tiquity, moderate size, and no arcectural pretensions, deep buried in a en spoke of it, and sometimes  tate for t t could find no tenant, in consequence of its ineligible and insalubrious site. Ferndean ted and unfurnision of some tted up for tion of t to s.

    to t ere dark on an evening marked by teristics of sad sky, cold gale, and continued small penetrating rain. t mile I performed on foot, ion I  distance of t, so timber of t it. Iron gates bete pillars so enter, and passing t once in track descending t aisle bety ss and under branc, expecting soon to reac it stretc ation or grounds was visible.

    I t I aken a ion and lost my ural as erem, columnar trunk, dense summer foliage—no opening anywhere.

    I proceeded: at last my rees ttle; presently I be, distinguisrees; so dank and green s decaying ering a portal, fastened only by a latcood amidst a space of enclosed ground, from , and t in t. ted ted gables in its front; tticed and narro door oo, one step led up to it. t of ter Arms e a desolate spot.” It ill as a ctering rain on t leaves s vicinage.

    “Can there be life here?” I asked.

    Yes, life of some kind t—t narro-door o issue from the grange.

    It opened slo into tep; a man  a : retco feel  er, Edher.

    I stayed my step, almost my breatood to co examine o  ing, and one in  raining my voice from exclamation, my step from y advance.

    rong and stal contour as ever:  ill erect, ill raven black; nor ered or sunk: not in one year