horseman mounted his horse again, and they rode on in silence for another mile and a half, when, at the distance of about a hundred yards from the road, which-though it was still seen proceeding in a straight line till it lost itself in the shadows-seemed to lead nowhere, so dull and desolate did it look, there appeared a large shady building, to the stone-paved fore-court of which the river formed a sort of moat.

First came a square tower of red brick, edged with stone which had once been white, but now was green; then followed a dull low wall, probably that of some long corridor, for a slated roof hung over it, and two narrow windows gave the interior a certain portion of light. This was succeeded by a large centre, or corps de logis, flat and formal, solemn and unresponding, with similar small windows, and a vast deep doorway. Another long low line of brickwork came after, and then another square tower, and then another mass of brickwork, differing from the former in size and shape, but retaining the same style and displaying the same melancholy aspect. No ivy grew up around it to break the lines and angles. Not a tree was before it to take off its dull formality. All was heavy, and vast, and grave; and to look upon it one could hardly convince oneself, not that it was inhabited, but that it had been cheered by the warm presence of human life for years. No sound was heard, no moving thing was seen, except when one raised one's eyes in search of chimneys, and there one or two tall columns of smoke rose slowly and seriously towards the sky, as if they had made a covenant with the wind not to disturb their quiet and upright course.

Over the water, from the stonecourt which we have mentioned, swung a drawbridge, which was half elevated, being hooked up by one of the links of the thick chain that suspended it to the posts on the other side, and here one of the men of the party, for it consisted both of men and women, pulled in his horse, saying—

"This is Langley Hall, my lord." "I know," answered Lord Walton with a sigh. "It is long since I have been here, but I remember it. see it at an unfavourable hour, dear

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Annie. It looks more cheerful in the full light."

"Oh that matters not, Charles," answered Miss Walton, in a gentle tone; "sunshine or shade are within the heart more than without; and I shall find it gay or sad as those I love fare well or ill."

"How shall we get in?" asked Lord Walton, "the drawbridge is half up." "Oh, there is the bell behind the posts," replied the man who had first spoken; and, dismounting, he pulled a rope, which produced a loud but heavy sound, more like the great bell of a church than that of an ordinary mansion. Some three or four minutes elapsed without any one appearing to answer this noisy summons; but at length an old whiteheaded man came out and asked cautiously before he let down the bridge, who was there.

"It is Lord Walton and his sister," answered the young nobleman; "let down the bridge, good man. Lady Margaret expects us."

"Oh, I know that, I know that!" rejoined the old servant; but still, instead of obeying the directions he had received, he retrod his steps slowly towards the house. His conduct was soon explained by his calling aloud-"William, William! Come and help here! The bridge is too much for one, and here is the young lord and a whole host of people, men, women, and children.-Perhaps it is not the young lord, after all. He was a curly-pated boy when last I saw him, and this looks like a colonel of horse."

"Time! time! Master Dixon; time may make us all colonels of horse," answered a brisk-looking youth in a tight doublet, which set off his sturdy limbs to good advantage, as he strode forward to the old man's assistance.

"Time is a strange changer of curly hair. Doubtless, your good dame patted your head some years agone, and called you her pretty boy; and now if she were to see you, the mother would not know her son, but would call you uncle or grandpapa."

"And so I was a pretty boy-that is very true," answered the old man, coming forward again towards the bridge, well pleased with ancient memories: "and my mother did often pat my head-Lord, I remember it as if it were but yesterday."

"Ah, but you have seen a good many yesterdays since then, Master Dixon," rejoined the young man, following to the edge of the river, with the wise air of self-satisfied youth. "Now, Master Dixon, you unhook while I pull ;" and as the bridge was slowly let down he added, "Give you good even, my lord. You are welcome to Langley. Good even, lady. You are welcome, too, and so are all these pretty dames. My lady will be right glad to see you all.”

His words were cheerful, and there is something very re-assuring in the gay tones of the human voice. They seem, in the hour of despondency and gloom, to assure us that all is not sadness in the world; that there is truly such a thing as hope; that there are moments of enjoyment, and that the heart is not altogether forbidden to be happy-all matters of which we entertain many doubts when the cloud of sorrow first falls upon us and hides the brighter things of life from our eyes.

How often is it that the reality belies the outside appearance-if not always, at least generally. In dealing with all things, moral and physical, man deceives himself and is deceived, and never can tell the core by the rind. These are truisms, reader; very trite, very often repeated. I know it; I write them as such: but do you act upon them? or you? or you? Where is the man that does? And if there be a man, where is the woman? The demagogue is judged by his words, the preacher by his sermon, the statesman by his eloquence, the lover by his looks. All seeming-nothing but seeming; and it is not till we come to taste the fruit that we learn the real flavour.

