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TALES OF MY LANDLORD.
CHAPTER XII.
Why flames yon far summit—why shoot to the blast
Those embers, like scars from the firmament cast?—
'Tis the fire-shower of ruin, all dreadfully driven
From thine eyrie, that beacons the darkness of Heaven.
Campbell.
The circumstances announced in the conclusion of the last chapter, will account for the ready and cheerful reception of the Marquis of A and the Master of Ravenswood in the village of Wolf's-hope. In fact, Caleb had no sooner announced the conflagration of the tower, than the whole hamlet were upon foot to hasten to extinguish the flames. And although that zealous adherent diverted their zeal by intimating the formidable contents of the subterranean apartments, yet the check only turned their assiduity into another direction. Never
