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FIRESIDE HORRORS FOR CHRISTMAS.
From the Dublin University Magazine. ascend, the long corridors you will have to trav
erse, the dark rooms, with their doors standing
open, you will have to pass, with no company but There are two things in particular for which
your candle and the echo of your footsteps, on we feel thankful, when we see the year verging your way from that warm parlor, that lies bathed to its close, and the dusk falling earlier and earlier in the glow of the wood fire, as in the “ light of every day. The first is, that we never saw a
setting sun,” to the wo-begone, vast chamber, ghost ourselves, and the second is, that other peo- with a bed like a hearse, that awaits you at the
The world does not always consider the furthest end of the scarce half-inhabited mansion. debt of gratitude it is under to those who have The anticipation of this pilgrimage makes the cirvision for the invisible. Winter would not limp cle round the hearth a true magic circle, out of more tediously away without the long evenings, the bounds of which no one cares to tread. The than the long evenings without ghost-stories. We living world has shrunk to the dimensions of that do not envy the feelings of the man who can get charmed ring, and all beyond its confines is a dark through his December without any deeper shudder- and spectre-peopled void—a world of spirits that ings than those produced by physical cold. We have heard you talking about them. No wonder have little sympathy with people whose talk, when you have little mind to go out into the goblin dothey hitch their chairs closer together about a
main, with no better amulet against its terrors than well-heaped hearth, does not instinctively turn on
a bed-room candlestick. And why should you do haunted houses, nightmares, and warnings before
so? Why not rather pile on more fagots, and death. To us, the bars of a grate infallibly sug- commend yourself to the safe keeping of Vesta, gest the ribs of a skeleton ; and as we watch the till the “ witching time of night” be past? Why ihin smoke, flitting silently up the chimney, our not outwatch the ghosts, and betake yourself to thoughts are of things in winding-sheets, that
your own bed when the first cock-crow summons glide by moonlight along the aisles of ancient them to theirs ? churches. In what manner our own shadow,
If any one doubts that telling ghost-stories is dancing behind us on the wall or ceiling, might the proper employment for a winter's night, let affect our imagination at such a time, we have no him open his window, and look out. means of saying, as we have always felt disin- thing be more spectral? There is not a bill or a clined to the indulgence of any rash curiosity on hollow in sight, but has put on a shroud, and stares the subject. Who knows what other shadow we
at him with a still, white face, the phantom of might see, if we turned round to look at our own?
itself. The trees stand like giant skeletons, lifting And if we saw none but our own, the spell would their bleached arms towards the trooping clouds be broken, the hearth would be disenchanted, the that hurry across the sky, like witches flocking to mysterious
“ behind us” would be spoiled of its their sabbath. What is all that but a ghost-story mystery, and that evening's tale of wonder would in dumb-show, told by the earth to the stars? If be told to listless and incredulous ears. We pity the doubter can go on doubting in the face of an the man who, from his place at the Christmas fire- example like this, nothing that we could urge in side, has looked behind him ; for that man, life the way of precept would be likely to decide him ; has lost its illusions ; he has lifted the veil of Isis, we give him up, and can only hope it may not be seen the truth" in the shape of his grand
our fate to have him for a reader. What has he mother; he has leaped into the abyss, and found 10 do with our fireside horrors? He is a horror it just knee-deep. The law of the winter even himself, more horrible than any that we can coning is-look straight into the embers, and think jure up, for whatever fireside he sits at. of your favorite horror. When you feel horror- Thee, actual reader, we well discern to be of a ized through and through, begin to talk, still look- different spirit ; come, then, and shudder with us, ing straight into the embers. Horrors belong as in the first place, over some ghastlinesses gleaned naturally to the fireside, as the fireside belongs to from a delightful little book, published this year Christmas. The cold of the season does not more by Mr. Burns, and bearing the title, most germane cravingly demand the genial blaze, than the heat to our subject, of “ Communications between the of the blaze demands that agreeable chill which a Seen and the Unseen Worlds."'* churchyard reminiscence will send with electric
You are to suppose, then, that a party of friends swiftness through the blood. The passing shiver are assembled, perhaps for the Christmas holidays, that runs over you as you listen to some chimney- at a house, which, from some accidental indicacorner legend, of wan women with their throats tions, we judge to be in the country.
