father's dying in displeasure with him. He frequently declared that he had brought with him more money from India, than would last the remaining term of his life: He hired a small cottage in the vicinity of Rosewood, where he resided in a manner not far removed from the life of an hermit. Every night, at the dreary hour of twelve, he wandered round a moss-grown tower, where the ghost of Crazy Jane was said to appear, and tell to the moon a tale of woe. After pursuing this course of life for several months, Henry imbibed a dangerous melancholy, that prompted the arm to act suicide. On the grave of his Jane, the youth shed his heart's blood, and rushed unbidden unto the presence of his Maker. The coroner and his Jury declared him a maniac; and he was buried beneath the same yew that hung over the fair but ill-fated heroine of our tale.
FINIS.
