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The Old English Baron by Clara Reeve



PREFACE



As this Story is of a species which, though not new, is out of the
common track, it has been thought necessary to point out some
circumstances to the reader, which will elucidate the design, and, it
is hoped, will induce him to form a favourable, as well as a right
judgment of the work before him.

This Story is the literary offspring of The Castle of Otranto, written
upon the same plan, with a design to unite the most attractive and
interesting circumstances of the ancient Romance and modern Novel, at
the same time it assumes a character and manner of its own, that
differs from both; it is distinguished by the appellation of a Gothic
Story, being a picture of Gothic times and manners. Fictitious stories
have been the delight of all times and all countries, by oral tradition
in barbarous, by writing in more civilized ones; and although some
persons of wit and learning have condemned them indiscriminately, I
would venture to affirm, that even those who so much affect to despise
them under one form, will receive and embrace them under another.

Thus, for instance, a man shall admire and almost adore the Epic poems
of the Ancients, and yet despise and execrate the ancient Romances,
which are only Epics in prose.

History represents human nature as it is in real life, alas, too often
a melancholy retrospect! Romance displays only the amiable side of the
picture; it shews the pleasing features, and throws a veil over the
blemishes: Mankind are naturally pleased with what gratifies their
vanity; and vanity, like all other passions of the human heart, may be
rendered subservient to good and useful purposes.

I confess that it may be abused, and become an instrument to corrupt
the manners and morals of mankind; so may poetry, so may plays, so may
every kind of composition; but that will prove nothing more than the
old saying lately revived by the philosophers the most in fashion,
"that every earthly thing has two handles."

The business of Romance is, first, to excite the attention; and
secondly, to direct it to some useful, or at least innocent, end: Happy
the writer who attains both these points, like Richardson! and not
unfortunate, or undeserving praise, he who gains only the latter, and
furnishes out an entertainment for the reader!

Having, in some degree, opened my design, I beg leave to conduct my
reader back again, till he comes within view of The Castle of Otranto;
a work which, as already has been observed, is an attempt to unite the
various merits and graces of the ancient Romance and modern Novel. To
attain this end, there is required a sufficient degree of the
marvellous, to excite the attention; enough of the manners of real
life, to give an air of probability to the work; and enough of the
pathetic, to engage the heart in its behalf.

The book we have mentioned is excellent in the two last points, but has
a redundancy in the first; the opening excites the attention very
strongly; the conduct of the story is artful and judicious; the
characters are admirably drawn and supported; the diction polished and
elegant; yet, with all these brilliant advantages, it palls upon the
mind (though it does not upon the ear); and the reason is obvious, the
machinery is so violent, that it destroys the effect it is intended to
excite. Had the story been kept within the utmost verge of probability,
the effect had been preserved, without losing the least circumstance
that excites or detains the attention.

For instance; we can conceive, and allow of, the appearance of a ghost;
we can even dispense with an enchanted sword and helmet; but then they
must keep within certain limits of credibility: A sword so large as to
require an hundred men to lift it; a helmet that by its own weight
forces a passage through a court-yard into an arched vault, big enough
for a man to go through; a picture that walks out of its frame; a
skeleton ghost in a hermit's cowl: --When your expectation is wound up
to the highest pitch, these circumstances take it down with a witness,
destroy the work of imagination, and, instead of attention, excite
laughter. I was both surprised and vexed to find the enchantment
dissolved, which I wished might continue to the end of the book; and
several of its readers have confessed the same disappointment to me:
The beauties are so numerous, that we cannot bear the defects, but want
it to be perfect in all respects.

In the course of my observations upon this singular book, it seemed to
me that it was possible to compose a work upon the same plan, wherein
these defects might be avoided; and the keeping, as in painting, might
be preserved.

But then I began to fear it might happen to me as to certain
translators, and imitators of Shakespeare; the unities may be
preserved, while the spirit is evaporated. However, I ventured to
attempt it; I read the beginning to a circle of friends of approved
judgment, and by their approbation was encouraged to proceed, and to
finish it.





THE OLD ENGLISH BARON: A GOTHIC STORY.



In the minority of Henry the Sixth, King of England, when the renowned
John, Duke of Bedford was Regent of France, and Humphrey, the good Duke
of Gloucester, was Protector of England, a worthy knight, called Sir
Philip Harclay, returned from his travels to England, his native
country. He had served under the glorious King Henry the Fifth with
distinguished valour, had acquired an honourable fame, and was no less
esteemed for Christian virtues than for deeds of chivalry. After the
death of his prince, he entered into the service of the Greek emperor,
and distinguished his courage against the encroachments of the
Saracens. In a battle there, he took prisoner a certain gentleman, by
name M. Zadisky, of Greek extraction, but brought up by a Saracen
officer; this man he converted to the Christian faith; after which he
bound him to himself by the ties of friendship and gratitude, and he
resolved to continue with his benefactor. After thirty years travel and
warlike service, he determined to return to his native land, and to
spend the remainder of his life in peace; and, by devoting himself to
works of piety and charity, prepare for a better state hereafter.

This noble knight had, in his early youth, contracted a strict
friendship with the only son of the Lord Lovel, a gentleman of eminent
virtues and accomplishments. During Sir Philip's residence in foreign
countries, he had frequently written to his friend, and had for a time
received answers; the last informed him of the death of old Lord Lovel,
and the marriage of the young one; but from that time he had heard no
more from him. Sir Philip imputed it not to neglect or forgetfulness,
but to the difficulties of intercourse, common at that time to all
travellers and adventurers. When he was returning home, he resolved,
after looking into his family affairs, to visit the Castle of Lovel,
and enquire into the situation of his friend. He landed in Kent,
attended by his Greek friend and two faithful servants, one of which
was maimed by the wounds he had received in the defence of his master.

Sir Philip went to his family seat in Yorkshire.  He found his mother
and sister were dead, and his estates sequestered in the hands of
commissioners appointed by the Protector. He was obliged to prove the
reality of his claim, and the identity of his person (by the testimony
of some of the old servants of his family), after which every thing was
restored to him. He took possession of his own house, established his
household, settled the old servants in their former stations, and
placed those he brought home in the upper offices of his family. He
then left his friend to superintend his domestic affairs; and, attended
by only one of his old servants, he set out for the Castle of Lovel, in
the west of England. They travelled by easy journeys; but, towards the
evening of the second day, the servant was so ill and fatigued he could
go no further; he stopped at an inn where he grew worse every hour, and
the next day expired. Sir Philip was under great concern for the loss
of his servant, and some for himself, being alone in a strange place;
however he took courage, ordered his servant's funeral, attended it
himself, and, having shed a tear of humanity over his grave, proceeded
alone on his journey.

As he drew near the estate of his friend, he began to enquire of every
one he met, whether the Lord Lovel resided at the seat of his
ancestors? He was answered by one, he did not know; by another, he
could not tell; by a third, that he never heard of such a person. Sir
Philip thought it strange that a man of Lord Lovel's consequence should
be unknown in his own neighbourhood, and where his ancestors had
usually resided. He ruminated on the uncertainty of human happiness.
"This world," said he, "has nothing for a wise man to depend upon. I
have lost all my relations, and most of my friends; and am even
uncertain whether any are remaining.  I will, however, be thankful for
the blessings that are spared to me; and I will endeavour to replace
those that I have lost. If my friend lives, he shall share my fortune
with me; his children shall have the reversion of it; and I will share
his comforts in return. But perhaps my friend may have met with
troubles that have made him disgusted with the world; perhaps he has
buried his amiable wife, or his promising children; and, tired of
public life, he is retired into a monastery. At least, I will know what
all this silence means."

When he came within a mile of the Castle of Lovel, he stopped at a
cottage and asked for a draught of water; a  peasant, master of the
house, brought it, and asked if his honour would alight and take a
moment's refreshment. Sir Philip accepted his offer, being resolved to
make farther enquiry before he approached the castle. He asked the same
questions of him, that he had before of others.

"Which Lord Lovel," said the man, "does your honour enquire after?"

"The man whom I knew was called Arthur," said Sir Philip.

"Ay," said the Peasant, "he was the only surviving son of Richard, Lord
Lovel, as I think?"

"Very true, friend, he was so."

"Alas, sir," said the man, "he is dead! he survived his father but a
short time."

"Dead! say you? how long since?"

"About fifteen years, to the best of my remembrance."

Sir Philip sighed deeply.

"Alas!" said he, "what do we, by living long, but survive all our
friends! But pray tell me how he died?"

"I will, sir, to the best of my knowledge.  An't please your honour, I
heard say, that he attended the King when he went against the Welch
rebels, and he left his lady big with child; and so there was a battle
fought, and the king got the better of the rebels. There came first a
report that none of the officers were killed; but a few days after
there came a messenger with an account very different, that several
were wounded, and that the Lord Lovel was slain; which sad news overset
us all with sorrow, for he was a noble gentleman, a bountiful master,
and the delight of all the neighbourhood."

"He was indeed," said Sir Philip, all that is amiable and good; he was
my dear and noble friend, and I am inconsolable for his loss.  But the
unfortunate lady, what became of her?"

"Why, a'nt please your honour, they said she died of grief for the loss
of her husband; but her death was kept private for a time, and we did
not know it for certain till some weeks afterwards."

"The will of Heaven be obeyed!" said Sir Philip; "but who succeeded to
the title and estate?"

"The next heir," said the peasant, "a kinsman of the deceased, Sir
Walter Lovel by name."

"I have seen him," said Sir Philip, "formerly; but where was he when
these events happened?"

"At the Castle of Lovel, sir; he came there on a visit to the lady, and
waited there to receive my Lord, at his return from Wales; when the
news of his death arrived, Sir Walter did every thing in his power to
comfort her, and some said he was to marry her; but she refused to be
comforted, and took it so to heart that she died."

"And does the present Lord Lovel reside at the castle?"

"No, sir."

"Who then?"

"The Lord Baron Fitz-Owen."

"And how came Sir Walter to leave the seat of his ancestors?"

"Why, sir, he married his sister to this said Lord; and so he sold the
Castle to him, and went away, and built himself a house in the north
country, as far as Northumberland, I think they call it."

"That is very strange!" said Sir Philip.

"So it is, please your honour; but this is all I know about it."

"I thank you, friend, for your intelligence; I have taken a long
journey to no purpose, and have met with nothing but cross accidents.
This life is, indeed, a pilgrimage! Pray direct me the nearest way to
the next monastery."

"Noble sir," said the peasant, "it is full five miles off, the night is
coming on, and the ways are bad; I am but a poor man, and cannot
entertain your honour as you are used to; but if you will enter my poor
cottage, that, and every thing in it, are at your service."

"My honest friend, I thank you heartily," said Sir Philip; "your
kindness and hospitality might shame many of higher birth and breeding;
I will accept your kind offer;--but pray let me know the name of my
host?"

"John Wyatt, sir; an honest man though a poor one, and a Christian man,
though a sinful one."

"Whose cottage is this?"

"It belongs to the Lord Fitz-Owen."

"What family have you?"

"A wife, two sons and a daughter, who will all be proud to wait upon
your honour; let me hold your honour's stirrup whilst you alight."

He seconded these words by the proper action, and having assisted his
guest to dismount, he conducted him into his house, called his wife to
attend him, and then led his horse under a poor shed, that served him
as a stable. Sir Philip was fatigued in body and mind, and was glad to
repose himself anywhere. The courtesy of his host engaged his
attention, and satisfied his wishes. He soon after returned, followed
by a youth of about eighteen years.

"Make haste, John," said the father, "and be sure you say neither more
nor less than what I have told you."

"I will, father," said the lad; and immediately set off, ran like a
buck across the fields, and was out of sight in an instant.

"I hope, friend," said Sir Philip, "you have not sent your son to
provide for my entertainment; I am a soldier, used to lodge and fare
hard; and, if it were otherwise, your courtesy and kindness would give
a relish to the most ordinary food."

"I wish heartily," said Wyatt, "it was in my power to entertain your
honour as you ought to be; but, as I cannot do so, I will, when my son
returns, acquaint you with the errand I sent him on."

After this they conversed together on common subjects, like
fellow-creatures of the same natural form and endowments, though
different kinds of education had given a conscious superiority to the
one, a conscious inferiority to the other; and the due respect was paid
by the latter, without being exacted by the former. In about half an
hour young John returned.

"Thou hast made haste," said the father.

 "Not more than good speed," quoth the son.

"Tell us, then, how you speed?"

"Shall I tell all that passed?" said John.

"All," said the father; "I don't want to hide any thing."

 John stood with his cap in his hand, and thus told his tale--

"I went straight to the castle as fast as I could run; it was my hap to
light on young Master Edmund first, so I told him just as you bad me,
that a noble gentleman was come a long journey from foreign parts to
see the Lord Lovel, his friend; and, having lived abroad many years, he
did not know that he was dead, and that the castle was fallen into
other hands; that upon hearing these tidings he was much grieved and
disappointed, and wanting a night's lodging, to rest himself before he
returned to his own home, he was fain to take up with one at our
cottage; that my father thought my Lord would be angry with him, if he
were not told of the stranger's journey and intentions, especially to
let such a man lie at our cottage, where he could neither be lodged nor
entertained according to his quality."

Here John stopped, and his father exclaimed--

"A good lad! you did your errand very well; and
tell us the answer."

John proceeded--

"Master Edmund ordered me some beer, and went to acquaint my Lord of
the message; he stayed a while, and then came back to me.-- 'John,'
said he, 'tell the noble stranger that the Baron Fitz-Owen greets him
well, and desires him to rest assured, that though Lord Lovel is dead,
and the castle fallen into other hands, his friends will always find a
welcome there; and my lord desires that he will accept of a lodging
there, while he remains in this country.' -- So I came away directly,
and made haste to deliver my errand."

Sir Philip expressed some dissatisfaction at this mark of old Wyatt's
respect.

"I wish," said he, "that you had acquainted me with your intention
before you sent to inform the Baron I was here. I choose rather to
lodge with you; and I propose to make amends for the trouble I shall
give you."

"Pray, sir, don't mention it," said the peasant, "you are as welcome as
myself; I
hope no offence; the only reason of my sending was, because I am both
unable and unworthy to entertain your honour."

"I am sorry," said Sir Philip, "you should think me so dainty; I am a
Christian soldier; and him I acknowledge for my Prince and Master,
accepted the invitations of the poor, and washed the feet of his
disciples. Let us say no more on this head; I am resolved to stay this
night in your cottage, tomorrow I will wait on the Baron, and thank him
for his hospitable invitation."

"That shall be as your honour pleases, since you will condescend to
stay here. John, do you run back and acquaint my Lord of it."

"Not so," said Sir Philip; "it is now almost dark."

"'Tis no matter," said John, "I can go it blindfold."

Sir Philip then gave him a message to the Baron in his own name,
acquainting him that he would pay his respects to him in the morning.
John flew back the second time, and soon returned with new
commendations from the Baron, and that he would expect him on the
morrow. Sir Philip gave him an angel of gold, and praised his speed and
abilities.

