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SIR Bertrand turned his teed toward the wolds, hoping to cros thoe dreary moors before the curfew tolled. But ere he had proceeded half his journey, he was bewildered by the different tracts; and not being able, as far as the eye could reach, to epy any object but the brown heath urrounding him, he was at length quite uncertain which way he hould direct his coure. Night overtook him in this ituation. It was one of thoe nights when the moon gives a faint glimmering of light through the thick black clouds of a louring ky. Now and then he uddenly emerged in full plendor from her veil; and then intantly retired behind it, having jut erved to give the forlorn Sir Bertrand a wide-extended propect over the deolate wate. Hope and native courage a while urged him to puh forward; but at length, the encreaing darknes, and fatigue of body and mind, overcame him: he dreaded moving from the ground he flood on, for fear of unknown pits and bogs; and, alighting from his hore in depair, he threw himelf on the ground. He had not long continued in that poture, when the ullen toll of a ditant bell truck his ears–he tarted up; and, turning toward the found, dicerned a dim twinkling light. Intantly he eized his hore’s bridle, and with cautious teps advanced toward it. After a painful march, he was flopped by a moated ditch urrounding the place from whence the light proceeded; and, by a momentary glimpe of moonlight, he had a full view of a large antique manion, with turrets at the corners, and an ample porch in the centre. The injuries of