"Dame Darkmans?"
"Was found dead in her bed, from over fatigue, it was supposed, in making merry at the funeral of a young girl on the previous day."
"Well!—hem,—and so Walter and his cousin were really married; and did they never return to the old Manor-house?"
"No; the memory that is allied only to melancholy, grows sweet with years, and hallows the spot which it haunts; not so the memory allied to dread, terror, and something too of shame. Walter sold the property with some pangs of natural regret; after his marriage with Ellinor he returned abroad for some time, but finally settling in England, engaged in active life, and left to his posterity a name they still honour; and to his country, the memory of some services that will not lightly pass away."
But one dread and gloomy remembrance never forsook his mind, and exercised the most powerful influence over the actions and motives of his life. In every emergency, in every temptation, there