He supped with Wyatt and his family upon new-laid eggs and rashers of
bacon, with the highest relish. They praised the Creator for His gifts,
and acknowledged they were unworthy of the least of His blessings. They
gave the best of their two lofts up to Sir Philip, the rest of the
family slept in the other, the old woman and her daughter in the bed,
the father and his two sons upon clean straw. Sir Philip's bed was of a
better kind, and yet much inferior to his usual accommodations;
nevertheless the good knight slept as well in Wyatt's cottage, as he
could have done in a palace.

During his sleep, many strange and incoherent dreams arose to his
imagination. He thought he received a message from his friend Lord
Lovel, to come to him at the castle; that he stood at the gate and
received him, that he strove to embrace him, but could not; but that he
spoke to this effect: -- "Though I have been dead these fifteen years,
I still command here, and none can enter these gates without my
permission; know that it is I that invite, and bid you welcome; the
hopes of my house rest upon you." Upon this he bid Sir Philip follow
him; he led him through many rooms, till at last he sunk down, and Sir
Philip thought he still followed him, till he came into a dark and
frightful cave, where he disappeared, and in his stead he beheld a
complete suit of armour stained with blood, which belonged to his
friend, and he thought he heard dismal groans from beneath. Presently
after, he thought he was hurried away by an invisible hand, and led
into a wild heath, where the people were inclosing the ground, and
making preparations for two combatants; the trumpet sounded, and a
voice called out still louder, "Forbear! It is not permitted to be
revealed till the time is ripe for the event; wait with patience on the
decrees of heaven."  He was then transported to his own house, where,
going into an unfrequented room, he was again met by his friend, who
was living, and in all the bloom of youth, as when he first knew him:
He started at the sight, and awoke. The sun shone upon his curtains,
and, perceiving it was day, he sat up, and recollected where he was.
The images that impressed his sleeping fancy remained strongly on his
mind waking; but his reason strove to disperse them; it was natural
that the story he had heard should create these ideas, that they should
wait on him in his sleep, and that every dream should bear some
relation to his deceased friend. The sun dazzled his eyes, the birds
serenaded him and diverted his attention, and a woodbine forced its way
through the window, and regaled his sense of smelling with its
fragrance.  He arose, paid his devotions to Heaven, and then carefully
descended the narrow stairs, and went out at the door of the cottage.
There he saw the industrious wife and daughter of old Wyatt at their
morning work, the one milking her cow, the other feeding her poultry.
He asked for a draught of milk, which, with a slice of rye bread,
served to break his fast. He walked about the fields alone; for old
Wyatt and his two sons were gone out to their daily labour. He was soon
called back by the good woman, who told him that a servant from the
Baron waited to conduct him to the Castle. He took leave of Wyatt's
wife, telling her he would see her again before he left the country.
The daughter fetched his horse, which he mounted, and set forward with
the servant, of whom he asked many questions concerning his master's
family.

"How long have you lived with the Baron?"

"Ten years."

"Is he a good master?"

"Yes, Sir, and also a good husband and father."

"What family has he?"

"Three sons and a daughter."

"What age are they of?"

"The eldest son is in his seventeenth year, the second in his
sixteenth, the others several years younger; but beside these my Lord
has several young gentlemen brought up with his own sons, two of which
are his nephews; he keeps in his house a learned clerk to teach them
languages; and as for all bodily exercises, none come near them; there
is a fletcher to teach them the use of the cross-bow; a master to teach
them to ride; another the use of the sword; another learns them to
dance; and then they wrestle and run, and have such activity in all
their motions, that it does one good to see them; and my Lord thinks
nothing too much to bestow on their education."

"Truly," says Sir Philip, "he does the part of a good parent, and I
honour him greatly for it; but are the young gentlemen of a promising
disposition?"

"Yes indeed, Sir," answered the servant; "the young gentlemen, my
Lord's sons, are hopeful youths; but yet there is one who is thought to
exceed them all, though he is the son of a poor labourer."

"And who is he?" said the knight.

"One Edmund Twyford, the son of a cottager in our village; he is to be
sure as fine a youth as ever the sun shone upon, and of so sweet a
disposition that nobody envies his good fortune."

"What good fortune does he enjoy?"

"Why, Sir, about two years ago, my lord, at his sons request, took him
into his own family, and gives him the same education as his own
children; the young lords doat upon him, especially Master William, who
is about his own age: It is supposed that he will attend the young
Lords when they go to the wars, which my Lord intends they shall by and
by."

"What you tell me," said Sir Philip, "increases every minute my respect
for your Lord;
he is an excellent father and master, he seeks out merit in obscurity;
he
distinguishes and rewards it, -- I honour him with all my heart."

In this manner they conversed together till they came within view of
the castle. In a field near the house they saw a company of youths,
with crossbows in their hands, shooting at a mark.

"There," said the servant, "are our young gentlemen at their exercises."

Sir Philip stopped his horse to observe them; he heard two or three of
them cry out, "Edmund is the victor! He wins the prize!"

"I must," said Sir Philip, "take a view of this Edmund."

He jumped off his horse, gave the bridle to the servant, and walked
into the field. The young gentlemen came up, and paid their respects to
him; he apologized for intruding upon their sports, and asked which was
the victor?  Upon which the youth he spoke to beckoned to another, who
immediately advanced, and made his obeisance; As he drew near, Sir
Philip fixed his eyes upon him, with so much attention, that he seemed
not to observe his courtesy and address. At length he recollected
himself, and said, "What is your name, young man?"

"Edmund Twyford," replied the youth; "and I have the honour to attend
upon the Lord Fitz-Owen's sons."

"Pray, noble sir," said the youth who first addressed Sir Philip, "are
not you the stranger who is expected by my father?"

"I am, sir," answered he, "and I go to pay my respects to him."

"Will you excuse our attendance, Sir? We have not yet finished our
exercises."

"My dear youth," said Sir Philip, "no apology is necessary; but will
you favour me with your proper name, that I may know to whose courtesy
I am obliged?"

"My name is William Fitz-Owen; that gentleman is my eldest brother,
Master Robert; that other my kinsman, Master Richard Wenlock."

"Very well; I thank you, gentle Sir; I beg you not to stir another
step, your servant holds my horse."

"Farewell, Sir," said Master William; "I hope we shall have the
pleasure of meeting you at dinner."

The youths returned to their sports, and Sir Philip mounted his horse
and proceeded to the castle; he entered it with a deep sigh, and
melancholy recollections. The Baron received him with the utmost
respect and courtesy. He gave a brief account of the principal events
that had happened in the family of Lovel during his absence; he spoke
of the late Lord Lovel with respect, of the present with the affection
of a brother. Sir Philip, in return, gave a brief recital of his own
adventures abroad, and of the disagreeable circumstances he had met
with since his return home; he pathetically lamented the loss of all
his friends, not forgetting that of his faithful servant on the way;
saying he could be contented to give up the world, and retire to a
religious house, but that he was withheld by the consideration, that
some who depended entirely upon him, would want his presence and
assistance; and, beside that, he thought he might be of service to many
others. The Baron agreed with him in opinion, that a man was of much
more service to the world who continued in it, than one who retired
from it, and gave his fortune to the Church, whose servants did not
always make the best use of it. Sir Philip then turned the
conversation, and congratulated the Baron on his hopeful family; he
praised their persons and address, and warmly applauded the care he
bestowed on their education. The Baron listened with pleasure to the
honest approbation of a worthy heart, and enjoyed the true happiness of
a parent.

Sir Philip then made further enquiry concerning Edmund, whose
appearance had struck him with an impression in his favour.

"That boy," said the Baron, "is the son of a cottager in this
neighbourhood; his uncommon merit, and gentleness of manners,
distinguish him from those of his own class; from his childhood he
attracted the notice and affection of all that knew him; he was beloved
everywhere but at his father's house, and there it should seem that his
merits were his crimes; for the peasant, his father, hated him, treated
him severely, and at length threatened to turn him out of doors; he
used to run here and there on errands for my people, and at length they
obliged me to take notice of him; my sons earnestly desired I would
take him into my family; I did so about two years ago, intending to
make him their servant; but his extraordinary genius and disposition
have obliged me to look upon him in a superior light; perhaps I may
incur the censure of many people, by giving him so many advantages, and
treating him as the companion of my children; his merit must justify or
condemn my partiality for him; however, I trust that I have secured to
my children a faithful servant of the upper kind, and a useful friend
to my family."

Sir Philip warmly applauded his generous host, and wished to be a
sharer in his bounty to that fine youth, whose appearance indicated all
the qualities that had endeared him to his companions.

At the hour of dinner the young men presented themselves before their
Lord, and his guest. Sir Philip addressed himself to Edmund; he asked
him many questions, and received modest and intelligent answers, and he
grew every minute more pleased with him. After dinner the youths
withdrew with their tutor to pursue their studies. Sir Philip sat for
some time wrapt up in meditation. After some minutes, the Baron asked
him, "If he might not be favoured with the fruits of his
contemplations?"

"You shall, my Lord," answered he, "for you have a right to them. I was
thinking, that when many blessings are lost, we should cherish those
that remain, and even endeavour to replace the others.  My Lord, I have
taken a strong liking to that youth whom you call Edmund Twyford; I
have neither children nor relations to claim my fortune, nor share my
affections; your Lordship has many demands upon your generosity: I can
provide for this promising youth without doing injustice to any one;
will you give him to me?"

"He is a fortunate boy," said the Baron, "to gain your favour so soon."

"My Lord," said the knight, "I will confess to you, that the first
thing that touched my heart in his favour, is a strong resemblance he
bears to a certain dear friend I once had, and his manner resembles him
as much as his person; his qualities deserve that he should be placed
in a higher rank; I will adopt him for my son, and introduce him into
the world as my relation, if you will resign him to me; What say you?"

"Sir," said the Baron, "you have made a noble offer, and I am too much
the young man's friend to be a hindrance to his preferment. It is true
that I intended to provide for him in my own family; but I cannot do it
so effectually as by giving him to you, whose generous affection being
unlimited by other ties, may in time prefer him to a higher station as
he shall deserve it. I have only one condition to make; that the lad
shall have his option; for I would not oblige him to leave my service
against his inclination."

"You say well," replied Sir Philip; "nor would I take him upon other
terms."

"Agreed then," said the Baron; "let us send for Edmund hither."

 A servant was sent to fetch him; he came immediately, and his Lord
thus bespoke him."

"Edmund, you owe eternal obligations to this gentleman, who, perceiving
in you a certain resemblance to a friend of his, and liking your
behaviour, has taken a great affection for you, insomuch that he
desires to receive you into his family: I cannot better provide for you
than by disposing of you to him; and, if you have no objection, you
shall return home with him when he goes from hence."

The countenance of Edmund underwent many alterations during this
proposal of his Lord; it expressed tenderness, gratitude, and sorrow,
but the last was predominant; he bowed respectfully to the Baron and
Sir Philip, and, after some hesitation, spoke as follows:--

"I feel very strongly the obligations I owe to this gentleman, for his
noble and generous offer; I cannot express the sense I have of his
goodness to me, a peasant boy, only known to him by my Lord's kind and
partial mention; this uncommon bounty claims my eternal gratitude. To
you, my honoured Lord, I owe every thing, even this gentleman's good
opinion; you distinguished me when nobody else did; and, next to you,
your sons are my best and dearest benefactors; they introduced me to
your notice. My heart is unalterably attached to this house and family,
and my utmost ambition is to spend my life in your service; but if you
have perceived any great and grievous faults in me, that make you wish
to put me out of your family, and if you have recommended me to this
gentleman in order to be rid of me, in that case I will submit to your
pleasure, as I would if you should sentence me to death."

During this speech the tears made themselves channels down
Edmund's cheeks; and his two noble auditors, catching the tender
infection,
wiped their eyes at the conclusion.

"My dear child," said the Baron, "you overcome
me by your tenderness and gratitude! I know of no faults you have
committed,
that I should wish to be rid of you. I thought to do you the best
service by
promoting you to that of Sir Philip Harclay, who is both able and
willing to
provide for you; but if you prefer my service to his, I will not part
with you."

Upon this Edmund kneeled to the Baron; he embraced his knees.  "My dear
Lord! I am, and will be your servant, in preference to any man living;
I only
ask your permission to live and die in your service."


"You see, Sir Philip," said the Baron, "how this boy engages the heart;
how can I part with him?"

"I cannot ask you any more," answered Sir Philip, "I see it is
impossible; but I esteem you both still higher than ever; the youth for
his gratitude, and your lordship for your noble mind and true
generosity; blessings attend you both!"

"Oh, sir," said Edmund, pressing the hand of Sir Philip, "do not think
me ungrateful to you; I will ever remember your goodness, and pray to
Heaven to reward it: the name of Sir Philip Harclay shall be engraven
upon my heart, next to my Lord and his family, for ever."

Sir Philip raised the youth and embraced him, saying, "If ever you want
a friend, remember me; and depend upon my protection, so long as you
continue to deserve it."

Edmund bowed low, and withdrew, with his eyes full of tears of
sensibility and gratitude. When he was gone, Sir Philip said, "I am
thinking, that though young Edmund wants not my assistance at present,
he may hereafter stand in need of my friendship. I should not wonder if
such rare qualities as he possesses, should one day create envy, and
raise him enemies; in which case he might come to lose your favour,
without any fault of yours or his own."

"I am obliged to you for the warning," said the Baron, "I hope it will
be unnecessary; but if ever I part with Edmund, you shall have the
refusal of him."

"I thank your Lordship for all your civilities to me," said the knight;
"I leave my best wishes with you and your hopeful family, and I humbly
take my leave."

"Will you not stay one night in the castle?" returned my Lord; "you
shall be as welcome a guest as ever."

"I acknowledge your goodness and hospitality, but this house fills me
with melancholy recollections; I came hither with a heavy heart, and it
will not be lighter while I remain here. I shall always remember your
lordship with the highest respect and esteem; and I pray God to
preserve you, and increase your blessings!"

After some further ceremonies, Sir Philip departed, and returned to old
Wyatt's, ruminating on the vicissitude of human affairs, and thinking
on the changes he had seen.

At his return to Wyatt's cottage, he found the family assembled
together. He told them he would take another night's lodging there,
which they heard with great pleasure;-- for he had familiarised himself
to them in the last evening's conversation, insomuch that they began to
enjoy his company.  He told Wyatt of the misfortune he had sustained by
losing his servant on the
way, and wished he could get one to attend him home in his place. Young
John looked earnestly at his father, who returned a look of
approbation.

"I perceive one in this company," said he, "that would be proud to
serve your honour; but I fear he is not brought up well enough."

John coloured with impatience; he could not forbear speaking.

"Sir, I can answer for an honest heart, a willing mind, and a light
pair of heels; and though I am somewhat awkward, I shall be proud to
learn, to please my noble master, if he will but try me."

"You say well," said Sir Philip, "I have observed your qualifications,
and if you are desirous to serve me, I am equally pleased with you; if
your father has no objection I will take you."

"Objection, sir!" said the old man; "it will be my pride to prefer him
to such a noble gentleman; I will make no terms for him, but leave it
to your honour to do for him as he shall deserve."