All had seemed dark and gloomy in Langley Hall; and the sadness which Annie Walton had felt in parting with her brother, when strife and danger were before him, had, it is true, though she would not own it, been deepened by the cold aspect of her future habitation. But the man's cheerful tone first raised the corner of the curtain; and when on entering the wide old hall, she saw the mellow, light of the setting sun pouring over a wide champaign country, through a tall window on the other side, and covering the marble floor as if with a

network of light and shade, while here a bright suit of armour, and there a cluster of well-arranged arms, and there a large picture of some ancient lord of the place, caught the rays and glowed with a look of peaceful comfort, she felt revived and relieved. The next moment, from a door at the far end on the right, came forth an old lady, somewhat tall and upright, in her long stays, with a coif upon her head, in token of widowhood, and her silver-white hair glistening beneath it, but withal a bland and pleasant smile upon her wrinkled face, and fire, almost as bright as that of youth, in her undimmed eye. She embraced her nephew and niece with all the affection and tenderness of a parent, and taking Annie by the hand, gazed on and kissed her again, saying

"Not like thy mother, Annie! not like thy mother: and yet the eyesay, too, and the lips, now you look grave. But come; Charles, come. See where I sit, with my sole companion for the last five years, except when good Dr. Blunt comes over from Hull to tell me news, or the vicar sits with me for an hour on Friday."

As she spoke she led them into a large room, wainscotted with dark chesnut-wood, and from out of the recess of the window, where the sunshine fell, rose a tall shaggy deerhound, and with steps majestical and slow walked up to the young lord and lady, examined first the one and then the other with close attention, stretched himself out with a weary yawn, and taking it for granted all was right, laid himself down again to doze, where he had been before.

"See, Charles, see what a shrewd dog it is," cried the old lady: "he knows whom he may trust and whom he may not, in a moment. I had old

Colonel Northcote here the other day. What he came for I know not, though I do know him to be a rogue; for Basto there did nought but growl and show his white teeth close to the good man's legs, till he was glad to get away unbitten."

"I sometimes wish we had their instinct, dear aunt Margaret, rather than our sense," replied her nephew ; "for one is often much more serviceable than the other."

"Much keener, Charles, at all events," answered the old lady; "and

so you are here at length. Well I got all the letters, and Annie shall be another in the hall when you are gone; and when she is tired of the old woman she has a sunny chamber where the robins sing, for her own thoughts; and she shall be free to come and go according to all stipulations, and no question asked, were it to meet a gallant in the wood."

"Nay, Charles, nay," cried Miss Walton, "why did you write my aunt such tales of me? My only stipula tion was, indeed, that I might join him whenever a pause came in these sad doings, my dear aunt."

"Oh, you shall be as free as air, sweet nun!" replied Lady Margaret. "I never could abide to see a poor bird in a cage, or a dog tied by a chain and when I was young, I was as wild and wilful as my poor sister Ann was staid and good. I have now lived to well nigh seventy years, still loving all freedom but that which God forbids; still hating all thraldom but that which love imposes. I have been happy, too, in shaping my own course, and I would see others happy in the self-same way. Come, dear child, while Charles disposes of his men I will show you your bower, where you may reign, queen of yourself and all within it."

Annie followed her aunt from the room, passed through another behind it, and entered a little sort of stone hall or vestibule, lighted from the top. Four doors were in the walls, and a small staircase at the further end, up which Lady Margaret led the way to the first floor above, where two doors appeared on either hand, with a gallery, fenced with an oaken balustrade, running round the hall, at about twelve feet from the ground. Along this gallery the old lady led her young niece, and then through a long and somewhat tortuous passage, which was crossed by another, some twenty yards down, that branched off to more rooms and corridors beyond. Then came a turn, and then another passage, and at the end three broad low steps led up to a large door.

"Dear aunt," said Miss Walton, who had thought their journey would never end," your house is a perfect labyrinth. I shall never find my way back."

"It is somewhat crooked in its

ways, child," answered Lady Margaret, "but you will make it out in time, never fear; that is to say, as far as you need to know it. Now, here is your bower;" and opening the door she led Miss Walton into a large room looking to the south-west. The sun had just gone down, and the whole western sky was on fire with his parting look, so that a rosy light filled the wide chamber, from a large bay window where, raised a step above the rest of the room, was a little platform with two seats, and a small table of inlaid wood.

