such a budget of them, there was not a great house for many leagues around us, that she could not tell something wonderful about, and she has frequently sent me to bed shaking with fear."
"Well, Mam'selle (asked Agatha, turning to Madeline), are you of Floretta's mind?"
"Yes," replied Madeline, who saw that Agatha would be dreadfully disappointed, if not permitted to tell one of the wonderful tales in which she abounded.
Breathing astonishment, of witching rhymes,
And evil spirits; of the death-bed call
Of him who robb'd the widow, and devour'd
The Orphan's portion; of unquiet souls
Ris'n from the grave to ease the heavy guilt
Of deeds in life conceal'd; of shapes that walk
At dead of night, and clank their chains, and wave
The torch of hell around the murderer's bed.
"In the reign of Lewis the Ninth, commonly known by the title of St. Lewis, from the holy war in which he engaged, there