"Very well," said Sir Philip, "you shall be no loser by that; I will
charge myself with the care of the young man."

The bargain was struck, and Sir Philip purchased a horse for John of
the old man. The next morning they set out; the knight left marks of
his bounty with the good couple, and departed, laden with their
blessing and prayers. He stopped at the place where his faithful
servant was buried, and caused masses to be said for the repose of his
soul; then, pursuing his way by easy journeys, arrived in safety at
home. His family rejoiced at his return; he settled his new servant in
attendance upon his person; he then looked round his neighbourhood for
objects of his charity; when he saw merit in distress, it was his
delight to raise and support it; he spent his time in the service of
his Creator, and glorified him in doing good to his creatures. He
reflected frequently upon every thing that had befallen him in his late
journey to the west; and, at his leisure, took down all the particulars
in writing.



[Here follows an interval of four years, as by the manuscript; and this
omission seems intended by the writer. What follows is in a different
hand, and the character is more modern.]

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ABOUT this time the prognostics of Sir Philip Harclay began to be
verified, that Edmund's good qualities might one day excite envy and
create him enemies. The sons and kinsmen of his patron began to seek
occasion to find fault with him, and to depreciate him with others. The
Baron's eldest son and heir, Master Robert, had several contests with
Master William, the second son, upon his account: This youth had a warm
affection for Edmund, and whenever his brother and kinsmen treated him
slightly, he supported him against their malicious insinuations. Mr.
Richard Wenlock, and Mr. John Markham, were the sisters sons of the
Lord Fitz-Owen; and there were several other more distant relations,
who, with them, secretly envied Edmund's fine qualities, and strove to
lessen him in the esteem of the Baron and his family. By degrees they
excited a dislike in Master Robert, that in time was fixed into habit,
and fell little short of aversion.


Young Wenlock's hatred was confirmed by an additional circumstance: He
had a growing passion for the Lady Emma, the Baron's only daughter;
and, as love is eagle-eyed, he saw, or fancied he saw her cast an eye
of preference on Edmund. An accidental service that she received from
him, had excited her grateful regards and attentions towards him. The
incessant view of his fine person and qualities, had perhaps improved
her esteem into a still foster sensation, though she was yet ignorant
of it, and thought it only the tribute due to gratitude and friendship.


One Christmas time, the Baron and all his family went to visit a family
in Wales; crossing a ford, the horse that carried the Lady Emma, who
rode behind her cousin Wenlock, stumbled and fell down, and threw her
off into the water: Edmund dismounted in a moment, and flew to her
assistance; he took her out so quick, that the accident was not known
to some part of the company. From this time Wenlock strove to undermine
Edmund in her esteem, and she conceived herself obliged in justice and
gratitude to defend him against the malicious insinuations of his
enemies. She one day asked Wenlock, why he in particular should
endeavour to recommend himself to her favour, by speaking against
Edmund, to whom she was under great obligations?  He made but little
reply; but the impression sunk deep into his rancorous heart; every
word in Edmund's behalf was like a poisoned arrow that rankled in the
wound, and grew every day more inflamed. Sometimes he would pretend to
extenuate Edmund's supposed faults, in order to load him with the sin
of ingratitude upon other occasions. Rancour works deepest in the heart
that strives to conceal it; and, when covered by art, frequently puts
on the appearance of candour. By these means did Wenlock and Markham
impose upon the credulity of Master Robert and their other relations:
Master William only stood proof against all their insinuations.


The same autumn that Edmund completed his eighteenth year, the Baron
declared his intention of sending the young men of his house to France
the following spring, to learn the art of war, and signalize their
courage and abilities.

Their ill-will towards Edmund was so well concealed, that his patron
had not discovered it; but it was whispered among the servants, who are
generally close observers of the manners of their principals. Edmund
was a favourite with them all, which was a strong presumption that he
deserved to be so, for they seldom shew much regard to dependents, or
to superiour domestics, who are generally objects of envy and dislike.
Edmund was courteous, but not familiar with them; and, by this means,
gained their affections without soliciting them. Among them was an old
serving man, called Joseph Howel; this man had formerly served the old
Lord Lovel, and his son; and when the young Lord died, and Sir Walter
sold the castle to his brother-in-law, the Lord Fitz-Owen, he only of
all the old servants was left in the house, to take care of it, and to
deliver it into the possession of the new proprietor, who retained him
in his service: He was a man of few words, but much reflection: and,
without troubling himself about other people's affairs, went silently
and properly about his own business; more solicitous to discharge his
duty, than to recommend himself to notice, and not seeming to aspire to
any higher office than that of a serving man. This old man would fix
his eyes upon Edmund, whenever he could do it without observation;
sometimes he would sigh deeply, and a tear would start from his eye,
which he strove to conceal from observation. One day Edmund surprized
him in this tender emotion, as he was wiping his eyes with the back of
his hand: "Why," said he, "my good friend, do you look at me so
earnestly and affectionately?"

"Because I love you, Master Edmund," said he; "because I wish you well."

"I thank you kindly," answered Edmund; "I am unable to repay your love,
otherwise than by returning it, which I do sincerely."

"I thank you, sir," said the old man; "that is all I desire, and more
than I deserve."

"Do not say so," said Edmund; "if I had any better way to thank you, I
would not say so much about it; but words are all my inheritance."

Upon this he shook hands with Joseph, who withdrew hastily to conceal
his emotion, saying, "God bless you, master, and make your fortune
equal to your deserts! I cannot help thinking you were born to a higher
station than what you now hold."

"You know to the contrary," said Edmund; but Joseph was gone out of
sight and hearing.

The notice and observation of strangers, and the affection of
individuals, together with that inward consciousness that always
attends superiour qualities, would sometimes kindle the flames of
ambition in Edmund's heart; but he checked them presently by reflecting
upon his low birth and dependant station. He was modest, yet intrepid;
gentle and courteous to all; frank and unreserved to those that loved
him, discreet and complaisant to those who hated him; generous and
compassionate to the distresses of his fellow-creatures in general;
humble, but not servile, to his patron and superiors. Once, when he
with a manly spirit justified himself against a malicious imputation,
his young Lord, Robert, taxed him with pride and arrogance to his
kinsmen. Edmund denied the charge against him with equal spirit and
modesty. Master Robert answered him sharply, "How dare you contradict
my cousins? do you mean to give them the lie?"

"Not in words, Sir," said Edmund; "but I will behave so as that you
shall not believe them."

Master Robert haughtily bid him be silent and know himself, and not
presume to contend with men so much his superiors in every respect.
These heart-burnings in some degree subsided by their preparations for
going to France. Master Robert was to be presented at court before his
departure, and it was expected that he should be knighted. The Baron
designed Edmund to be his esquire; but this was frustrated by his old
enemies, who persuaded Robert to make choice of one of his own
domestics, called Thomas Hewson; him did they set up as a rival to
Edmund, and he took every occasion to affront him. All that Master
Robert gained by this step was the contempt of those, who saw Edmund's
merit, and thought it want of discernment in him not to distinguish and
reward it. Edmund requested of his Lord that he might be Master
William's attendant; "and when," said he, "my patron shall be knighted,
as I make no doubt he will one day be, he has promised that I shall be
his esquire." The Baron granted Edmund's request; and, being freed from
servitude to the rest, he was devoted to that of his beloved Master
William, who treated him in public as his principal domestic, but in
private as his chosen friend and brother.


The whole cabal of his enemies consulted together in what manner they
should vent their resentment against him; and it was agreed that they
should treat him with indifference and neglect, till they should arrive
in France; and when there, they should contrive to render his courage
suspected, and by putting him upon some desperate enterprize, rid
themselves of him for ever. About this time died the great Duke of
Bedford, to the irreparable loss of the English nation. He was
succeeded by Richard Plantagenet, Duke of York, as Regent of France, of
which great part had revolted to Charles the Dauphin. Frequent actions
ensued. Cities were lost and won; and continual occasions offered to
exercise the courage, and abilities, of the youths of both nations.

The young men of Baron Fitz-Owen's house were recommended particularly
to the Regent's notice. Master Robert was knighted, with several other
young men of family, who distinguished themselves by their spirit and
activity upon every occasion. The youth were daily employed in warlike
exercises, and frequent actions; and made their first essay in arms in
such a manner as to bring into notice all that deserved it.
 Various arts were used by Edmund's enemies to expose him to danger;
but all their contrivances recoiled upon themselves, and brought
increase of honour upon Edmund's head; he distinguished himself upon so
many occasions, that Sir Robert himself began to pay him more than
ordinary regard, to the infinite mortification of his kinsmen and
relations. They laid many schemes against him, but none took effect.

[From this place the characters in the manuscript are effaced by time
and damp. Here and there some sentences are legible, but not sufficient
to pursue the thread of the story. Mention is made of several actions
in which the young men were engaged-- that Edmund distinguished himself
by intrepidity in action; by gentleness, humanity and modesty in the
cessations -- that he attracted the notice of every person of
observation, and also that he received personal commendation from the
Regent.

The following incidents are clear enough to be transcribed; but the
beginning of the next succeeding pages is obliterated. However, we may
guess at the beginning by what remains.]


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As soon as the cabal met in Sir Robert's tent, Mr. Wenlock thus
began:-- "You see, my friends, that every attempt we make to humble
this upstart, turns into applause, and serves only to raise his pride
still higher. Something must be done, or his praise will go home before
us, at our own expence; and we shall seem only soils to set off his
glories. Any thing would I give to the man who should execute our
vengeance upon him."

"Stop there, cousin Wenlock," said Sir Robert; "though I think Edmund
proud and vain-glorious, and would join in any scheme to humble him,
and make him know himself, I will not suffer any man to use such base
methods to effect it. Edmund is brave; and it is beneath an Englishman
to revenge himself by unworthy means; if any such are used, I will be
the first man to bring the guilty to justice; and if I hear another
word to this purpose, I will inform my brother William, who will
acquaint Edmund with your mean intentions."  Upon this the cabal drew
back, and Mr. Wenlock protested that he meant no more than to mortify
his pride, and make him know his proper station. Soon after Sir Robert
withdrew, and they resumed their deliberations.


Then spoke Thomas Hewson: "There is a party to be sent out to-morrow
night, to intercept a convoy of provisions for the relief of Rouen; I
will provoke Mr. Edmund to make one of this party, and when he is
engaged in the action, I and my companions will draw off, and leave him
to the enemy, who I trust will so handle him, that you shall no more be
troubled with him."

"This will do," said Mr. Wenlock; "but let it be kept from my two
cousins, and only
known to ourselves; if they offer to be of the party, I will persuade
them off it. And you, Thomas, if you bring this scheme to a conclusion,
may depend upon my eternal gratitude."

"And mine," said Markham; and so said all. The next day the affair was
publicly mentioned; and Hewson, as he promised, provoked Edmund to the
trial. Several young men of family offered themselves; among the rest,
Sir Robert, and his brother William. Mr. Wenlock persuaded them not to
go, and set the danger of the enterprize in the strongest colours. At
last Sir Robert complained of the tooth-ache, and was confined to his
tent. Edmund waited on him; and judging by the ardour of his own
courage of that of his patron, thus bespoke him:-- "I am greatly
concerned, dear Sir, that we cannot have your company at night; but as
I know what you will suffer in being absent, I would beg the favour of
you to let me use your arms and device, and I will promise not to
disgrace them."

"No, Edmund, I cannot consent to that: I thank you for your noble
offer, and will remember it to your advantage; but I cannot wear
honours of another man's getting. You have awakened me to a sense of my
duty: I will go with you, and contend with you for glory; and William
shall do the
same."


In a few hours they were ready to set out. Wenlock and Markham, and
their dependants, found themselves engaged in honour to go upon an
enterprize they never intended; and set out, with heavy hearts, to join
the party. They marched in silence in the horrors of a dark night, and
wet roads; they met the convoy where they expected, and a sharp
engagement ensued. The victory was some time doubtful; but the moon
rising on the backs of the English, gave them the advantage. They saw
the disposition of their enemies, and availed themselves of it. Edmund
advanced the foremost of the party; he drew out the leader on the
French side; he slew him. Mr. William pressed forward to assist his
friend; Sir Robert, to defend his brother; Wenlock, and Markham, from
shame to stay behind.


Thomas Hewson and his associates drew back on their side; the French
perceived it, and pursued the advantage. Edmund pushed them in front;
the young nobles all followed him; they broke through the detachment,
and stopped the waggons. The officer who commanded the party,
encouraged them to go on; the defeat was soon complete, and the
provisions carried in triumph to the English camp.

Edmund was presented to the Regent as the man to whom the
victory was chiefly owing. Not a tongue presumed to move itself against
him;
even malice and envy were silenced.

"Approach, young man," said the Regent, "that I may confer upon you the
honour of knighthood, which you have well deserved."

 Mr. Wenlock could no longer forbear speaking -- "Knighthood," said he,
"is an order belonging to gentlemen, it cannot be conferred on a
peasant."

"What say you, sir!" returned the Regent; "is this youth a peasant?"

"He is," said Wenlock; "let him deny it if he can."

Edmund, with a modest bow, replied, "It is true indeed I am a peasant,
and this honour is too great for me; I have only done my duty."

The Duke of York, whose pride of birth equalled that of any man living
or dead, sheathed
his sword immediately. "Though," said he, "I cannot reward you as I
intended, I
will take care that you shall have a large share in the spoils of this
night;
and, I declare publicly, that you stand first in the list of gallant
men in
this engagement."

Thomas Hewson and his associates made a poor figure in their
return; they were publicly reproved for their backwardness. Hewson was
wounded
in body and more in mind, for the bad success of his ill-laid design.
He could
not hold up his head before Edmund; who, unconscious of their malice,
administered every kind of comfort to them. He spoke in their behalf to
the
commanding officer, imputing their conduct to unavoidable accidents. He
visited
them privately; he gave them a part of the spoils allotted to himself;
by every
act of valour and courtesy he strove to engage those hearts that hated,
envied,
and maligned him: But where hatred arises from envy of superior
qualities,
every display of those qualities increases the cause from whence it
arises.



[Another pause ensues here.]




The young nobles and gentlemen who distinguished Edmund were prevented
from raising him to preferment by the insinuations of Wenlock and his
associates, who never failed to set before them his low descent, and
his pride and arrogance in presuming to rank with gentlemen.



[Here the manuscript is not legible for several pages. There is
mention, about this time, of the death of the Lady Fitz-Owen, but not
the cause.]



Wenlock rejoiced to find that his schemes took effect, and that they
should be recalled at the approach of winter. The Baron was glad of a
pretence to send for them home; for he could no longer endure the
absence of his children, after the loss of their mother.


[The manuscript is again defaced for many leaves; at length the letters
become more legible, and the remainder of it is quite perfect.]