A starry cut, that sit down opposite to solitary students at sky, the sight of which it is pronounced“ almost a midnight, or of hands thrust out of unhallowed pity to shut out,” leads the conversation of the graves, to point to the murderer as he goes by, friends to the comparative beauty of the winter and is as gratefully refrigerant and bracing to the the summer night; and the gentler season most nerves as a raspberry ice in the dog days. Then, naturally finds an advocate in a gentle lady of the there is nothing that so much heightens the enjoyableness of a ghostly gossip about the Yule fire, *" The Unseen World ; communications with it, real in an old rambling country-house, as the thought Places, Prophecies, Aerial Visions, Astrology, &c.” Lou
or imaginary, including Apparitions, Warnings, Haunted of the wide staircases you will by-and-by have to don : James Burns,
company, who is introduced to you by the name what it would scare the soul from her earthly tabof Eusebia. Eloquently does Eusebia plead for ernacle to see disclosed! Has that curtain ever the season of her preference. The rare power of been raised ? A thousand traditionary voices say “painting with words” is hers in a high degree, it has. Raised in prophetic dreams and omens; and you feel, as you listen, that the influence of raised in apparitions of the dead; raised in pranks the hour she describes is upon you
and gambolings of elves, demons and goblins ; 6. When the west has lost its more gaudy hues,
raised in pacts of the evil one with human kind. and the only trace of the departed sun is the calm, Raised, also, in visits of angels ; in miraculous still belt of green, that reposes above the distant warnings and interferences of heavenly powers in lills, as if they were the barriers of this world, and the affairs of men; in visions and glimpses of revthat quiet ocean of light the gulf which parts us elation, from the sphere of essential light, vouchfrom the realm of spirits.”
safed to contemplative souls. That the invisible Then, she insists further
world has access by many avenues to the visible, " There is the soft scent of the sleeping flowers, believe. And now that they have, as it seems,
the experience of all ages attests, and the friends the dewiness of the air, the few bright stars that nine December evenings to spend together, what peep through the still faintly-illuminated sky; the joyous song, it may be, of the nightingale; the employment more congenial to the time can they merry chirp, that seems, wherever you go, to be find, than ascertaining, if they can, the positions equally close to you, of the grasshopper. It is of these avenues, and marking them down, as it repose in its truest sense-life enough to banish the were, in a kind of spiritual chart? In other words, idea that nature, as people talk, can ever sleep what task can engage them, better suited to those rest enough to lead on the mind to a more perfect, long winter nights, than that suggested by Pistus even an eternal repose.'
--to inquire into all the methods by which the Eusebia's friends will not deny that the summer intercommunion of the seen with the unseen is carnight is beautiful; but there is one of them, at ried on? They will set about it forthwith. And, least-his name is Pistus— who holds that the hear the wise resolution with which they enter winter night is more beautiful still, or, in any case, upon the inquiry :that its beauty is of a more solemn and spiritual character. Too much of this world, Pistus thinks, of the world would reject as improbable or impossi
“ In listening to any details which the wisdom is mixed up in our ideas of the night of summer. ble, we shall, I hope, be guided by a wiser feeling. With its flowers, its birds, its dew, and that green We will weigh them on their evidence only: if that brightness over the western bills, it is of the earth, is sufficient to convince a man in his every-day conearthy ; it does not carry us away to other worlds, duct, it shall be sufficient for us; if not, while we but throws a coloring of poetry and illusion over
stigmatize nothing as impossible, because it is un.
usual, we shall return a verdict of not proven." our enthralment to this. It is not so, he exclaims, with the winter night !
The plan to be pursued in the investigation is • The sky, and the sky alone, so glorious, yet so now settled. The mystic symbolism by which awful, so spangled with brightness, so mysterious material nature, in such a variety of ways, seems in its depth, that is all. There is nothing that can to point to spiritual truth, is first to come under remind any sense of earth ; nay, the very cold seems consideration ; then aërial phenomena, fiery crosses, to enhance the solitude, to tear away all connection comets, and meteors, whirlwinds, and sudden tembetween yourself and external nature, to make you pests-viewed as prognostics of momentous events feel more utterly lonely. And you stand and gaze on those bright worlds, till you seem as if you were
on earth ; then the various luminous appearances banished into the desolate regions of space ; and to which popular belief has ascribed a supernatural there, without any orb near you, looked forth into character, stationary lights, corpse-lights, St. the perfect blackness around, and watched the mo- Elmo's lights, firedrakes, and Will of the Wisp;" tions of the worlds that above, beneath, and on every then haunted places, and the tribes that haunt side, were moving along in their mysterious path. them, whether classic, as “ Najads, Fauns, Satyrs, It is the time when you feel, if ever, that there must be a world of spirits ; when the mind seems almost Dryads, Hamadryads,” &c., or romantic, as brought into contact with that invisible universe ; Brown Man of the Moors, Fairies, the Good Peoand when, more than at any other period, it longs ple, Trolls, Telchens, Pixies and Pixycolts,” not to know something of its future home, and to hear forgetting the more peculiar housegoblins, “ the some of those « unspeakable things which it is not old Lar, and our own Robin Good-fellow.” Then lawful for a man to utter.'”
