afford the best copies for the painter's art. But although sicut pictura poesis is an

ancient and undisputed axiomalthough poetry and painting both address themselves to the same object of

exciting the human imagination, by presenting to it pleasing or sublime images of ideal scenes; yet the one

conveying itself through the ears to the understanding, and the other applying itself only to the eyes, the

subjects which are best suited to the bard or taleteller are often totally unfit for painting, where the artist

must present in a single glance all that his art has power to tell us. The artist can neither recapitulate the past

nor intimate the future. The single now is all which he can present; and hence, unquestionably, many subjects

which delight us in poetry or in narrative, whether real or fictitious, cannot with advantage be transferred to

Being in some degree aware of these difficulties, though doubtless unacquainted both with their extent, and

the means by which they may be modified or surmounted, I have, nevertheless, ventured to draw up the

following traditional narrative as a story in which, when the general details are known, the interest is so much

concentrated in one strong moment of agonizing passion, that it can be understood, and sympathized with, at

a single glance. I therefore presume that it may be acceptable as a hint to some one among the numerous

artists, who have of late years distinguished themselves as rearing up and supporting the British school.

to render the habits of the tribes who inhabited them before the union of England and Scotland familiar to

most of your readers. The rougher and sterner features of their character were softened by their attachment to

the fine arts, from which has arisen the saying that, on the frontiers, every dale had its battle, and every river

its song. A rude species of chivalry was in constant use, and single combats were practised as the amusement

of the few intervals of truce which suspended the exercise of war. The inveteracy of this custom may be

Bernard Gilpin, the apostle of the north, the first who undertook to preach the Protestant doctrines to the

Border dalesmen, was surprised, on entering one of their churches, to see a gauntlet or mailglove hanging

above the altar. Upon enquiring the meaning of a symbol so indecorous being displayed in that sacred place,

he was informed by the clerk that the glove was that of a famous swordsman, who hung it there as an emblem

of a general challenge and gage of battle, to any who should dare to take the fatal token down. ``Reach it to

me,'' said the reverend churchman. The clerk and sexton equally declined the perilous office, and the good

Bernard Gilpin was obliged to remove the glove with his own hands, desiring those who were present to

inform the champion that he, and no other, had possessed himself of the gage of defiance. But the champion

was as much ashamed to face Bernard Gilpin as the officials of the church had been to displace his pledge of

The date of the following story is about the latter years of Queen Elizabeth's reign; and the events took place

in Liddesdale, a hilly and pastoral district of Roxburghshire, which, on a part of its boundary, is divided from

During the good old times of rugging and riving, (that is, tugging and tearing,) under which term the

disorderly doings of the warlike age are affectionately remembered, this valley was principally cultivated by

the sept or clan of the Armstrongs. The chief of this warlike race was the Laird of Mangerton. At the period

of which I speak, the estate of Mangerton, with the power and dignity of chief, was possessed by John

Armstrong, a man of great size, strength, and courage. While his father was alive, he was distinguished from

others of his clan who bore the same name, by the epithet of the Laird's Jock, that is to say, the Laird's son

Jock, or Jack. This name he distinguished by so many bold and desperate achievements, that he retained it

even after his father's death, and is mentioned under it both in authentic records and in tradition. Some of his

feats are recorded in the Minstrelsy of the Scottish Border, and others mentioned in contemporary chronicles.

At the species of singular combat which we have described, the Laird's Jock was unrivalled, and no champion

of Cumberland, Westmoreland, or Northumberland, could endure the sway of the huge twohanded sword

which he wielded, and which few others could even lift. This ``awful sword,'' as the common people term it,

was as dear to him as Durindana or Fushberta to their respective masters, and was nearly as formidable to his

enemies as those renowned falchions proved to the foes of Christendom. The weapon had been bequeathed to

him by a celebrated English outlaw named Hobbie Noble, who, having committed some deed for which he

was in danger from justice fled to Liddesdale, and became a follower, or rather a brotherinarms, to the

renowned Laird's Jock; till, venturing into England with a small escort, a faithless guide, and with a light

singlehanded sword instead of his ponderous brand, Hobbie Noble, attacked by superior numbers, was made

With this weapon, and by means of his own strength and address, the Laird's Jock maintained the reputation

of the best swordsman on the border side, and defeated or slew many who ventured to dispute with him the

But years pass on with the strong and the brave as with the feeble and the timid. In process of, time, the

Laird's Jock grew incapable of wielding his weapons, and finally of all active exertion, even of the most

ordinary kind. The disabled champion became at length totally bedridden, and entirely dependent for his

comfort on the pious duties of an only daughter, his perpetual attendant and companion.