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From the time the young men returned from France, the enemies of Edmund
employed their utmost abilities to ruin him in the Baron's opinion, and
get him dismissed from the family. They insinuated a thousand things
against him, that happened, as they said, during his residence in
France, and therefore could not be known to his master; but when the
Baron privately enquired of his two elder sons, he found there was no
truth in their reports. Sir Robert, though he did not love him, scorned
to join in untruths against him. Mr. William spoke of him with the
warmth of fraternal affection. The Baron perceived that his kinsmen
disliked Edmund; but his own good heart hindered him from seeing the
baseness of theirs. It is said, that continual dropping will wear away
a stone; so did their incessant reports, by insensible degrees, produce
a coolness in his patron's behaviour towards him. If he behaved with
manly spirit, it was misconstrued into pride and arrogance; his
generosity was imprudence; his humility was hypocrisy, the better to
cover his ambition. Edmund bore patiently all the indignities that were
thrown upon him; and, though he felt them severely in his bosom,
scorned to justify his conduct at the expence even of his enemies.
Perhaps his gentle spirit might at length have sunk under this
treatment, but providence interposed in his behalf; and, by seemingly
accidental circumstances, conducted him imperceptibly towards the
crisis of his fate.


Father Oswald, who had been preceptor to the young men, had a strong
affection for Edmund, from a thorough knowledge of his heart; he saw
through the mean artifices that were used to undermine him in his
patron's favour; he watched their machinations, and strove to frustrate
their designs.


This good man used frequently to walk out with Edmund; they conversed
upon various subjects; and the youth would lament to him the
unhappiness of his situation, and the peculiar circumstances that
attended him. The father, by his wholesome advice, comforted his
drooping heart, and confirmed him in his resolution of bearing
unavoidable evils with patience and fortitude, from the consciousness
of his own innocence, and the assurance of a future and eternal reward.

One day, as they were walking in a wood near the castle, Edmund asked
the father, what meant those preparations for building, the cutting
down trees, and burning of bricks?

"What," said Oswald, "have you not heard that my Lord is going to build
a new apartment on the west side of the castle?"

"And why," said Edmund, "should my Lord be at that expence when there
is one on the east side that is never occupied?"

"That apartment," said the friar, "you must have observed is always
shut up."

"I have observed it often," said Edmund; "but I never presumed to ask
any questions about it."

"You had then," said Oswald, "less curiosity, and more discretion, than
is common at your age."

"You have raised my curiosity," said Edmund; "and, if it be not
improper, I beg of you to gratify it."

"We are alone," said Oswald, "and I am so well assured of your
prudence, that I will explain this mystery in some degree to you."

"You must know, that apartment was occupied by the last Lord Lovel when
he was a batchelor. He married in his father's lifetime, who gave up
his own apartment to him, and offered to retire to this himself; but
the son would not permit him; he chose to sleep here, rather than in
any other. He had been married about three months, when his father, the
old lord, died of a fever. About twelve months after his marriage, he
was called upon to attend the King, Henry the Fourth, on an expedition
into Wales, whither he was attended by many of his dependants. He left
his lady big with child, and full of care and anxiety for his safety
and return.

"After the King had chastised the rebels, and obtained the victory, the
Lord Lovel was expected home every day; various reports were sent home
before him; one messenger brought an account of his health and safety;
soon after another came with bad news, that he was slain in
battle. His kinsman, Sir Walter Lovel, came here on a visit to comfort
the Lady; and he waited to receive his kinsman at his return. It was he
that brought the news of the sad event of the battle to the Lady Lovel.

"She fainted away at the relation; but, when she revived, exerted the
utmost resolution; saying, it was her duty to bear this dreadful stroke
with Christian fortitude and patience, especially in regard to the
child she went with, the last remains of her beloved husband, and the
undoubted heir of a noble house. For several days she seemed an example
of patience and resignation; but then, all at once, she renounced them,
and broke out into passionate and frantic exclamations; she said, that
her dear lord was basely murdered; that his ghost had appeared to her,
and revealed his fate.  She called upon Heaven and earth to revenge her
wrongs; saying, she would never cease complaining to God, and the King,
for vengeance and justice.

"Upon this, Sir Walter told the servants that Lady Lovel was
distracted, from grief for the death of her Lord; that his regard for
her was as strong as ever; and that, if she recovered, he would himself
be her comforter, and marry her. In the mean time she was confined in
this very apartment, and in less than a month the poor Lady died.  She
lies buried in the family vault in St. Austin's church in the village.
Sir Walter took possession of the castle, and all the other estates,
and assumed the title of Lord Lovel.

"Soon after, it was reported that the castle was haunted, and that the
ghosts of Lord and Lady Lovel had been seen by several of the servants.
Whoever went into this apartment were terrified by uncommon noises, and
strange appearances; at length this apartment was wholly shut up, and
the servants were forbid to enter it, or to talk of any thing relating
to it: However, the story did not stop here; it was whispered about,
that the new Lord Lovel was so disturbed every night, that he could not
sleep in quiet; and, being at last tired of the place, he sold the
castle and estate of his ancestors, to his brother-in-law the Lord
Fitz-Owen, who now enjoys it, and left this country."

"All this is news to me," said Edmund; "but, father, tell me what
grounds there were for the lady's suspicion that her lord died
unfairly?"

"Alas!" said Oswald, "that is only known to God. There were strange
thoughts in the minds of many at that time; I had mine; but I will not
disclose them, not even to you. I will not injure those who may be
innocent; and I leave it to Providence, who will doubtless, in its own
best time and manner, punish the guilty. But let what I have told you
be as if you had never heard it."

"I thank you for these marks of your esteem and confidence," said
Edmund; "be assured that I will not abuse them; nor do I desire to pry
into secrets not proper to be revealed.  I entirely approve your
discretion, and acquiesce in your conclusion, that Providence will in
its own time vindicate its ways to man; if it were not for that trust,
my situation would be insupportable. I strive earnestly to deserve the
esteem and favour of good men; I endeavour to regulate my conduct so as
to avoid giving offence to any man; but I see, with infinite pain, that
it is impossible for me to gain these points."

"I see it too, with great concern," said Oswald; "and every thing that
I can say and do in your favour is misconstrued; and, by seeking to do
you service, I lose my own influence.  But I will never give my
sanction to acts of injustice, nor join to oppress innocence. My dear
child, put your trust in God: He who brought light out of darkness, can
bring good out of evil."

"I hope and trust so," said Edmund; "but, father, if my enemies should
prevail -- if my lord should believe their stories against me, and I
should be put out of the house with disgrace, what will become of me? I
have nothing but my character to depend upon; if I lose that, I lose
every thing; and I see they seek no less than my ruin."

"Trust in my lord's honour and justice," replied Oswald; "he knows your
virtue, and he is not ignorant of their ill-will towards you."

"I know my lord's justice too well to doubt it," said Edmund; "but
would it not be better to rid him of this trouble, and his family of an
incumbrance? I would gladly do something for myself, but cannot without
my lord's recommendation; and, such is my situation, that I fear the
asking for a dismission would be accounted base ingratitude; beside,
when I think of leaving
this house, my heart saddens at the thought, and tells me I cannot be
happy out of it; yet I think I could return to a peasant's life with
cheerfulness, rather than live in a palace under disdain and contempt."

"Have patience a little longer, my son," said Oswald; "I will think of
some way to serve you, and to represent your grievances to my lord,
without offence to either -- perhaps the
causes may be removed. Continue to observe the same irreproachable
conduct; and be assured that Heaven will defend your innocence, and
defeat the unjust designs of your enemies. Let us now return home."

About a week after this conference, Edmund walked out in the fields
ruminating on the disagreeable circumstances of his situation.
Insensible of the time, he had been out several hours without
perceiving how the day wore away, when he heard himself called by name
several times; looking backward, he saw his friend Mr. William, and
hallooed to him. He came running
towards him; and, leaping over the style, stood still a while to
recover his breath.

"What is the matter, sir?" said Edmund; "your looks bespeak some
tidings of importance."

With a look of tender concern and affection, the youth pressed his hand
and spoke--

"My dear Edmund, you must come home with me directly; your old enemies
have united to ruin you with my father; my brother Robert has declared
that he thinks there will be no peace in our family till you are
dismissed from it, and told my father, he hoped he would not break with
his
kinsmen rather than give up Edmund."

"But what do they lay to my charge?" said Edmund.

"I cannot rightly understand," answered William, "for they make a great
mystery of it; something of great consequence, they say; but they will
not tell me what: However, my father has told them that they must bring
their accusation before your face, and he will have you answer them
publicly. I have been seeking you this hour, to inform you of this,
that you might be
prepared to defend yourself against your accusers."

"God reward you, sir," said Edmund, "for all your goodness to me! I see
they are determined to ruin me if possible: I shall be compelled to
leave the castle; but, whatever becomes of me, be assured you shall
have no cause to blush for your kindness and partiality to your Edmund."

"I know it, I am sure of it," said William; "and here I swear to you,
as Jonathan did to David, I beseech Heaven to bless me, as my
friendship to you shall be steady and inviolable!"

"Only so long as I shall deserve so great a blessing," interrupted
Edmund.

"I know your worth and honour," continued William; "and such is my
confidence in your merit,
that I firmly believe Heaven designs you for something extraordinary;
and I expect that some great and unforeseen event will raise you to the
rank and station to which you appear to belong: Promise me, therefore,
that whatever may be your fate you will preserve the same friendship
for me that I bear to you."

Edmund was so much affected that he could not answer but in broken
sentences.

"Oh my friend, my master! I vow, I promise, my heart promises!"

He kneeled down with clasped hands, and uplifted eyes.  William kneeled
by him, and they invoked the Supreme to witness to their friendship,
and implored His blessing upon it. They then rose up and embraced each
other, while tears of cordial affection bedewed their cheeks.

As soon as they were able to speak, Edmund conjured his friend not to
expose himself to the displeasure of his family out of kindness to him.

"I submit to the will of Heaven," said he; "I wait with patience its
disposal of me; if I leave the castle, I will find means to inform you
of my fate and fortunes."

"I hope," said William, "that things may yet be accommodated; but do
not take any resolution, let us act as occasions arise."

In this manner these amiable youths conferred, till they arrived at the
castle. The Baron was sitting in the great hall, on a high chair with a
footstep before, with the state and dignity of a judge; before him
stood Father Oswald, as pleading the cause for himself and Edmund.
Round the Baron's chair stood his eldest son and his kinsmen, with
their principal domestics. The old servant, Joseph, at some distance,
with his head leaning forward, as listening with the utmost attention
to what passed. Mr. William approached the chair.  "My Lord, I have
found Edmund, and brought him to answer for himself."

"You have done well," said the Baron. "Edmund, come hither; you are
charged with some indiscretions, for I cannot properly call them
crimes: I am resolved to do justice between you and your accusers; I
shall therefore hear you as well as them; for no man ought to be
condemned unheard."

"My lord," said Edmund, with equal modesty and intrepidity, "I demand
my trial; if I shall be found guilty of any crimes against my
Benefactor, let me be punished with the utmost rigour; But if, as I
trust, no such charge can be proved against me, I know your goodness
too well to doubt that you will do justice to me, as well as to others;
and if it should so happen that by the misrepresentations of my enemies
(who have long sought my ruin privately, and now avow it publicly), if
by their artifices your lordship should be induced to think me guilty,
I would submit to your sentence in silence, and appeal to another
tribunal."

"See," said Mr. Wenlock, "the confidence of the fellow! he already
supposes that my lord must be in the wrong if he condemns him; and then
this meek creature will appeal to another tribunal.  To whose will he
appeal? I desire he may be made to explain himself."

"That I will immediately," said Edmund, "without being compelled. I
only meant to appeal to Heaven that best knows my innocence."

"'Tis true," said the Baron, "and no offence to any one; man can only
judge by appearances, but Heaven knows the heart; Let every one of you
bear this in mind, that you may not bring a false accusation, nor
justify yourselves by concealing the truth. Edmund, I am informed that
Oswald and you have made very free with me and my family, in some of
your conversations; you were heard to censure me for the absurdity of
building a new apartment on the west side of
the castle, when there was one on the east side uninhabited.  Oswald
said, that apartment was shut up because it was haunted; that some
shocking murder had been committed there; adding many particulars
concerning Lord Lovel's family, such as he could not know the truth of,
and, if he had known, was imprudent to reveal. But, further, you
complained of ill-treatment here; and mentioned an intention to leave
the castle, and seek your fortune elsewhere. I shall examine
into all these particulars in turn. At present I desire you, Edmund, to
relate all that you can remember of the conversation that passed
between you and Oswald in the wood last Monday."

"Good God!" said Edmund, "is it possible that any person could put such
a construction upon so innocent a conversation?"

"Tell me then," said the Baron, "the particulars of it."

"I will, my lord, as nearly as my memory will allow me." Accordingly he
related most of the conversation that passed in the wood; but, in the
part that concerned the family of Lovel, he abbreviated as much as
possible. Oswald's countenance cleared up, for he had done the same
before Edmund came. The Baron called to his eldest son.

"You hear, Sir Robert, what both parties say; I have questioned them
separately; neither of them knew what the other would answer, yet their
accounts agree almost to a word."

"I confess they do so," answered Sir Robert; "but, sir, it is very bold
and presuming for them to speak of our family affairs in such a manner;
if my uncle, Lord Lovel, should come to know it, he would punish them
severely; and, if his honour is reflected upon, it becomes us to resent
and to punish it." Here Mr. Wenlock broke out into passion, and offered
to swear to the truth of his accusation.

"Be silent, Dick," said the Baron; "I shall judge for myself. I
protest," said he to Sir Robert, I never heard so much as Oswald has
now told me concerning the deaths of Lord and Lady Lovel; I think it is
best to let such stories alone till they die away of themselves. I had,
indeed, heard of an idle story of the east apartment's being haunted,
when first I came hither, and my brother advised me to shut it up till
it should be forgotten; but what has now been said, has suggested a
thought that may make that apartment useful in future. I have thought
of a punishment for Edmund that will stop the mouth of his accusers for
the present; and, as I
hope, will establish his credit with every body. Edmund, will you
undertake this adventure for me?"

"What adventure, my Lord," said Edmund? "There is nothing I would not
undertake to shew my gratitude and fidelity to you. As to my courage, I
would shew that at the expence of my malicious accusers, if respect to
my Lord's blood did not tie up my hands; as I am situated, I beg it may
be put to the proof in whatever way is most for my master's service."

"That is well said," cried the Baron; "as to your enemies, I am
thinking how to separate you from them effectually; of that I shall
speak hereafter. I am going to try Edmund's courage; he shall sleep
three nights in the east apartment, that he may testify to all whether
it be haunted or not; afterwards I will have that apartment set in
order, and my eldest son shall take it for his own; it will spare me
some expence, and answer my purpose as well, or
better; Will you consent, Edmund?"

"With all my heart, my Lord," said Edmund, "I have not wilfully
offended God or man; I have, therefore, nothing to fear."

"Brave boy!" said my Lord; "I am not deceived in you, nor shall you be
deceived in your reliance on me. You shall sleep in that apartment
to-night, and to-morrow I will have some private talk with you. Do you,
Oswald, go with me; I want to have some conversation with you. The rest
of you, retire to your studies and business; I will meet you at
dinner."