the “grand question” is to be debated, “ if the The conversation now turns on the strange and spirits of the departed have ever been permitted to dangerous charm which we find in every glimpse, visit the living in a visible form ;" this will give real or imaginary, into things connected with the occasion to speak of the motives of ghostly visitaworld of the invisible. How, it is asked, can we tions, of death-warnings, of disclosures of secret but be interested in knowing somewhat of a region crimes, of apparitions in fulfilment of a promise, of being, to the influences of which we are, per- and so on. After this will come dreams, and the haps, hourly exposed—and which, hereafter, is to second-sight; and to wind up the whole inquiry, receive us as its denizens forever? And yet, what a glance will be thrown at the grounds of the once peril there must be in attempting to raise a curtain so general belief in astrology and witchcraft. which God has drawn, and which may conceal | Truly, as one of the friends remarks, a compre
hensive subject, and, if discussed with an unpreju- There is nothing obviously preternatural in the diced mind, almost fresh ground.”
above ; but, the question being raised, to what As we are not going, however, to review the immediate cause we are to attribute the terrible, book, but merely to cull from it anything that and apparently malign influences which, in cases seems to us particularly available for our present of the kind, nature exercises over us, a solution is purpose, of tempering with a light breath of fear offered, which gives to these “ toys of desperation" the heat of the Christmas fire, we will not follow a ghastly character indeed. The speaker who unthe inquirers through the several stages of their dertakes to answer the question is named Sophron, task. This it will be well worth the reader's and here is what he says :while to do for himself; and, although the friends took nine nights to get over the ground, he will to be the immediate effect of temptation. The
“ If you ask my opinion, I have long believed it find it easily accomplished in one. If he has a name, panic, proves that the spirits who were suppleasanter night than that one, this December, he posed to haunt wild and lonely scenery, were also will have no reason to complain of his winter. In supposed to be gifted with an extraordinary influence he mean time, we will hear Pistus, who is the over the mind; just as, in Gothic lore, fairies were ravelled man of the party, tell what once befell gifted with the same power of depriving their un
welcome visitants of reason. him on a mountain excursion in the island of Ma
Now, that the evil
spirits by which we are surrounded, should delight deira.
in making God's works, which in themselves are “ I believe that people with the strongest nerves very good, occasions of the misery of man, is exhave the most dreadful fits of panic when they have tremely likely in itself, and consistent with all analthem at all. I have wandered far and wide in the ogy. We do not remember, or we will not believe, most precipitous places of mountains, and never felt that the presence of Christians must make an inroad it but once. I had a mind to try if the Pico do on the powers of darkness; that they cannot exerCidrao, one of the loftiest, and, at the same time, cise the same influence over mankind in such regions, steepest mountains of Madeira, could not be scaled as in wild and lonely mountains, which Holy Church from the Pico dos Arrieiros. It was a fine day in can scarcely be said to have vindicated-almost inspring—we tethered our horses on the Arrieiros, accessible to man-intended, to the end of the world, and then, with our mountain-poles, and a shepherd to be none of his, 10 whomever else they may be for guide, we committed ourselves to the narrow given.
