to renew my walk, when a tall, dark figure, wrapped up,
like myself, in a large French cloak, passed slowly along from the other
side of the church, and paused by the copse I have before mentioned. I
was shrouded at that moment from his sight by one of the yew trees;
he stood still only for a few moments; he then flung himself upon the
earth, and sobbed, audibly even at the spot where I was standing. I was
in doubt whether to wait longer or to proceed; my way lay just by him,
and it might be dangerous to interrupt so substantial an apparition.
However, my curiosity was excited, and my feet were half frozen, two
cogent reasons for proceeding; and, to say truth, I was never very much
frightened by any thing dead or alive.

Accordingly I left my obscurity, and walked slowly onwards. I had
not got above three paces before the figure rose, and stood erect and
motionless before me. His hat had fallen off, and the moon shone full
upon his countenance; it was not the wild expression of intense anguish
which dwelt on those hueless and sunken features; nor their quick change
to ferocity and defiance, as his eyes fell upon me, which made me start
back and feel my heart stand still! Notwithstanding the fearful ravages
graven in that countenance, then so brilliant with the graces of
boyhood, I recognized, at one glance, those still noble and chiselled
features. It was Reginald Glanville who stood before me! I recovered
myself instantly; I threw myself towards him, and called him by his
name. He turned hastily; but I would not suffer him to escape; I put my
hand upon his arm, and drew him towards me. "Glanville!" I exclaimed,
"it is I! it is your old--old friend, Henry Pelham. Good God! have I met
you at last, and in such a scene?"

Glanville shook me from him in an instant, covered his face with his
hands, and sunk down with one wild cry, which went fearfully through
that still place, upon the spot from which he had but just risen. I
knelt beside him; I took his hand; I spoke to him in every endearing
term that I could think of; and roused and excited as my feelings
were, by so strange and sudden a meeting, I felt my tears involuntarily
falling over the hand which I held in my own. Glanville turned; he
looked at me for one moment, as if fully to recognize me: and then
throwing himself in my arms, wept like a child.

It was but for a few minutes that this weakness lasted; he rose
suddenly--the whole expression of his countenance w