Edmund retired to his own chamber, and Oswald was shut up with the
Baron; he defended Edmund's cause and his own, and laid open as much as
he knew of the malice and designs of his enemies. The Baron expressed
much concern at the untimely deaths of Lord and Lady Lovel, and desired
Oswald to be circumspect in regard to what he had to say of the
circumstances attending them; adding, that the was both innocent and
ignorant of any treachery towards either of them. Oswald excused
himself for his communications to Edmund, saying, they fell
undesignedly into the subject, and that he mentioned it in confidence
to him only.

The Baron sent orders to the young men to come to dinner; but they
refused to meet Edmund at table; accordingly he ate in the steward's
apartment. After dinner, the Baron tried to reconcile his kinsmen to
Edmund; but found it impossible. They saw their designs were laid open;
and, judging of him by themselves, thought it impossible to forgive or
be forgiven. The Baron ordered them to keep in separate apartments; he
took his eldest son for his own companion, as being the most reasonable
of the malcontents; and ordered his kinsmen to keep their own
apartment, with a servant to watch their motions. Mr. William had
Oswald for his companion. Old Joseph was bid to attend on Edmund; to
serve him at supper; and, at the hour of nine, to conduct him to the
haunted apartment. Edmund desired that he might have a light and his
sword, lest his enemies should endeavour to surprise him. The Baron
thought his request reasonable, and complied with it.

There was a great search to find the key of the apartment; at last it
was discovered by Edmund, himself, among a parcel of old rusty keys in
a lumber room. The Baron sent the young men their suppers to their
respective apartments. Edmund declined eating, and desired to be
conducted to his apartment. He was accompanied by most of the servants
to the door of it; they wished him success, and prayed for him as if he
had been going to execution.

The door was with great difficulty unlocked, and Joseph gave Edmund a
lighted lamp, and wished him a good night; he returned his good wishes
to them all with the utmost cheerfulness, took the key on the inside of
the door, and dismissed them.

He then took a survey of his chamber; the furniture, by long neglect,
was decayed and dropping to pieces; the bed was devoured by the moths,
and occupied by the rats, who had built their nests there with impunity
for many generations. The bedding was very damp, for the rain had
forced its way through the ceiling; he determined, therefore, to lie
down in his clothes. There were two doors on the further side of the
room, with keys in them; being not at all sleepy, he resolved to
examine them; he attempted one lock, and opened it with ease; he went
into a large dining-room, the furniture of which was in the same
tattered condition; out of this was a large closet with some books in
it, and hung round with coats of arms, with genealogies and alliances
of the house of Lovel; he amused himself here some minutes, and then
returned into the bed-chamber.

He recollected the other door, and resolved to see where it led to; the
key was rusted into the lock, and resisted his attempts; he set the
lamp on the ground, and, exerting all his strength, opened the door,
and at the same instant the wind of it blew out the lamp, and left him
in utter darkness. At the same moment he heard a hollow rustling noise,
like that of a person coming through a narrow passage. Till this moment
not one idea of fear had approached the mind of Edmund; but, just then,
all the concurrent circumstances of his situation struck upon his
heart, and gave him a new and disagreeable sensation. He paused a
while; and, recollecting himself, cried out aloud.  "What should I
fear? I have not wilfully offended God or man; why then should I doubt
protection? But I have not yet implored the divine assistance; how then
can I expect it!"  Upon this, he kneeled down and prayed earnestly,
resigning himself wholly to the will of heaven; while he was yet
speaking, his courage returned, and he resumed his usual confidence;
again he approached the door from whence the noise proceeded; he
thought he saw a glimmering light upon a staircase before him. "If,"
said he, "this apartment is haunted, I will use my endeavours to
discover the cause of it; and if the spirit appears visibly, I will
speak to it."

He was preparing to descend the staircase, when he heard several knocks
at the door by which he first entered the room; and, stepping backward,
the door was clapped to with great violence. Again fear attacked him,
but he resisted it, and boldly cried out, "Who is there?"

A voice at the outer door answered, "It's I; Joseph, your friend!"

"What do you want?" said Edmund.

"I have brought you some wood to make a fire," said Joseph.

"I thank you kindly," said Edmund; "but my lamp is gone out; I will try
to find the door, however."

After some trouble he found, and opened it; and was not sorry to see
his friend Joseph, with a light in one hand, a flagon of beer in the
other, and a fagot upon his shoulder. "I come," said the good old man,
"to bring you something to keep up your spirits; the evening is cold; I
know
this room wants airing; and beside that, my master, I think your
present undertaking requires a little assistance."

"My good friend," said Edmund, "I never shall be able to deserve or
requite your kindness to me."

"My dear sir, you always deserved more than I could do for you; and I
think I shall yet live to see you defeat the designs of your enemies,
and acknowledge the services of your
friends."

"Alas!" said Edmund, "I see little prospect of that!"

"I see," said Joseph, "something that persuades me you are designed for
great things; and I perceive that things are working about to some
great end: have courage, my Master, my heart beats strangely high upon
your account!"

"You make me smile," said Edmund.

"I am glad to see it, sir; may you smile all the rest of your life!"

"I thank your honest affection," returned Edmund, "though it is too
partial to me. You had better go to bed, however; if it is known that
you visit me here, it will be bad for us both."

"So I will presently; but, please God, I will come here again to-morrow
night, when all the family are a-bed; and I will tell you some things
that you never yet heard."

"But pray tell me," said Edmund, "where does that door lead to?"

"Upon a passage that ends in a staircase that leads to the lower rooms;
and there is likewise a door out of that passage into the dining-room."

"And what rooms are there below stairs," said Edmund?

"The same as above," replied he.

"Very well; then I wish you a good night, we will talk further
to-morrow."

"Aye, to-morrow night; and in this place, my dear master."

"Why do you call me your master? I never was, nor ever can be, your
master."

"God only knows that," said the good old man; "good-night, and heaven
bless you! "

"Good-night, my worthy friend!

Joseph withdrew, and Edmund returned to the other door, and attempted
several times to open it in vain; his hands were benumbed and tired; at
length he gave over. He made a fire in the chimney, placed the lamp on
a table, and opened one of the window-shutters to admit the day-light;
he then recommended himself to the Divine protection, and threw himself
upon the bed; he presently sell asleep, and continued in that state,
till the sun saluted him with his orient beams through the window he
had opened.

As soon as he was perfectly awake, he strove to recollect his dreams.
He thought that he heard people coming up the staircase that he had a
glimpse of; that the door opened, and there entered a warrior, leading
a lady by the hand, who was young and beautiful, but pale and wan; The
man was dressed in complete armour, and his helmet down. They
approached the bed; they undrew the curtains. He thought the man said,
"Is this our child?"  The woman replied, "It is; and the hour
approaches that he shall be known for such."  They then separated, and
one stood on each side of the bed; their hands met over his head, and
they gave him a solemn benediction. He strove to rise and pay them his
respects, but they forbad him; and the lady said, "Sleep in peace, oh
my Edmund! for those who are the true possessors of this apartment are
employed in thy preservation; sleep on, sweet hope of a house that is
thought past hope!"

Upon this, they withdrew, and went out at the same door by which they
entered, and he heard them descend the stairs.  After this, he followed
a funeral as chief mourner; he saw the whole procession, and heard the
ceremonies performed. He was snatched away from this mournful scene to
one of a contrary kind, a stately feast, at which he presided; and he
heard himself congratulated as a husband, and a father; his friend
William sat by his side; and his happiness was complete. Every
succeeding idea was happiness without allay; and his mind was not idle
a moment till the morning sun awakened him. He perfectly remembered his
dreams, and meditated on what all these things should portend.  "Am I
then," said he, "not Edmund Twyford, but somebody of consequence in
whose fate so many people are interested?  Vain thought, that must have
arisen from the partial suggestion of my two friends, Mr. William and
old Joseph."

He lay thus reflecting, when a servant knocked at his door, and told
him it was past six o'clock, and that the Baron expected him to
breakfast in an hour. He rose immediately; paid his tribute of thanks
to heaven for its protection, and went from his chamber in high health
and spirits.  He walked in the garden till the hour of breakfast, and
then attended the Baron.

"Good morrow, Edmund!" said he; how have you rested in your new
apartment?"

"Extremely well, my lord," answered he.

"I am glad to hear it," said the Baron; "but I did not know your
accommodations were so bad, as Joseph tells me they are."

"'Tis of no consequence," said Edmund; "if they were much worse, I
could dispense with them for three nights."

"Very well," said the Baron; "you are a brave lad; I am satisfied with
you, and will excuse the other two nights."

"But, my lord, I will not be excused; no one shall have reason to
suspect my courage; I am determined to go through the remaining nights
upon many accounts."

"That shall be as you please," said my Lord. "I think of you as you
deserve; so well, that I shall ask your advice by and by in some
affairs of consequence."

"My life and services are yours, my lord; command them freely."

" Let Oswald be called in," said my Lord; "he shall be one of our
consultation." He came; the servants were dismissed; and the Baron
spoke as follows:

"Edmund, when first I took you into my family, it was at the request of
my sons and kinsmen; I bear witness to your good behaviour, you have
not deserved to lose their esteem; but, nevertheless, I have observed
for some years past, that all but my son William have set their faces
against you; I see their meanness, and I perceive their motives: but
they are, and must be, my relations; and I would rather govern them by
love, than fear. I love and esteem your virtues: I cannot give you up
to gratify their humours. My son William has lost the affections of the
rest, for that he bears to you; but he has increased my regard for him;
I think myself bound in honour to him and you to provide for you; I
cannot do it, as I wished, under my own roof. If you stay here, I see
nothing but confusion in my family; yet I cannot put you out of it
disgracefully. I want to think of some way to prefer you, that you may
leave this house with honour; and I desire both of you to give me your
advice in this matter. If Edmund will tell me in what way I can employ
him to his own honour and my advantage, I am ready to do it; let him
propose it, and Oswald shall moderate between us."

Here he stopped; and Edmund, whose sighs almost choked him, threw
himself at the Baron's feet, and wet his hand with his tears: "Oh, my
noble, generous benefactor! do you condescend to consult such a one as
me upon the state of your family? does your most amiable and beloved
son incur the ill-will of his brothers and kinsmen for my sake? What am
I, that I should disturb the peace of this noble family? Oh, my lord,
send me away directly! I should be unworthy to live, if I did not
earnestly endeavour to restore your happiness. You have given me a
noble education, and I trust I shall not disgrace it. If you will
recommend me, and give me a character, I fear not to make my own
fortune."

The Baron wiped his eyes; "I wish to do this, my child, butin what way?"

"My lord," said Edmund, "I will open my heart to you. I have served
with credit in the army, and I should prefer a soldier's life."

"You please me well," said the Baron; "I will send you to France, and
give you a recommendation to the Regent; he knows you personally, and
will prefer you, for my sake, and for your own merit."

"My lord, you overwhelm me with your goodness! I am but your creature,
and my life shall be devoted to your service."

"But," said the Baron, "how to dispose of you till the spring?"

"That," said Oswald, "may be thought of at leisure; I am glad that you
have resolved, and I congratulate you both."  The Baron put an end to
the conversation by desiring Edmund to go with him into the menage to
see his horses. He ordered Oswald to acquaint his son William with all
that had passed, and to try to persuade the young men to meet Edmund
and William at dinner.

The Baron took Edmund with him into his menage to see some horses he
had lately purchased; while they were examining the beauties and
defects of these noble and useful animals, Edmund declared that he
preferred Caradoc, a horse he had broke himself, to any other in my
lord's stables. "Then," said the Baron, "I will give him to you; and
you shall go upon him to seek your fortune." He made new
acknowledgments for this gift, and declared he would prize it highly
for the giver's sake. "But I shall not part with you yet," said my
lord; "I will first carry all my points with these saucy boys, and
oblige them to do you justice."

"You have already done that," said Edmund; and I will not suffer any of
your Lordship's blood to undergo any farther humiliation upon my
account. I think, with humble submission to your better judgment, the
sooner I go hence the better."

While they were speaking, Oswald came to them, and said, that the young
men had absolutely refused to dine at the table, if Edmund was present.
"'Tis well," said the Baron; "I shall find a way to punish their
contumacy hereafter; I will make them know that I am the master here.
Edmund and you, Oswald, shall spend the day in my apartment above
stairs. William shall dine with me alone; and I will acquaint him with
our determination; my son Robert, and his cabal, shall be prisoners in
the great parlour. Edmund shall, according to his own desire, spend
this and the following night in the haunted apartment; and this for his
sake, and my own; for if I should now contradict my former orders, it
would subject us both to their impertinent reflections."

He then took Oswald aside, and charged him not to let Edmund go out of
his sight; for if he should come in the way of those implacable
enemies, he trembled for the consequences. He then walked back to the
stables, and the two friends returned into the house.

They had a long conversation on various subjects; in the course of it,
Edmund acquainted Oswald with all that had passed between him and
Joseph the preceding night, the curiosity he had raised in him, and his
promise to gratify it the night following.

"I wish," said Oswald, "you would permit me to be one of your party."

"How can that be?" said Edmund; "we shall be watched, perhaps; and, if
discovered, what excuse can you make for coming there?  Beside, if it
were known, I shall be branded with the imputation of cowardice; and,
though I have borne much, I will not promise to bear that patiently."

"Never fear," replied Oswald, "I will speak to Joseph about it; and,
after prayers are over and the family gone to bed, I will steal away
from my own chamber and come to you. I am strongly interested in your
affairs; and I cannot be easy unless you will receive me into your
company; I will bind myself to secrecy in any manner you shall enjoin."


"Your word is sufficient," said Edmund; "I have as much reason to trust
you, father, as any man living; I should be ungrateful to refuse you
any thing in my power to grant; But suppose the apartment should really
be haunted, would you have resolution enough to pursue the adventure to
a discovery?"

"I hope so," said Oswald; "but have you any reason to believe it is?"

"I have," said Edmund; "but I have not opened my lips upon this subject
to any creature but yourself. This night I purpose, if Heaven permit,
to go all over the rooms; and, though I had formed this design, I will
confess that your company will strengthen my resolution. I will have no
reserves to you in any respect; but I must put a seal upon your lips."

Oswald swore secrecy till he should be permitted to disclose the
mysteries of that apartment; and both of them waited, in solemn
expectation, the event of the approaching night.

In the afternoon Mr. William was allowed to visit his friend. An
affecting interview passed between them.  He lamented the necessity of
Edmund's departure; and they took a solemn leave of each other, as if
they foreboded it would be long ere they should meet again.

About the same hour as the preceding evening, Joseph came to conduct
Edmund to his apartment.

"You will find better accommodations than you had last night," said he,
"and all by my lord's own order."

"I every hour receive some new proof of his goodness," said Edmund.

When they arrived, he found a good fire in the chamber, and a table
covered with cold meats, and a flagon of strong beer.

"Sit down and get your supper, my dear Master," said Joseph: "I must
attend my Lord; but as soon as the family are gone to bed, I will visit
you again."

"Do so," said Edmund; "but first, see Father Oswald; he has something
to say to you.  You may trust him, for I have no reserves to him."