True, there is a brighter isthmus that joins the two mountains. Narrow it side to the picture. Angels may delight in solitudes is—for, on either side, it slopes down almost per- unstained by sin : and peaks, like those of Chimbopendicularly into an abyss of some two thousandrazo and Himalaya, may be, could we only hear it, feet ; while, at the top, it is in many places not more vocal with the songs of the just made perfect. But than eighi feet broad, and its material of crumbling still it is a solemn thought that the doom has been scoria. Indeed, so ihin is it, that it vibrates, or once spoken, which, till the regeneration of the seems to vibrate, in a heavy gale. When we had heavens and earth by fire, must remain in some accomplished half the distance, we sat down to rest, sense in force, 'Cursed is the ground for thy sake.' and gaze at the wonderful chasms which opened be-The church, we know, has a power of reversing low us. Seeing a small crack in the earth, I looked this curse ; but, till she has blest, it remains, and down into that, and lo! the opposite chasm was must remain. The sorest temptations which the distinctly visible through it. At last, however, up history of the church can recount, have taken place ladders of rock, assisted by the shepherd's banisters in the desert ; also, I grant you, some of the most of roughly-spun rope, round corners where you glorious victories. We must expect the one, we trusted yourself to the young oak, or the sapling may hope for the other." til, and hung for a moment over a depth that it makes my blood run cold to recollect—now creep
We should like to know how Sophron would ing along this side of the isthmus, now working like account for the fact, that the same giddy impulse worms along that, we stood under the shadow of which seizes the wanderer in the solitudes of the the great Cidrao itself. Here, on a little platform Alps or the Andes, is also not unfrequently felt by of turf, my friend sat down, weary and sick at heart, those who look down from consecrated minsterwhile I resolved, with a good courage, still to follow my guide. On we went : the path was a ledge of towers, in which christened bells, the terror of all about eighteen inches, a steep precipice above, a imps of darkness, are hung. We have felt the steep precipice below, all bare rock-no twining solicitations of the dreadful magnetism ourselves, root, or friendly twig, to give the hand a firm, nor when looking through the open-work of the spire even an imaginary hold. Just then the northern of Strasburg; and more than one dizzy brain has gale swept a mass of clouds into the abyss, and it yielded to the fatal fascination, from the same holy seemed as if we were walking along the edge of the height. It is not many years since a laughing world. I began to feel a litule uncomfortable, when my guide, by way of consoling me, wrenched a large young girl, into whose pure, glad soul, the thought rock from its place, and hurled it downwards into of suicide had never thrown its shadow, sprang the clouds. I lost it in that soft bed, but half a from that spire, in such a sudden passion of mad minute afterwards its crash came up from beneath, terror, to the pavement, five hundred feet beneath. echoed from crag to crag, and seeming as if it came Now we are very much mistaken in Sophron, or from another world. Oh! I shall never forget that he will confess that cathedral steeples, built in the moment! My brain seemed to turn round, my limbs to have no power of support, and I felt that horrible ages of faith, are the very antipodes, spiritually, desire of leaping after the rock, the descent of which of those wild and unchristianized solitudes which I had just witnessed. That was my only panic, and“ Holy Church can scarcely be said to have vindiI thought it would have been my first and last.” cated.” Exeter Hall may sneer at the sacredness
of a Strasburg minster, but Sophron does not while the rest of her family went to church ; that believe that Luther was the founder of the Chris- the house was one which she had never seen before ; tian religion ; or that the day of Pentecost was that that she heard a knock at the door, and went to on which the confession of Augsburg was drawn open it; that a man of most ill-favored appearance How, then, will be account for panics occur- awoke in terror.
entered, and began to insult her, on which she up.
Some time after, she removed ring on the tops of Catholic and devil-dreaded | temporarily to another house, and it so fell out, that belfries?
one Sunday she stayed at home herself, in order Leaving that question, we turn to those enig- that the rest of her family might be able to go to matical appearances which, be they natural or
church. While there alone, she heard a knock at supernatural in their origin, are oftenest observed the front door, and there being no one else in the to present themselves in situations unreclaimed, or reached the hall, the remembrance of her dream
house, went down to open it. When she had unreclaimable by the hand of man, from the deso- flashed in an instant across her mind, yot she had lation of the primal curse. Of this kind are the not sufficient faith in it to hesitate about opening the lights that lure unwary travellers into marshes, or door. She did so; and behold! there stood a man, that gleam from lonely headlands on stormy nights, the exact counterpart of him whom she had seen in and draw the inexperienced seaman upon sand- her dream.. She shut the door in his face, locked
and bolted it, and awaited the return of her family banks, or the ledges of a rocky shore. Such
in great agitation. The man (whoever he was) lights, Pistus tells us, are seen in nights of tem-could not be found. Now that this was a provipest, along the wild capes and crags of Madeira ; dential warning of danger, it is hardly possible to glancing up and down precipitous cliffs ; leaping deny." over mountain-chasms and ragged beds of torrents ; now almost dipping in the surf that beats the bot
The mention of dreams leads to that of secondtom of the rocks ; now burning on the very brow sight, and this to predictions of death in general. of the beetling sea-wall. “ The fishermen,” says Relating to this topic, a curious circumstance is Pistus, “ believe them to be tormented souls, thus mentioned, recorded in the account of the plague working out part of their punishment, and testify that depopulated Rome during the pontificate of great horror at the apparition.”