Besides this dutiful child, the Laird's Jock had an only son, upon whom devolved the perilous task of leading

the clan to battle, and maintaining the warlike renown of his native country, which was now disputed by the

English upon many occasions. The young Armstrong was active, brave, and strong, and brought home from

dangerous adventures many tokens of decided success. Still the ancient chief conceived, as it would seem,

that his son was scarce yet entitled by age and experience to be intrusted with the twohanded sword, by the

At length, an English champion, one of the name of Foster, (if I rightly recollect,) had the audacity to send a

challenge to the best swordsman in Liddesdale; and young Armstrong, burning for chivalrous distinction,

The heart of the disabled old man swelled with joy, when he heard that the challenge was passed and

accepted, and the meeting fixed at a neutral spot, used as the place of rencontre upon such occasions, and

which he himself had distinguished by numerous victories. He exulted so much in the conquest which he

anticipated, that, to nerve his son to still bolder exertions, he conferred upon him, as champion of his clan and

province, the celebrated weapon which he had hitherto retained in his own custody.

This was not all. When the day of combat arrived, the Laird's Jock, in spite of his daughter's affectionate

remonstrances, determined, though he had not left his bed for two years' to be a personal witness of the duel.

His will was still a law to his people, who bore him on their shoulders, wrapt in plaids and blankets, to the

spot where the combat was to take place, and seated him on a fragment of rock, which is still called the

Laird's Jock's stone. There he remained with eyes fixed on the lists or barrier, within which the champions

were about to meet. His daughter, having done all she could for his accommodation, stood motionless beside

him, divided between anxiety for his health, and for the event of the combat to her beloved brother. Ere yet

the fight began, the old men gazed on their chief, now seen for the first time after several years, and sadly

compared his altered features and wasted frame, with the paragon of strength and manly beauty which they

once remembered. The young men gazed on his large form and powerful make, as upon some antediluvian

But the sound of the trumpets on both sides recalled the attention of every one to the lists, surrounded as they

were by numbers of both nations eager to witness the event of the day. The combatants met in the lists. It is

needless to describe the struggle: the Scottish champion fell. Foster, placing his foot on his antagonist, seized

on the redoubted sword, so precious in the eyes of its aged owner, and brandished it over his head as a trophy

of his conquest. The English shouted in triumph. But the despairing cry of the aged champion, who saw his

country dishonoured, and his sword, long the terror of their race, in possession of an Englishman, was heard

high above the acclamations of victory. He seemed, for an instant, animated by all his wonted power; for he

started from the rock on which he sat, and while the garments with which he had been invested fell from his

wasted frame, and showed the ruins of his strength, he tossed his arms wildly to heaven, and uttered a cry of

indignation, horror, and despair, which, tradition says, was heard to a preternatural distance and resembled

His friends received him in their arms as he sank utterly exhausted by the effort, and bore him back to his

castle in mute sorrow; while his daughter at once wept for her brother, and endeavoured to mitigate and

soothe the despair of her father. But this was impossible; the old man's only tie to life was rent rudely

asunder, and his heart had broken with it. The death of his son had no part in his sorrow: if he thought of him

at all, it was as the degenerate boy, through whom the honour of his country and clan had been lost, and he

died in the course of three days, never even mentioning his name, but pouring out unintermitted lamentations

I conceive, that the moment when the disabled chief was roused into a last exertion by the agony of the

moment is favourable to the object of a painter. He might obtain the full advantage of contrasting the form of

the rugged old man, in the extremity of furious despair, with the softness and beauty of the female form. The

fatal field might be thrown into perspective, so as to give full effect to these two principal figures, and with

the single explanation, that the piece represented a soldier beholding his son slain, and the honour of his

country lost, the picture would be sufficiently intelligible at the first glance. If it was thought necessary to

show more clearly the nature of the conflict, it might be indicated by the pennon of Saint George being