"Well, Sir, I will see him if you desire it; and I will come to you as
soon as possible."  So saying, he went his way, and Edmund sat down to
supper.

After a moderate refreshment, he kneeled down, and prayed with the
greatest fervency.  He resigned himself to the disposal of Heaven: "I
am nothing," said he, "I desire to be nothing but what thou, O Lord,
pleasest to make me. If it is thy will that I should return to my
former obscurity, be it obeyed with cheerfulness; and, if thou art
pleased to exalt me, I will look up to thee, as the only fountain of
honour and dignity." While he prayed, he felt an enlargement of heart
beyond what he had ever experienced before; all idle fears were
dispersed, and his heart glowed with divine love and affiance;-- he
seemed raised above the world and all its pursuits. He continued wrapt
up in mental devotion, till a knocking at the door obliged him to rise,
and let in his two friends, who came without shoes, and on tiptoe, to
visit him.

"Save you, my son!" said the friar; "you look cheerful and happy."

"I am so, father," said Edmund; "I have resigned myself to the disposal
of Heaven, and I find my heart strengthened above what I can express."

"Heaven be praised!" said Oswald: "I believe you are designed for great
things, my son."

"What! do you too encourage my ambition?" says Edmund; strange
concurrence of circumstances!-- Sit down, my friends; and do you, my
good Joseph, tell me the particulars you promised last night." They
drew their chairs round the fire, and Joseph began as follows:--

"You have heard of the untimely death of the late Lord Lovel, my noble
and worthy master; perhaps you may have also heard that, from that
time, this apartment was haunted. What passed the other day, when my
Lord questioned you both on this head, brought all the circumstances
fresh into my mind. You then said, there were suspicions that he came
not fairly to his end. I trust you both, and will speak what I know of
it. There was a person suspected of
this murder; and whom do you think it was?"

"You must speak out," said Oswald.

"Why then," said Joseph, "it was the present Lord Lovel."

"You speak my thoughts," said Oswald; "but proceed to the proofs."

"I will," said Joseph.

"From the time that my lord's death was reported, there were strange
whisperings and consultations between the new lord and some of the
servants; there was a deal of private business carried on in this
apartment.  Soon after, they gave out that my poor lady was distracted;
but she threw out strong expressions that savoured nothing of madness.
She said, that the ghost of her departed lord had appeared to her, and
revealed the circumstances of this murder. None of the servants, but
one, were permitted to see her. At this very time, Sir Walter, the new
lord, had the cruelty to offer love to her; he urged her to marry him;
and one of her women overheard her say, she would sooner die than give
her hand to the man who caused the death of her Lord; Soon after this,
we were told my Lady was dead. The Lord Lovel made a public and
sumptuous funeral for her."

"That is true," said Oswald; "for I was a novice, and assisted at it."

"Well," says Joseph, "now comes my part of the story. As I was coming
home from the burial, I overtook Roger our ploughman. Said he, What
think you of this burying?-- 'What should I think,' said I, 'but that
we have lost the best Master and Lady that we shall ever know?' 'God,
He knows,' quoth Roger, 'whether they be living or dead; but if ever I
saw my Lady in my life, I saw her alive the night they say she died.' I
tried to convince him that he was mistaken; but he offered to take his
oath, that the very night they said she died, he saw her come out at
the garden gate into the fields; that she often stopped, like a person
in pain, and then went forward again until he lost sight of her. Now it
is certain that her time was out, and she expected to lie down every
day; and they did not pretend that she died in child-bed. I thought
upon what I heard, but nothing I said. Roger told the same story to
another servant; so he was called to an account, the story was hushed
up, and the foolish fellow said, he was verily persuaded it was her
ghost that he saw. Now you must take notice that, from this time, they
began to talk about, that this apartment was troubled; and not only
this, but at last the new Lord could not sleep in quiet in his own
room; and this induced him to sell the castle to his brother-in-law,
and get out of this country as fast as possible. He took most of the
servants away with him, and Roger among the rest. As for me, they
thought I knew nothing, and so they left me behind; but I was neither
blind nor deaf, though I could hear, and see, and say nothing."

"This is a dark story," said Oswald.

"It is so," said Edmund; "but why should Joseph seem to think it
concerns me in particular?"

"Ah, dear Sir," said Joseph, "I must tell you, though I never uttered
it to mortal man before; the striking resemblance this young man bears
to my dear Lord, the strange dislike his reputed father took to him,
his gentle manners, his generous heart, his noble qualities so uncommon
in those of his birth and breeding, the sound of his voice-- you may
smile at the strength of my fancy, but I cannot put it out of my mind
but that he is my own master's son."

At these words Edmund changed colour and trembled; he clapped his hand
upon his breast, and looked up to Heaven in silence; his dream recurred
to his memory, and struck upon his heart. He related it to his
attentive auditors.

"The ways of Providence are wonderful," said Oswald. "If this be so,
Heaven in its own time will make it appear."

Here a silence of several minutes ensued; when, suddenly, they were
awakened from their reverie by a violent noise in the rooms underneath
them. It seemed like the clashing of arms, and something seemed to fall
down with violence.

They started, and Edmund rose up with a look full of resolution and
intrepidity.

"I am called!" said he; "I obey the call!"

He took up a lamp, and went to the door that he had opened the night
before. Oswald followed with his rosary in his hand, and Joseph last
with trembling steps. The door opened with ease, and they descended the
stairs in profound silence.

The lower rooms answered exactly to those above; there were two
parlours and a large closet. They saw nothing remarkable in these
rooms, except two pictures, that were turned with their faces to the
wall. Joseph took the courage to turn them.  "These," said he, "are the
portraits of my lord and lady. Father, look at this face; do you know
who is like it?"

"I should think," said Oswald, "it was done for Edmund!"

"I am," said Edmund, "struck with the resemblance myself; but let us go
on; I feel myself inspired with unusual courage. Let us open the closet
door."

Oswald stopped him short.

"Take heed," said he, "lest the wind of the door put out the lamp. I
will open this door."

He attempted it without success; Joseph did the same, but to no
purpose; Edmund gave the lamp to Joseph; he approached the door, tried
the key, and it gave way to his hand in a moment.

"This adventure belongs," said he, "to me only; that is plain-- bring
the lamp forward."

Oswald repeated the paternoster, in which they all joined, and then
entered the closet.

The first thing that presented itself to their view, was a complete
suit of armour, that seemed to have fallen down on an heap.

"Behold!" said Edmund; "this made the noise we heard above." They took
it up, and examined
it piece by piece; the inside of the breast plate was stained with
blood.

"See here!" said Edmund; "what think you of this?"

"'Tis my Lord's armour," said Joseph; "I know it well-- here has been
bloody work in this closet!"

Going forward, he stumbled over something; it was a ring with the arms
of Lovel engraved upon it.

"This is my Lord's ring," said Joseph; "I have seen him wear it; I give
it to you, sir, as the right owner; and most religiously do I believe
you his son."

"Heaven only knows that," said Edmund; and, if it permits, I will know
who was my father before I am a day older."

While he was speaking, he shifted his ground, and perceived that the
boards rose up on the other side of the closet; upon farther
examination they found that the whole floor was loose,
and a table that stood over them concealed the circumstance from a
casual
observer.

"I perceive," said Oswald, "that some great discovery is at hand."

"God defend us!" said Edmund, "but I verily believe that the person
that owned this armour lies buried under us."

Upon this, a dismal hollow groan was heard, as if from underneath. A
solemn silence ensued, and marks of fear were visible upon all three;
the groan was thrice heard; Oswald made signs for them to kneel, and he
prayed audibly, that Heaven would direct them how to act; he also
prayed for the soul of the departed, that it might rest in peace. After
this, he arose; but Edmund continued kneeling-- he vowed solemnly to
devote himself to the discovery of this secret, and the avenging the
death of the person there buried. He then rose up. "It would be to no
purpose," said he, "for us to examine further now; when I am properly
authorised, I will have this place opened; I trust that time is not far
off."

"I believe it," said Oswald; "you are designed by Heaven to be its
instrument in bringing this deed of darkness to light. We are your
creatures; only tell us what you would have us do, and we are ready to
obey your commands."

"I only demand your silence," said Edmund, "till I call for your
evidence; and then, you must speak all you know, and all you suspect."

"Oh," said Joseph," that I may but live to see that day, and I shall
have lived long enough!"

"Come," said Edmund, "let us return up stairs, and we will consult
further how I shall proceed."

So saying, he went out of the closet, and they followed him. He locked
the door, and took
the key out-- "I will keep this," said he, "till I have power to use it
to purpose, lest any one should presume to pry into the secret of this
closet.  I will always carry it about me, to remind me of what I have
undertaken."

Upon this, they returned up stairs into the bed-chamber; all was still,
and they heard nothing more to disturb them.  "How," said Edmund, "is
it possible that I should be the son of Lord Lovel? for, however
circumstances have seemed to encourage such a notion, what reason have
I to believe it?"

"I am strangely puzzled about it," said Oswald. "It seems unlikely that
so good a man as Lord Lovel should corrupt the wife of a peasant, his
vassal; and, especially, being so lately married to a lady with whom he
was passionately in love."

"Hold there! said Joseph; "my lord was incapable of such an action; If
Master Edmund is the son of my lord, he is also the son of my lady."

"How can that be," said Edmund?

"I don't know how," said Joseph; "but there is a person who can tell if
she will; I mean Margery Twyford, who calls herself your mother."

"You meet my thoughts," said Edmund; "I had resolved, before you spoke,
to visit her, and to interrogate her on the subject; I will ask my
Lord's permission to go this very day."

"That is right," said Oswald; "but be cautious and prudent in your
enquiries."

"If you," said Edmund, "would bear me company, I should do better; she
might think herself obliged to answer your questions; and, being less
interested in the event, you would be more discreet in your
interrogations."

"That I will most readily," said he; "and I will ask my lord's
permission for us both"

"This point is well determined," said Joseph; "I am impatient for the
result; and I believe my feet will carry me to meet you whether I
consent or not."

"I am as impatient as you," said Oswald; "but let us be silent as the
grave, and let not a word or look indicate any thing knowing or
mysterious."

The daylight began to dawn upon their conference; and Edmund, observing
it, begged his friends to withdraw in silence. They did so, and left
Edmund to his own recollections. His thoughts were too much employed
for sleep to approach him; he threw himself upon the bed, and lay
meditating how he should proceed; a thousand schemes offered themselves
and were rejected; But he resolved, at all events, to leave Baron
Fitz-Owen's family the first opportunity that presented itself.

He was summoned, as before, to attend my lord at breakfast; during
which, he was silent, absent, and reserved. My Lord observed it, and
rallied him; enquiring how he had spent the night?

"In reflecting upon my situation, my Lord; and in laying plans for my
future conduct." Oswald took the hint, and asked permission to visit
Edmund's mother in his company, and acquaint her with his intentions of
leaving the country soon. He consented freely; but seemed unresolved
about Edmund's departure.

They set out directly, and Edmund went hastily to old Twyford's
cottage, declaring that every field seemed a mile to him. "Restrain
your warmth, my son," said Oswald; "compose your mind, and recover your
breath, before you enter upon a business of such consequence."  Margery
met them at the door, and asked Edmund, what wind blew him thither?

"Is it so very surprising, said he, "that I should visit my parents?"

"Yes, it is," said she, "considering the treatment you have met with
from us; but since Andrew is not in the house, I may say I am glad to
see you; Lord bless you, what a fine youth you be grown! 'Tis a long
time since I saw you; but that is not my fault; many a cross word, and
many a blow, have I had on your account; but I may now venture to
embrace my dear child."

Edmund came forward and embraced her fervently; the starting tears, on
both sides, evinced their affection. "And why," said he, "should my
father forbid you to embrace your child? what have I ever done to
deserve his hatred?"

"Nothing, my dear boy! you were always good and tender-hearted, and
deserved the love of every body."

"It is not common," said Edmund, "for a parent to hate his first-born
son without his having
deserved it."

"That is true," said Oswald; "it is uncommon, it is unnatural; nay, I
am of opinion it is almost impossible. I am so convinced of this truth,
that I believe the man who thus hates and abuses Edmund, cannot be his
father."  In saying this, he observed her countenance attentively; she
changed colour apparently. "Come," said he, "let us sit down; and do
you, Margery, answer to what I have said."

"Blessed Virgin!" said Margery, "what does your reverence mean? what do
you suspect?"

"I suspect," said he, "that Edmund is not the son of Andrew your
husband."

"Lord bless me!" said she, "what is it you do suspect?"

"Do not evade my question, woman! I am come here by authority to
examine you upon this point."

The woman trembled every joint.  "Would to Heaven!" said she, "that
Andrew was at home!"

"It is much better as it is," said Oswald; "you are the person we are
to examine."

"Oh, father," said she, "do you think that I-- that I-- that I am to
blame in this matter? what have I done?"

"Do you, sir," said he, "ask your own questions."

Upon this, Edmund threw himself at her feet, and embraced her knees. "O
my mother!" said he, "for as such my heart owns you, tell me for the
love of Heaven! tell me, who was my father?"

"Gracious Heaven!" said she, "what will become of me?"

"Woman!" said Oswald, "confess the truth, or you shall be compelled to
do it; by whom had you
this youth?"

"Who, I?" said she; "I had him! No, father, I am not guilty of the
black crime of adultery; God, He knows my innocence; I am not worthy to
be the mother of such a sweet youth as that is."

"You are not his mother, then, nor Andrew his father?"

"Oh, what shall I do?" said Margery; "Andrew will be the death of me!"

"No, he shall not," said Edmund; "you shall be protected and rewarded
for the discovery."

"Goody," said Oswald, "confess the whole truth, and I will protect you
from harm and from blame; you may be the means of making Edmund's
fortune, in which case he will certainly provide for you; on the other
hand, by an obstinate silence you will deprive yourself of all
advantages you might receive from the discovery; and, beside, you will
soon be examined in a different manner, and be obliged to confess all
you know, and nobody will thank you for it."

"Ah," said she, "but Andrew beat me the last time I spoke to Edmund;
and told me he would break every bone in my skin, if ever I spoke to
him again."

"He knows it then?" said Oswald.

"He know it! Lord help you, it was all his own doing."

"Tell us then," said Oswald; "for Andrew shall never know it, till it
is out of his power to punish you."

"'Tis a long story," said she, "and cannot be told in a few words."

"It will never be told at this rate," said he; "sit down and begin it
instantly."

"My fate depends upon your words," said Edmund; "my soul is impatient
of the suspense! If ever you loved me and cherished me, shew it now,
and tell while I have breath to ask it."

He sat in extreme agitation of mind; his words and actions
were equally expressive of his inward emotions.

"I will," said she; "but I must try to recollect all the circumstances.
You must know, young man, that you are just one-and-twenty years of
age."

"On what day was he born," said Oswald?

"The day before yesterday," said she, "the 21st of September."

"A remarkable era," said he.

"'Tis so, indeed," said Edmund; "Oh, that night! that apartment!"

"Be silent," said Oswald; "and do you, Margery, begin your story."

