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jon by the then warder, Sir Wilfred Rochfort, an ancestor of my lord, who never parted with the keys, and who meant to dispose of him according to law. Unhappily, within an hour afterwards, he was sent for by Lord Hunsdon, governor of Berwick, to reinforce that garrison, expecting to be attacked by the Scots. The service lasted near a week, during which the prisoner was forgotten, and not remembered till the return of Sir Wilfred, whose misery may be conceived, when the unhappy man was found dead, with part of his arm eaten off by himself.
The story ended with true poetical justice, for it was said that Sir Wilfred never was his own man again. Nor was that wonderful, if the close of the legend was true; for it seems that, though a powerful, strong man, he never could stir out alone, without encountering his victim, who shewed his bitten arm, which wielded a sword notwithstanding. With this he forced the knight to fight him, and always came off conqueror. This was proved by Sir Wilfred never returning home without his person exhibiting signs that he had been overthrown in the mire.
With this story to comfort me, I followed the relator, who now acted the part of chamberlain, up at least a hundred steps, to my bedroom, formerly a barrack for twenty men, and where many a swinkt borderer had deposited his limbs, after
battling all day with moss troopers on this, or perhaps joining in a foray on the other side the Tweed,
I blessed myself as I passed through deserted chambers, or echoing passages, whose only inhabitants for years had been bats and spiders, till I laid me down in a bed, not over comfortable, and in no very good humour with my undertaking, and still less with the mode in which a disappointed marquess chose to indulge his disgusts at the world.
My regrets at this lasted some time, till they were lost in feelings still less agreeable; for I could never close my eyes but I encountered the bitten arm of the starved prisoner, and also, strange to say, the handsome mustachios of Prince Adolphus, who, with the whole train of jealous thoughts which this generated, rose perpetually and sensibly before me.
This, the shrieking of the weathercocks above, and the roaring of the sea below, rendered my night wakeful and melancholy, to say nothing of the dreary vastness of an unfurnished border castle, half in ruins, calculated for a company of a hundred brisk soldiers, but whose garrison was reduced to a gouty, discontented peer, with one male and two female menials for the whole of his retinue.
Had I been superstitious, or had any thing been on my conscience, all this would have murdered sleep; but Youth, and his younger brother,
Hope, will bear up against greater difficulties than these before their buoyancy can be repressed. I succeeded, therefore, at last, in laying all spectres, of whatever kind, that endeavoured to disturb my rest, and I fell into a refreshing slumber, from which I was only awakened by the sun shining in all his splendour
“ From his chamber in the east." I immediately sprang up, and was gratified with a noble view of the German Ocean, and our good town of Berwick-upon-Tweed in the distance.
While dressing, the attentive Simcoe came in to administer to my wants, and told me his lord was better, and hoped to get down stairs after breakfast. Meantime, looking round at the sorry equipment of the room, he expressed fears that my night could not have been comfortable.
" Rather different, Sir, this, from Grosvenor Square,” said he, “and still more from the house and fine gardens of Beaulieu, my lord's grand place in Northamptonshire. When we shall get away from this, and return there, I don't know. But, Lord ! Sir, I am glad you're come, for I hope it is to take his lordship back again from this sad place, where he has nobody to speak to but a vulgar exciseman, and nothing to do but dig in his garden—for he actually does both-great nobleman as he is. I am sure if I had not known him, man and boy, these twenty years, I would not stay in this wild place
an hour; no servants but two maids, and a groom and gardener out of doors. I know my lord as well, and better, than he does himself, and for all his talk about that Apemantus over the side-board, and not trusting man or woman, I am sure he will never do out of London or Beaulieu. What can be the reason of it, I can't find out, but I do hope, Sir, you have brought him some good news, for nothing else will cure his gout.”
“ And will that do it, Mr. Simcoe?” asked I.
“ I don't know, Sir, but I wish there never was such a thing as a newspaper ; for he takes them all in, and never reads one but it makes him worse. But as you are now dressed, I will, if you please, go and prepare your breakfast; though I fear you will never find the
down without me, so if you please I will stop and shew you."
Feeling that he was right, I gladly accepted the offer, and followed him down, as I had followed him up, through a labyrinth of passages and staircases, till I found myself again seated under Apemantus's Grace, in the dining-room. I read it again, and agreed with the sagacious Simcoe, that he knew his lord as well, if not better, than he did himself, when he professed to admire such a piece of cynicism.
Breakfast over, I began to be anxious for the sight of the noble hermit who so distrusted his species. In fact, from what I saw, notwithstand
ing its want of keeping, I was fearful lest the feudal interest about the place, and the self-flattery of every man who pretends to despise the world, might influence him to be obstinate, at least for a while, against all overtures to bring him back.
Of his total unfitness for the life he had chosen, except while under the operation of his spleen, I was as convinced as Mr. Simcoe himself. Oh! what a contrast to the really philosophic and selfsufficing Manners, and how different this gloomy castle from the cheerful Grange !