St. Agatha. - In the dead of the night, a knock, All this our philosophy knows how to explain ;
sometimes single, sometimes repeated, was heard but Sophron has something to tell, which no the- at the door of doomed houses, whether at the time ory, that we are aware of, will account for. What infected or not; and as many knocks as were does the reader think of this?
heard in the night, so many deaths followed on “ There is a bed-room in Lulworth Castle, in in the thought of these knocks, falling at intervals
the succeeding day. There is something horrible Dorsetshire, where, on a particular spot on the wall, a pale phosphoric light is always to be seen when along the silent streets, in the darkness of night. the windows are darkened. I have heard, that to It gives you the feeling as if the plague were going wake in the stillness of the night, and to see this from door to door, making up the list of her next pale light glaring quietly on you, is a most unpleas- batch of victims. A different kind of death-warnant thing. And so the proprietors thought, for ing, and one perhaps still more frightful in its they had the wall pulled down and rebuilt, but to character, accompanied, as we have read someno effect; the light appeared again, and is to be where, the plague with which Basle was visited seen there to this day.'
at the end of the sixteenth century; the dying We confess we do not exactly envy the guest themselves, in the unconscious fantastic babblings at Lulworth Castle, who has to sleep in this par- and delirum of the last moments, announced the ticular bed-room, after an evening of ghost-stories names of those who were to die next after them. about the Christmas fire.
Apparitions of the dead affect us with a proUnder the chapter of death-warnings, the fol-founder sense of terror than, perhaps, any other lowing is related, and has a pleasant touch of hor- form in which the powers of the unseen realm can ror about it :
approach us. It is not mere terror; it is terror “When a man, whose whole course of life had combined with shuddering antipathy—with a loathbeen marked by the inost flagitious atrocities, was ing which the idea of no naturally bodiless being, lying on his death-bed, near St. Ives (in Cornwall,) however evil, awakes. The blood does not curdle a black ship, with black sails, was observed to stand so at the thought of a purely diabolical visitation, in to the bay, into shallows where seamen felt con- as at that of finding yourself face to face with vinced that no ship of that apparent burden could one who has been what you are—with a man who float. At the moment the soul passed from the has died, and been buried. You cannot, in imagbody, the vessel stood out again, nor was it ever seen more."
ining such a visitant, escape the association of the
corpse, and the grave-clothes, and the atmosphere We do not know whether the reader will be of death, and all the characteristics of mortality affected as we were, by the following account of a which our mortal nature, just because it is mortal, dream ; but we own that few things of the kind recoils from with the most invincible abhorrence. have impressed us more disagreeably. Sophron In presenting to the reader, therefore, some account loquitur :
of such apparitions, we feel that we are got to the “A married lady of my acquaintance dreamed right horrors, the horrors par excellence; and so, that she was compelled one Sunday to stay at home, without further preface, we transcribe the follow
ing story, related by our friend Sophron, in the | He sent a note to Mr. G., to remind him of his enwords of Lady Fanshawe :
gagement, and received for answer that he would
However, a day or two after, another note “ And here (she says) I cannot omit relating the was brought him, in which Mr. G. said that he was
I following story, confirmed by Sir Thomas Baber, not very well, and must postpone the pleasure of Sir Arnold Breamer, the Dean of Canterbury, with dining with Lord F. till another time; that the inmany more gentleman and persons of that town. disposition was very trifling, and ere long he hoped There lived, not far from Canterbury, a gentleman to have the pleasure of waiting upon him. Lord F. called Colonel Colepepper, whose mother was thought no more of the matter, ordered dinner on wedded unto Lord Strangford. This gentleman the day that had been named at seven, for himself, had a sister, who lived with him, as the world said, and about six o'clock sent his servant to Mr. G.'s in too much love. She married Mr. Porter. This with a merely formal inquiry how he was. Seven brother and sister being both atheists, and living a o'clock came ; Lord F. sat down to dinner, when, life according to their profession, went in a frolic just as he was beginning his meal, the door opened, unto the vault of their ancestors, where, before they and in walked Mr. G. He walked in, it is true, returned, they pulled some of their father's and but he said not a word, went up to the table, and of their mother's hairs. Within a few days after, went out again. Lord F. was alarmed, and rang Mrs. Porter fell sick and died. Her brother kept the bell, and it was answered by the servant whom her body in a coffin in his buttery, saying it would he had sent with the message of inquiry. How is not be long before he died, and then they would Mr. G.?' he demanded. Dead, my lord,' was the both be buried together; but from the night of her reply: 'he died just as I reached his house.'” death, till the time that we were told the story, (which was three months,) they say that a head, Apparitions of beasts form a puzzling chapter as cold as death, with curled hair like his sister's, in phantomology, and have something very demondid ever lie by him when he slept, notwithstanding ish about them. Every one remembers he removed to several places and countries to avoid it; and several persons told us they have felt this