"I will," said she. "Just one-and-twenty years ago, on that very day, I
lost my first-born son; I got a hurt by over-reaching myself, when I
was near my time, and so the poor child died. And so, as I was sitting
all alone, and very melancholy, Andrew came home from work; 'See,
Margery,' said he, 'I have brought you a child instead of that you have
lost.' So he gave me a bundle, as I thought; but sure enough it was a
child; a poor helpless babe just born, and only rolled up in a fine
handkerchief, and over that a rich velvet cloak, trimmed with gold
lace. 'And where did you find this?' says I. 'Upon the foot-bridge,'
says he, 'just below the clayfield. This child,' said he, 'belongs to
some great folk, and perhaps it may be enquired after one day, and may
make our fortunes; take care of it,' said he, 'and bring it up as if it
was your own.' The poor infant was cold, and it cried, and looked up at
me so pitifully, that I loved it; beside, my milk was troublesome to
me, and I was glad to be eased of it; so I gave it the breast, and from
that hour I loved the child as if it were my own, and so I do still if
I dared to own it."

"And this is all you know of Edmund's birth?" said Oswald.

"No, not all," said Margery; "but pray look out and see whether Andrew
is coming, for I am all over in a twitter."

"He is not," said Oswald; "go on, I beseech you! "

"This happened," said she, "as I told you, on the 21st. On the morrow,
my Andrew went out early to work, along with one Robin Rouse, our
neighbour; they had not been gone above an hour, when they both came
back seemingly very much frightened.   Says Andrew, 'Go you, Robin, and
borrow a pickaxe at neighbour Styles's.' What is the matter now?' said
I.  'Matter enough!' quoth Andrew; 'we may come to be hanged, perhaps,
as many an innocent man has before us.'  'Tell me what is the matter,'
said I. 'I will,' said he; 'but if ever you open your mouth about it,
woe be to you!'  'I never will,' said I; but he made me swear by all
the blessed saints in the Calendar; and then he told me, that, as Robin
and he were going over the foot-bridge, where he found the child the
evening before, they saw something floating upon the water; so they
followed it, till it stuck against a stake, and found it to be the dead
body of a woman; 'as sure as you are alive, Madge,' said he, 'this was
the mother of the child I brought home.'"

"Merciful God!" said Edmund; "am I the child of that hapless mother?"

"Be composed," said Oswald; "proceed, good woman, the time is precious."

"And so," continued she, "Andrew told me they dragged the body out of
the river, and it was richly dressed, and must be somebody of
consequence.  'I suppose,' said he, 'when the poor Lady had taken care
of her child, she went to find some help; and, the night being dark,
her foot slipped, and she fell into the river, and was drowned.'

"'Lord have mercy!' said Robin, 'what shall we do with the dead body?
we may be taken up for the murder; what had we to do to meddle with
it?' 'Ay, but,' says Andrew, 'we must have something to do with it now;
and our wisest way is to bury it.' Robin was sadly frightened, but at
last they agreed to carry it into the wood, and bury it there; so they
came home for a pickaxe and shovel. 'Well,' said I, 'Andrew, but will
you bury all the rich clothes you speak of?'  'Why,' said he, 'it would
be both a sin and a shame to strip the dead.'  'So it would,' said I;
'but I will give you a sheet to wrap the body in, and you may take off
her upper garments, and any thing of value; but do not strip her to the
skin for any thing.'  'Well said, wench!' said he; 'I will do as you
say.' So I fetched a sheet, and by that time Robin was come back, and
away they went together.

"They did not come back again till noon, and then they sat down and ate
a morsel together. Says Andrew, 'Now we may sit down and eat in peace.'
'Aye,' says Robin, 'and sleep in peace too, for we have done no harm.'
'No, to be sure,' said I; 'but yet I am much concerned that the poor
Lady had not Christian burial.'  'Never trouble thyself about that,'
said Andrew; 'we have done the best we could for her; but let us see
what we have got in our bags; we must divide them.' So they opened
their bags, and took out a fine gown and a pair of rich shoes; but,
besides these, there was a fine necklace with a golden locket, and a
pair of earrings. Says Andrew, and winked at me, 'I will have these,
and you may take the rest.'  Robin said, he was satisfied, and so he
went his way. When he was gone, 'Here, you fool,' says Andrew, 'take
these, and keep them as safe as the bud of your eye; If ever young
master is found, these will make our fortune.'"

"And have you them now?" said Oswald.

"Yes, that I have," answered she; "Andrew would have sold them long
ago, but I always put him off it."

"Heaven be praised!" said Edmund.

"Hush," said Oswald, "let us not lose time; proceed, Goody!"

"Nay," said Margery, "I have not much more to say. We looked every day
to hear some enquiries after the child, but nothing passed, nobody was
missing."

"Did nobody of note die about that time?" said Oswald.

"Why yes," said Margery, "the widow Lady Lovel died that same week; by
the same token, Andrew went to the funeral, and brought home a
scutcheon, which I keep unto this day."

"Very well; go on."

"My husband behaved well enough to the boy, till such time as he had
two or three children of his own; and then he began to grumble, and
say, it was hard to maintain other folks' children, when he found it
hard enough to keep his own; I loved the boy quite as well as my own;
often and often have I pacified Andrew, and made him to hope that he
should one day or other be paid for his trouble; but at last he grew
out of patience, and gave over all hopes of that kind.

"As Edmund grew up, he grew sickly and tender, and could not bear hard
labour; and that was another reason why my husband could not bear with
him. 'If,' quoth he, 'the boy could earn his living, I did not care;
but I must bear all the expence.['] There came an old pilgrim into our
parts; he was a scholar, and had been a soldier, and he taught Edmund
to read; then he told him histories of wars, and knights, and lords,
and great men; and Edmund took such delight in hearing him, that he
would not take to any thing else.

"To be sure, Edwin was a pleasant companion; he would tell old stories,
and sing old songs, that one could have sat all night to hear him; but,
as I was a saying, Edmund grew more and more fond of reading, and less
of work; however, he would run of errands, and do many handy turns for
the neighbours; and he was so courteous a lad, that people took notice
of him. Andrew once catched him alone reading, and then told him, that
if he did not find some way to earn his bread, he would turn him out of
doors in a very short time; and so he would have done, sure enough, if
my Lord Fitz-Owen had not taken him into his service just in the nick."

"Very well, Goody," said Oswald; "you have told your story very well; I
am glad, for Edmund's sake, that you can do it so properly. But now,
can you keep a secret?"

"Why, an't please your reverence, I think I have shewed you that I can."

"But can you keep it from your husband?"

"Aye," said she, "surely I can; for I dare not tell it him."

"That is a good security," said he; "but I must have a better. You must
swear upon this book not to disclose any thing that has passed between
us three, till we desire you to do it. Be assured you will soon be
called upon for this purpose; Edmund's birth is near the discovery; He
is the son of parents of high degree; and it will be in his power to
make your fortune, when he takes possession of his own."

"Holy Virgin! what is it you tell me? How you rejoice me to hear, that
what I have so long prayed for will come to pass!"

She took the oath required, saying it after Oswald.

"Now," said he, "go and fetch the tokens you have mentioned."

When she was gone, Edmund's passions, long suppressed, broke out in
tears and exclamations; he kneeled down, and, with his hands clasped
together, returned thanks to Heaven for the discovery. Oswald begged
him to be composed, lest Margery should perceive his agitation, and
misconstrue the cause. She soon returned with the necklace and
ear-rings; They were pearls of great value; and the necklace had a
locket, on which the cypher of Lovel was
engraved.

"This," said Oswald, "is indeed a proof of consequence. Keep it, sir,
for it belongs to you."

"Must he take it away?" said she.

"Certainly," returned Oswald; "we can do nothing without it; but if
Andrew should ask for it, you must put him off for the present, and
hereafter he will find his account in it."

Margery consented reluctantly to part with the jewels; and, after some
further conversation, they took leave of her.

Edmund embraced her affectionately. "I thank you with my whole heart,"
said he, "for all your
goodness to me! Though I confess, I never felt much regard for your
husband, yet for you I had always the tender affection of a son. You
will, I trust, give your evidence in my behalf when called upon; and I
hope it will one day be in my power to reward your kindness; In that
case, I will own you as my foster-mother, and you shall always be
treated as such."

Margery wept. "The Lord grant it!" said she; "and I pray him to have
you in his holy keeping. Farewell, my dear child!"

Oswald desired them to separate for fear of intrusion; and they
returned to the castle. Margery stood at the door of her cottage,
looking every way to see if the coast was clear.

"Now, Sir," said Oswald, "I congratulate you as the son of Lord and
Lady Lovel; the proofs are strong and indisputable."

"To us they are so," said Edmund; "but how shall we make them so to
others? and what are we to think of the funeral of Lady Lovel?"

"As of a fiction," said Oswald; "the work of the present lord, to
secure his title and fortune."

"And what means can we use to dispossess him?" said Edmund; "He is not
a man for a poor youth like me to contend with."

"Doubt not," said Oswald, "but Heaven, who has evidently conducted you
by the hand thus far, will complete its own work; for my part, I can
only wonder and adore!"

"Give me your advice then," said Edmund; "for Heaven assists us by
natural means."

"It seems to me," said Oswald, "that your first step must be to
make a friend of some great man, of consequence enough to espouse your
cause,
and to get this affair examined into by authority."

Edmund started, and crossed himself; he suddenly exclaimed, ""A friend!
Yes; I have a friend! a powerful one too; one sent by Heaven to be my
protector, but whom I have too long neglected."

"Who can that be?" said Oswald.

"Who should it be," said Edmund, "but that good Sir Philip Harclay, the
chosen friend of him, whom I shall from henceforward call my father."

"'Tis true indeed," said Oswald; "and this is a fresh proof of what I
before observed, that Heaven assists you, and will complete its own
work."

"I think so myself," said Edmund, "and rely upon its direction. I have
already determined on my future conduct, which I will communicate to
you. My first step shall be to leave the castle; my lord has this day
given me a horse, upon which I purpose to set out this very night,
without the knowledge of any of the family. I will go to Sir Philip
Harclay; I will throw myself at his feet, relate my strange story, and
implore his protection; With him I will consult on the most proper way
of bringing this murderer to public justice; and I will be guided by
his advice and direction in everything."

"Nothing can be better," said Oswald, "than what you propose; but give
me leave to offer an addition to your scheme. You shall set off in the
dead of night, as you intend; Joseph and I, will favour your departure
in such a manner as to throw a mystery over the circumstances of it.
Your disappearing at such a time from the haunted apartment will
terrify and confound all the family; they will puzzle themselves in
vain to account for it, and they will be afraid to pry into the secrets
of that place."

"You say well, and I approve your addition," replied Edmund. "Suppose,
likewise, there was a letter written in a mysterious manner, and dropt
in my lord's way, or sent to him afterwards; it would forward our
design, and frighten them away from that apartment."
"That shall be my care," said Oswald; "and I will warrant you that they
will not find themselves disposed to inhabit it presently."

"But how shall I leave my dear friend Mr. William, without a word of
notice of this separation?"

"I have thought of that too," said Oswald; "and I will so manage, as to
acquaint him with it in such a manner as he shall think out of the
common course of things, and which shall make him
wonder and be silent."

"How will you do that," said Edmund?

"I will tell you hereafter," said Oswald; "for here comes old Joseph to
meet us."

He came, indeed, as fast as his age would permit him. As
soon as he was within hearing, he asked them what news? They related
all that had passed at Twyford's cottage; he heard them with the
greatest eagerness of attention, and as soon as they came to the great
event, "I knew it! I knew it!" exclaimed Joseph; "I was sure it would
prove so! Thank God for it! But I will be the first to acknowledge my
young lord, and I will live and die his faithful servant!" Here Joseph
attempted to kneel to him, but Edmund prevented him with a warm embrace.

"My friend! my dear friend!" said he, "I cannot suffer a man of your
age to kneel to me; are you not one of my best and truest friends? I
will ever remember your disinterested affection for me; and if heaven
restores me to my rights, it shall be one of my first cares to render
your old age easy and happy." Joseph wept over him, and it was some
time before he could utter a word.

Oswald gave them both time to recover their emotion, by acquainting
Joseph with Edmund's scheme for his departure. Joseph wiped his eyes
and spoke.
 "I have thought," said he, "of something that will be both agreeable
and useful to my dear master. John Wyatt, Sir Philip Harclay's servant,
is now upon a visit at his father's; I have heard that he goes home
soon; now he would be both a guide and companion, on the way."

"That is, indeed, a happy circumstance," said Edmund; "but how shall we
know certainly the
time of his departure?"

"Why, Sir, I will go to him, and enquire; and bring you word directly."

"Do so," said Edmund, "and you will oblige me greatly."

"But, Sir," said Oswald, "I think it will be best not to let John Wyatt
know who is to be his companion; only let Joseph tell him that a
gentleman is going to visit his master, and, if possible, prevail upon
him to set out this night."

"Do so, my good friend," said Edmund; "and tell him, further, that this
person has business of great consequence to communicate to his master,
and cannot delay his journey on any account."

"I will do this, you may depend," said Joseph, "and acquaint you with
my success as soon as possible; but, sir, you must not go without a
guide, at any rate."

"I trust I shall not," said Edmund, "though I go alone; he that has
received such a call as I have, can want no other, nor fear any
danger."

They conversed on these points till they drew near the castle, when
Joseph left them to go on his errand, and Edmund attended his Lord at
dinner. The Baron observed that he was silent and reserved; the
conversation languished on both sides. As soon as dinner was ended,
Edmund asked permission to go up into his own apartment; where he
packed up some necessaries, and made a hasty preparation for his
departure.

Afterwards he walked into the garden, revolving in his mind the
peculiarity of his situation, and the uncertainty of his future
prospects; lost in thought, he walked to and fro in a covered walk,
with his arms crossed and his eyes cast down, without perceiving that
he was observed by two females who stood at a distance watching his
motions. It was the Lady Emma, and her attendant, who were thus
engaged. At length, he lifted up his eyes and saw them; he stood still,
and was irresolute whether to advance or retire.  They approached him;
and, as they drew near, fair Emma spoke.

"You have been so wrapt in meditation, Edmund, that I am apprehensive
of some new vexation that I am yet a stranger to. Would it were in my
power to lessen those you have already!
But tell me if I guess truly?"

He stood still irresolute, he answered with hesitation.  "O, lady-- I
am -- I am grieved, I am concerned, to be the cause of so much
confusion in this noble family, to which I am so much indebted; I see
no way to lessen these evils but to remove the cause of them."

"Meaning yourself?" said she.

"Certainly, Madam; and I was meditating on my departure."

"But," said she, "by your departure you will not remove the cause."

"How so, madam?"

"Because you are not the cause, but those you will leave behind you."

"Lady Emma!"

"How can you affect this ignorance, Edmund? You know well enough it is
that odious Wenlock,
your enemy and my aversion, that has caused all this mischief among us,
and will much more, if he is not removed."

