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 mot important ecret–a ecret in which his fate was materially involved. Scarcely had he finihed his pious ejaculations, and rien from his upplicating poture, when a violent gut of wind ruhed through the apartment. This was ucceeded by a imilar noie to that he had heard in the morning.

With breathles patience he turned his eyes toward the door, and trembling, waited the pectre’s approach. With low and olemn pace it entered the room; its figure and dres exactly correponded with the miniature, and, before it poke, Glanville knew it was the form of the late baron.

“Dimis thy fears, brave youth,” aid the pectre, in a hollow founding voice, “for innocence like thine has nought to dread. I come to confirm the upicions that hang on thy mind; and to tell thee, that in this mangled form, thou beholdet the hadow of him who once was owner of this deerted manion, the lord of Raymond’s wide domains. The wretch who now holds that title, obtained it by the fell crime of murder! yes, by murder of his dearet friend, and the blow that deprived me of life and fortune, robbed thee, my boy, of a father!”

“Merciful God!” exclaimed Glanville, “then are my upicions confirmed indeed!–But how did he effect this cruel deed?”

“My murderer was the on of my only brother; who having at an early age lot his parent, I took under my protection, and well upplied the los he had utained. The feuds that broke out between the neighbouring nations, and kindled up the flames of war, urged me to the hotile plain. My ungrateful nephew was my attendant, whoe anguine mind, heated by ambition, and panting to enjoy thoe honours which by right of birth were mine, amidt the contending hock of arms aimed an arrow at my breat. Too certain was the aim, too ure my fall. With well diembled grief he mourned my fate, and paid to my remains a oldier’s funeral honours; yet before thee obequies were done, he dipatched a ruffian to my widowed love