"There I have sat and worked many a day," said the old lady, pointing to the window, "when my poor knight was at the siege of Ostend. We lived together happily for forty years, Annie, and it was very wrong of him to go away at last without taking me with him. However, we shall soon meet again, that is some comfort; but I have never dwelt in this room since."

"It

As she spoke, a slow pattering sound was heard along the passage, and then a scratch at the door. is Basto," said Lady Margaret, "he has come to see that I am not moping myself in my old rooms. Come in, Basto;" and opening the door the dog stalked in, first looking up in his mistress's face and wagging his tail deliberately, and then in that of her fair niece with a similar gratulation.

"Ah, thou art a wise man," said Lady Margaret, patting him on the head. "We are growing old, Basto, we are growing old. My husband brought him from Ireland ten years ago, Annie, and he was then some two years old, so according to dogs' lives he is about fifty, and yet see what teeth he has," and she opened with her thin, fair, shrivelled hands the beast's powerful jaws.

Miss Walton had, in the meantime, been taking a review of her chamber, which her kind aunt had certainly made as comfortable and gay as migh be. The colours of all that it contained were light and sparkling, contrasting pleasantly with the dark panelling which lined the whole house.There were chairs and low seats covered with yellow silk, and curtains of the same stuff to draw across the bay window. There were sundry pieces of tapestry for the feet, covered with

roses and lilies, and on either side of the vast oak mantel-piece hung brushes of many-coloured feathers. But there was no bed; and the next minute, after some further admiration of the dog's teeth, Lady Margaret opened a door on the right of the fire-place, which led into another room beyond, fitted up as a sleeping chamber, with the same air of comfort as the other. Every thing was pointed out to Annie as long as any light lasted, and then the old lady, showing her a third door, observed, "there is a closet for your maids to sleep in; but we must get back, sweet niece, for it is growing dark, and you will fancy goblins in the passage.'

Miss Walton laughed, assuring her that she feared nothing but losing her way, and the old lady answered, "Oh, you must learn, you must learn, Annie. 'Tis often good to have a place like this where one may set search at de

fiance. In the last reign we had conspiracies enow, God wot, and one poor man, whose head they wanted, was here three days while his enemies werc in the house; but they never found him, and yet he walked about at ease.”

"Indeed," said Miss Walton, as they made their way back; "how might that be, my dear aunt. If they searched well in the daylight, I should think there would be little chance of escape.'

"More than you know, Annie," answered her aunt, drily; "but I will tell you all about it some day; and now I will send up William, who is a clever lad, with your maids, to show them the way, and bring your goods and chattels up. But what is all this loud speaking I wonder."

"I know the voice, I think," answered Miss Walton, "but if I am right as to the person, he should have been over the seas long ago."

"For England's war revered the claim
Of every unprotected name;
And spared amidst its fiercest rage,
Childhood, and womanhood, and age."

So sung a great poet and excellent man, but begging the master's pardon, if war herself spared them, the consequences of war reached them sadly. It never has been, and never will be, that in times of civil contention when anarchy has dissolved the bonds of law, the fierce passions, which in the breasts of too many are only fettered by fear, will not break forth to ravage and destroy. There never was yet strife without crime, and never will be. Certainly, such was not the case in the civil wars of the great rebellion, and many an act was committed with impunity under cover of the disorders of the time, of the most black and horrible character. True, the justice still held his seat upon the bench, to take cognizance of all crimes but rebellion; true, mayors and corporations existed in cities and exercised municipal authority, but the power thus possessed was not unfrequently used for the gratification of the person who held it on the side of the parliament, and if not held by one of that party, was utterly disregarded by those who were.

Of this fact, Mr. Dry, of Longsoaken, was very well aware; and after making his escape from the carriages during the skirmish at the bridge, he had, with the assistance of his companion, dragged poor Arrah Neil along with him, assuring the parliamentary committee-man who accompanied him, that he did it solely to deliver the poor girl from the men of Belial, with whom she was consorting, and to place her in the hands of a chosen vessel, a devout woman of his neighbourhood, whom he likened, in an irreverent strain, to Anna, the prophetess.

Whether his companions put full faith in his sincerity and singleness of purpose or not, does not much matter: Captain Batten was not one to quarrel with any one's hypocrisy; and indeed it seemed that a sort of agreement had been made amongst the roundheads, like that by which men take paper money instead of gold and silver, to let each man's religious pretences pass current as genuine coin, however flimsy might be the materials of which they were made. The real purpose of Mr. Dry was, to take poor Arrah Neil back to Bishop's Merton, for his own views; and his motives were, as the reader will learn hereafter, of a very mixed character. But after having