allery hung with pictures, which the latter pointed out to
his guest, telling the names, and giving some account of the personages
whose portraits presented themselves in progression. General Browne was
but little interested in the details which these accounts conveyed to
him. They were, indeed, of the kind which are usually found in an old
family gallery. Here was a Cavalier who had ruined the estate in the
royal cause; there a fine lady who had reinstated it by contracting a
match with a wealthy Roundhead. There hung a gallant who had been in
danger for corresponding with the exiled Court at Saint Germain's; here
one who had taken arms for William at the Revolution; and there a third
that had thrown his weight alternately into the scale of Whig and Tory.

While lord Woodville was cramming these words into his guest's ear,
"against the stomach of his sense," they gained the middle of the
gallery, when he beheld General Browne suddenly start, and assume an
attitude of the utmost surprise, not unmixed with fear, as his eyes were
suddenly caught and riveted by a portrait of an old lady in a sacque,
the fashionable dress of the end of the seventeenth century.

"There she is!" he exclaimed--"there she is, in form and features,
though Inferior in demoniac expression to the accursed hag who visited
me last night!"

"If that be the case," said the young nobleman, "there can remain no
longer any doubt of the horrible reality of your apparition. That is the
picture of a wretched ancestress of mine, of whose crimes a black and
fearful catalogue is recorded in a family history in my charter-chest.
The recital of them would be too horrible; it is enough to say, that in
yon fatal apartment incest and unnatural murder were committed. I will
restore it to the solitude to which the better judgment of those who
preceded me had consigned it; and never shall any one, so long as I can
prevent it, be exposed to a repetition of the supernatural horrors which
could shake such courage as yours."

Thus the friends, who had met with such glee, parted in a very different
mood--Lord Woodville to command the Tapestried Chamber to be unmantled,
and the door built up; and General Browne to seek in some less beautiful
country, and with some less dignified friend, forgetfulness of the
painful night which he had passed in Woodville Castle.

END OF THE TAPESTRIED CHAMBER.

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DEATH OF THE LAIRD'S JOCK

by Sir Walter Scott.

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