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RAYMOND CASTLE.
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theſe Glanville aſcended, and ſoon reached a ſuite of rooms, diſrobed of every article of furniture. Extending his ſearch, he reached a door, in which he diſcovered a key, but ſo covered with ruſt, that it indicated its refuſal of executing the office for which it was deſigned. Its ſervice, however, was unneceſſary; for, on touching the lock, the door immediately opened, and diſcovered a small but neat apartment, which, from the furniture it contained, had the appearance of having once been a lady's dreſſing-room. On a table, placed between two gothic windows, ſtood a mirror, near to which lay a ſmall caſket. Glanville, reſting his lamp upon the table, took it up, and placing his finger on the ſpring, it flew open, and preſented the miniature of a youth in the habit of an officer. He approached the light to have a more perfect view of the face, and, ſtarting a few paces back, exclaimed, “Father of Mercy! what do I ſee? My very ſelf in this counterfeit preſentment!” In the greateſt aſtoniſhment he took it from the caſket, and on the obverſe ſide read the following words: “Wentworth, ſixth lord Raymond.”

“From this it appears,” ſaid he, “that the reſemblance of the late lord Raymond is here preſerved. I have heard the preſent baron did leave the caſtle of his anceſtors on an idle report, that his immediate predeceſſor, after death, was often wandering among the chambers of his earthly habitation. If in this there be any ſenſe of truth, then, it ſhould ſeem, I am now incloſed within the walls of this deſerted manſion. A thouſand thoughts, continued he, ruſh into my mind, and would be heard. I do recollect me, walking in the park one evening, to have ſeen the baron bending on the vacant air his diſordered eye, and holding with the wind diſcourſe: his frame ſhook, as if his hour of diſſolution was drawing near, and, as I paſſed, he ſhrieked aloud, and fell lifeleſs on the ground. Often has he ſeized my arm, and gazed with dreaming eyes upon my face. Once, I well remember, repeating this frequent practice, he heaved a ſigh, and cried,