gth so much by loss of blood, that when he committed himself to the
flames, he was unable, even had he been willing, to avoid the fiery and
awful sacrifice of which he made himself the victim. If anything could
deepen the impression of fear and awe, already so general among the
people, it was the unparalleled nature of his death. Its circumstances
are yet remembered in the parish and county wherein it occurred--_for it
is no fiction_, gentle reader! and the titular bishop who then presided
over the diocese declared, that while he lived no person bearing the
unhappy man's name should ever be admitted to the clerical order.

The shock produced by his death struck the miserable woman into the
utter darkness of settled derangement. She survived him some years, but
wandered about through the province, still, according to the
superstitious belief of the people, tormented by the terrible enmity of
the _Lianhan Shee_.

XVI

THE HAUNTED COVE

By SIR GEORGE DOUGLAS, Bart.

Commonplace in itself and showing positive vulgarity in the style in
which its pleasure-grounds are laid out, Clyffe, near Berwick-on-Tweed,
has yet one delightful feature of its own,--to wit, a private bay to
which access is obtained by a tunnel seventy or eighty yards long, cut
through the soft formation of the cliff from the sloping gardens above.
The result is that, if you are a visitor at Clyffe, you have your own
private bathing ground, your own private beach where the children may
play, without fear of being encroached upon, unless, indeed, a boat
should be run in among the rocks from seaward. In the early nineties of
the last century, the only daughter of the house of Clyffe was engaged
to be married to a young officer quartered at the military depot at
Berwick. They were a blameless but not particularly interesting couple,
and one of their hobbies was to meet and promenade on the smooth sands
of Clyffe bay in the brilliant autumn moonlight. In order to prevent
possible intrusion from the sea, the seaward end of the tunnel was
closed by a heavy iron gate, and upon the inner side of this gate the
Lieutenant was to wait until his fiancee should steal forth bringing
with her the key which should give access to the beach. It was all very
foolish and romantic, no doubt, for they might have met just as
conveniently in the conservatory of Clyffe House, where their privacy
would have been equally respected, and where Miss Alix's satin shoes
and di