rend gentlemen, "What means all this, Sennor? are you moon-struck, pray?"—It was some time before he would listen to the voice of his lord. At last he looked down into the chapel with visible surprize, and gave a brief account of his holy function. "You had better retire, Sennor," replied the marquis, "and go to bed." The person complied, and we all went to try to revive the woe-lorn knight,
"In him every spark of vitality seemed to be gone. We felt no pulse, no respiration more in the poor baron. Our host already repented his having perhaps carried the joke too far, when Braggart gave some signs of returning life, and opened his bewildered eyes, bawling for help, as he thought himself in the very hands of the goblins. We had much ado to persuade him that it was we who were come in quest of him. It became necessary to have him carried: to the castle, and put to bed. He was then quite speechless, but the next day we found him as brisk as-ever, telling us that over-