** Him of whom the story ran, apparition.”
Who spoke the spectre-hound in man. Lady Fanshawe's high character, Sophron justly But it is when they come as warnings of the apremarks, leaves no room for the least hesitation in proach of death, that phantom brute-shapes sugreceiving this story, one of the most singular that gest the most disquieting apprehensions. Here he knows. Pistus agrees that the story is singu- is an instance of the kind, which, Sophron says, lar, and, we think, so will the reader. Nor is it comes to him so attested, that he really knows not more singular than frightful; we cannot conceive how to disbelieve it :a truer hell on earth than that the being who had “ A family in the east of England has a tradition, been your partner in sin while alive, should refuse that the appearance of a black dog portends the to quit you when dead.
death of one of its members. It was not, I believe, Here is a story less horrible, though scarcely said that no death took place without such warning, less strange. The names of the parties concerned, but only that when the apparition occurred, its it is mentioned, are altered, some of them being married. He knew not whether to believe or to
meaning was certain. The eldest son of this family still alive :
disbelieve the legend. On the one hand, he thought “ Lord F. was on his travels on the Continent, it superstitious to receive it; and on the other. he when he met a young man engaged in a similar could not, in the face of so much testimony, altoway, with whom he grew very familiar. Mr. G. gether reject it. In this state of doubt, the thing (for so I will call his friend) gave him, in the course
being in itself unpleasant, he resolved to say nothing of conversation, to know that the end of his life had on the subject to his young wife. It could only, he been predicted to him, and that he had some grounds thought, worry and harass her, and could not, by for believing that this prediction was not without its any possibility, do any good. He kept his resoweight and credibility: As how?' asked Lord F. lution. In due course of time he had a family, but 'I was travelling with two friends,' replied the of the apparition he saw nothing. At length one other, 'in Italy, and at Florence we agreed to have of his children was taken ill, I think with the smallour nativities cast by a woman there, who had a pox ; but the attack was slight, and not the least great reputation for astrological skill. She foretold danger was apprehended. He was sitting down to that none of us would live long, and named the days dinner with his wife, when she said, “I will just on which we should each die. My two friends are step up stairs and see how the child is going on, and dead, and that at the time she named: it remains to will be back again in a moment.' She went, and see whether her prediction will be verified in me.
returning rather hastily, said, “the child is asleep; • Pooh, pooh!' cried Lord F., .a mere coincidence; but pray go up stairs, for there is a large black dog impossible that it should happen a third time. But lying on his bed; go and drive it out of the house." what is the day she named?' Mr. G. named one
The father had no doubt of the result. He went up about six months distant. • And where shall
stairs ; there was no black dog to be seen, but the be then?' pursued Lord F. 'At Paris.' • Why,
child was dead." I shall be there too. Let it be an engagement. Pistus immediately “caps" this story with one Co:ne you and dine with me on that very day at of a family in Sussex, in which a white rabbit apseven o'clock, and keep up your spirits till then. I
pears, a few hours before death, to the sick man shall be found at No. Rue de Do
himself. After all, a white rabbit is not so susagree to the bargain ?' • Willingly, replied the other, and in a short space of time the friends separ- picious a messenger to come for you, from the ated. The six months passed, and a little before other world, as a black dog ; though they are both the appointed day, Lord F. found himself in Paris. I of them unclean beasts, too.