"This, madam, is a subject that it becomes me to be silent upon. Mr.
Wenlock is your kinsman; he is not my friend;  and for that reason I
ought not to speak against him, nor you to hear it from me.  If he has
used me ill, I am recompensed by the generous treatment of my lord your
father, who is all that is great and good; he has allowed me to justify
myself to him, and he has restored me to his good opinion, which I
prize among the best gifts of heaven.  Your amiable brother William
thinks well of me, and his esteem is infinitely dear to me; and you,
excellent Lady, permit me to hope that you honour me with your good
opinion.  Are not these ample amends for the ill-will Mr. Wenlock bears
me?"

"My opinion of you, Edmund," said she, "is fixed and settled. It is not
founded upon events of yesterday, but upon long knowledge and
experience; upon your whole conduct and character."

"You honour me, lady! Continue to think well of me, it will excite me
to deserve it.
When I am far distant from this place, the remembrance of your goodness
will be a cordial to my heart."

"But why will you leave us, Edmund? Stay and defeat the designs of your
enemy; you shall have my wishes and assistance."

"Pardon me, Madam, that is among the things I cannot do, even if it were
in my power, which it is not. Mr. Wenlock loves you, lady, and if he is
so
unhappy as to be your aversion, that is a punishment severe enough. For
the
rest, I may be unfortunate by the wickedness of others, but if I am
unworthy,
it must be by my own fault."

"So then you think it is an unworthy action to oppose Mr. Wenlock! Very
well, sir.  Then I suppose you wish him success; you wish that I may be
married to him?"

"I, Madam!" said Edmund, confused; "what am I that I should give my
opinion on an affair of so much consequence? You distress me by the
question. May you be happy! may you enjoy your own wishes!"

He sighed, he turned away. She called him back; he trembled, and kept
silence.

She seemed to enjoy his confusion; she was cruel enough to repeat the
question.

"Tell me, Edmund, and truly, do you wish to see me give my hand to
Wenlock? I insist upon your answer."

All on a sudden he recovered both his voice and courage; he stepped
forward, his person erect, his countenance assured, his voice resolute
and intrepid.

"Since Lady Emma insists upon my answer, since she avows a dislike to
Wenlock, since she condescends to ask my opinion, I will tell her my
thoughts, my wishes."

The fair Emma now trembled in her turn; she blushed, looked down, and
was ashamed to have spoken so freely.

Edmund went on. "My most ardent wishes are, that the fair Emma may
reserve her heart and hand till a certain person, a friend of mine, is
at liberty to solicit them; whose utmost ambition is, first to deserve,
and then to obtain them."

"Your friend, Sir!" said Lady Emma! her brow clouded, her
eye disdainful.

Edmund proceeded.  "My friend is so particularly circumstanced that he
cannot at present with propriety ask for Lady Emma's favour; but as
soon as he has gained a cause that is yet in suspence, he will openly
declare his pretensions, and if he is unsuccessful, he will then
condemn himself to eternal silence."

 Lady Emma knew not what to think of this declaration; she hoped, she
feared, she meditated; but her attention was too strongly excited to be
satisfied without some gratification; After a pause, she pursued the
subject.

"And this friend of yours, sir, of what degree and fortune is he?"

Edmund smiled; but, commanding his emotion, he replied, "His birth is
noble, his
degree and fortune uncertain."

Her countenance fell, she sighed; he proceeded. "It is utterly
impossible," said he, "for any man of inferior degree to aspire to Lady
Emma's favour; her noble birth, the dignity of her beauty and virtues,
must awe and keep at their proper distance, all men of inferior degree
and
merit; they may admire, they may revere; but they must not presume to
approach too near, lest their presumption should meet with its
punishment."

"Well, sir," said she, suddenly; "and so this friend of yours has
commissioned you to speak in his behalf?"

"He has, Madam."

"Then I must tell you, that I think his assurance is very great, and
yours not much less."

"I am sorry for that, Madam."

"Tell him, that I shall reserve my heart and hand for the man to whom
my father shall bid me give them."

"Very well, Lady; I am certain my lord loves you too well to dispose of
them against your inclination."

"How do you know that, sir? But tell him, that the man that hopes for my
favour must apply to my lord for his."

"That is my friend's intention-- his resolution, I should say -- as
soon as he can do it with propriety; and I accept your permission for
him to do so."

"My permission did you say? I am astonished at your assurance! tell me
no more of your friend; But perhaps you are pleading for Wenlock all
this time; It is all one to me; only, say no more."

"Are you offended with me, madam?"

"No matter, sir."

"Yes, it is."

"I am surprised at you, Edmund;"

"I am surprised at my own temerity; but, forgive me."

"It does not signify; good bye ty'e, sir."

"Don't leave me in anger, madam; I cannot bear that. Perhaps I may not
see you again for a long time."

 He looked afflicted; she turned back.  "I do forgive you, Edmund; I
was concerned for you; but, it seems, you are more concerned for every
body than for yourself." She sighed; "Farewell!" said she.

Edmund gazed on her with tenderness; he approached her, he just touched
her hand; his heart was rising to his lips, but he recollected his
situation; he checked himself immediately; he retired back, he sighed
deeply, bowed low, and hastily quitted her.

The lady turning into another walk, he reached the house first, and
went up again to his chamber; he threw himself upon his knees; prayed
for a thousand blessings upon every one of the family of his
benefactor, and involuntarily wept at mentioning the name of the
charming Emma, whom he was about to leave abruptly, and perhaps for
ever. He then endeavoured to compose himself, and once more attended
the Baron; wished him a good night; and withdrew to his chamber, till
he was called upon to go again to the haunted apartment.

He came down equipped for his journey, and went hastily for fear of
observation; he paid his customary devotions, and soon after Oswald
tapped at the door. They conferred together upon the interesting
subject that engrossed their attention, until Joseph came to them, who
brought the rest of Edmund's baggage, and some refreshment for him
before he set out. Edmund promised to give them the earliest
information of his situation and success. At the hour of twelve they
heard the same groans as the night before in the lower apartment; but,
being somewhat familiarized to it, they were not so strongly affected.
Oswald crossed himself, and prayed for the departed soul; he also
prayed for Edmund, and recommended him to the Divine protection. He
then arose, and embraced that young man; who, also, took a tender leave
of his friend Joseph. They then went, with silence and caution, through
a long gallery; they descended the stairs in the same manner; they
crossed the hall in profound silence, and hardly dared to breathe, lest
they should be overheard; they found some difficulty in opening one of
the folding doors, which at last they accomplished; they were again in
jeopardy at the outward gate.  At length they conveyed him safely into
the stables; there they again embraced him, and prayed for his
prosperity.

He then mounted his horse, and set forward to Wyatt's cottage; he
hallooed at the door, and was answered from within. In a few minutes
John came out to him.

"What, is it you, Master Edmund?"

"Hush!" said he; "not a word of who I am; I go upon private business,
and would not wish to be known."

"If you will go forward, sir, I will soon overtake you."  He did so;
and they pursued their journey to the north. In the mean time, Oswald
and Joseph returned in silence into the house; they retired to their
respective apartments without hearing or being heard by any one.

About the dawn of day Oswald intended to lay his packets in the way of
those to whom they were addressed; after much contrivance he determined
to take a bold step, and, if he were discovered, to frame some excuse.
Encouraged by his late success, he went on tip-toe into Master
William's chamber, placed a letter upon his pillow, and withdrew
unheard.  Exulting in his heart, he attempted the Baron's apartment,
but found it fastened within.  Finding this scheme frustrated, he
waited till the hour the Baron was expected down to breakfast, and laid
the letter and the key of the haunted apartment upon the table.  Soon
after, he saw the Baron enter the breakfast room; he got out of sight,
but staid within call, preparing himself for a summons. The Baron sat
down to breakfast; he saw a letter directed to himself -- he opened it,
and to his great surprise, read as follows:--

"The guardian of the haunted apartment to Baron Fitz-Owen. To thee I
remit the key of my charge, until the right owner shall come, who will
both discover and avenge my wrongs; then, woe be to the guilty! --  But
let the innocent rest in peace. In the mean time, let none presume to
explore the secrets of my apartment, lest they suffer for their
temerity."

The Baron was struck with amazement at the letter.  He took up the key,
examined it, then laid it down, and took up the letter; he was in such
confusion of thought, he knew not what to do or say for several
minutes.  At length he called his servants about him; the first
question he asked
was--

"Where is Edmund?"

"They could not tell.

"Has he been called?"

"Yes, my Lord, but nobody answered, and the key was not in the door."

"Where is Joseph?"

"Gone into the stables."

"Where is father Oswald?"

"In his study."

"Seek him, and desire him to come hither."

By the time the Baron had read the letter over again, he came.

He had been framing a steady countenance to answer to all
interrogatories.  As he came in he attentively observed the Baron,
whose features were in strong agitation; as soon as he saw Oswald, he
spoke as one out of breath.

"Take that key, and read this letter!"

He did so, shrugged up his shoulders, and remained silent.

"Father," said my lord, "what think you of this letter?"

"It is a very surprising one."

"The contents are alarming.  Where is Edmund?"

"I do not know."

"Has nobody seen him?"

"Not that I know of."

"Call my sons, my kinsmen, my servants."

The servants came in.

"Have any of you seen or heard of Edmund?"

"No," was the answer.

"Father, step upstairs to my sons and kinsmen, and desire them to come
down immediately.

Oswald withdrew; and went, first, to Mr. William's chamber.

"My dear sir, you must come to my lord now directly-- he has something
extraordinary to communicate to you."

"And so have I, father-- see what I have found upon my pillow!"

"Pray, sir, read it to me before you shew it to any body; my lord is
alarmed too much already, and wants nothing to increase his
consternation."

William read his letter, while Oswald looked as if he was an utter
stranger to the contents, which were these:--

"Whatever may be heard or seen, let the seal of friendship be upon thy
lips. The peasant Edmund is no more; but there still lives a man who
hopes to acknowledge, and repay, the Lord Fitz-Owen's generous care and
protection; to return his beloved William's vowed affection, and to
claim his friendship on terms of equality."

"What," said William, "can this mean?"

"It is not easy to say," replied Oswald.

"Can you tell what is the cause of this alarm?"

"I can tell you nothing, but that my lord desires to see you
directly--pray make haste down; I must go up to your brothers and
kinsmen, nobody knows what to think, or believe."

Master William went down stairs, and Father Oswald went to the
malcontents.  As soon as he entered the outward door of their
apartment, Mr. Wenlock called out. "Here comes the friend--now for some
new proposal!"

"Gentlemen," said Oswald, "my lord desires your company immediately in
the breakfast parlour."

"What! to meet your favourite Edmund, I suppose?" said Mr. Wenlock.

"No, sir."

"What, then, is the matter?" said Sir Robert.

"Something very extraordinary has happened, gentlemen. Edmund is not to
be found--he disappeared from the haunted apartment, the key of which
was conveyed to my lord in a strange manner, with a letter from an
unknown hand; my lord is both surprised and concerned, and
wishes to have your opinion and advice on the occasion."

"Tell him," said Sir Robert, "we will wait upon him immediately."

As Oswald went away, he heard Wenlock say, "So Edmund is gone, it is no
matter how, or whither."

Another said, "I hope the ghost has taken him out of the way." The rest
laughed at the conceit, as they followed Oswald down stairs.  They
found the Baron, and his son William, commenting upon the key and the
letter. My lord gave them to Sir Robert, who
looked on them with marks of surprise and confusion.

The Baron addressed him--

"Is not this a very strange affair? Son Robert, lay aside your ill
humours, and
behave to your father with the respect and affection his tenderness
deserves
from you, and give me your advice and opinion on this alarming subject."

"My Lord," said Sir Robert, "I am as much confounded as yourself--I can
give no advice--let my cousins see the letter--let us have their
opinion."

They read it in turn--they were equally surprised; but when it came
into Wenlock's hand,
he paused and meditated some minutes.

At length--"I am indeed surprised, and still more concerned, to see my
lord and uncle the dupe of an artful contrivance; and, if he will
permit me, I shall endeavour to unriddle it, to
the confusion of all that are concerned in it."

"Do so, Dick," said my lord, "and you shall have my thanks for it."

"This letter," said he, "I imagine to be the contrivance of Edmund, or
some ingenious friend of his, to conceal some designs they have against
the peace of this family, which has been
too often disturbed upon that rascal's account."

"But what end could be proposed by it?" said the Baron.

"Why, one part of the scheme is to cover Edmund's departure, that is
clear enough; for the rest, we can only guess at it-- perhaps he may be
concealed somewhere in that apartment, from whence he may rush out in
the night, and either rob or murder us; or, at least, alarm and terrify
the family."

The Baron smiled.

"You shoot beyond the mark, sir, and overshoot yourself, as you have
done before now; you shew only your inveteracy against that poor lad,
whom you cannot mention with temper. To what
purpose should he shut himself up there, to be starved?"

"Starved! no, no! he has friends in this house (looking at Oswald), who
will not suffer him to want anything; those who have always magnified
his virtues, and extenuated his faults, will lend a hand to help him in
time of need; and, perhaps, to assist his ingenious contrivances."

Oswald shrugged up his shoulders, and remained silent.

"This is a strange fancy of yours, Dick," said my lord; but I am
willing to pursue it,--first, to discover what you drive at; and,
secondly, to satisfy all that are here present of the truth or
falsehood of it, that they may know what value to set upon your
sagacity hereafter. Let us all go over that apartment together; and let
Joseph be called to attend us thither."

Oswald offered to call him, but Wenlock stopped him.  "No, father,"
said he, "you must
stay with us; we want your ghostly counsel and advice; Joseph shall
have no private conference with you."

"What mean you," said Oswald, "to insinuate to my lord against me or
Joseph? But your ill-will spares nobody. It will one day be known who
is the disturber of the peace of this family; I wait for that time, and
am silent."

Joseph came; when he was told whither they were going, he looked hard
at Oswald. Wenlock observed them.

"Lead the way, father," said he, "and Joseph shall follow us."

Oswald smiled.

"We will go where Heaven permits us," said he; "alas! the wisdom of man
can neither hasten, nor retard, its decrees."

They followed the father up stairs, and went directly to the haunted
apartment. The Baron unlocked the door; he bid Joseph open the
shutters, and admit the daylight, which had been excluded for many
years. They went over the rooms above stairs, and then descended the
staircase, and through the lower rooms in the same manner. However,
they overlooked the closet, in
which the fatal secret was concealed; the door was covered with
tapestry, the same as the room, and united so well that it seemed but
one piece. Wenlock tauntingly desired Father Oswald to introduce them
to the ghost. The father, in reply, asked them where they should find
Edmund.  "Do you think," said he, that he lies hid in my pocket, or in
Joseph's?"

"'Tis no matter," answered he; "thoughts are free."

"My opinion of you, Sir," said Oswald, "is not founded upon thoughts--
I judge of men by their actions,-- a rule, I believe, it will not suit
you to be tried by."

"None of your insolent admonitions, father!" returned Wenlock; "this is
neither the time nor the place for them."


"That is truer than you are aware of, sir; I meant not to enter into
the subject just
now."

"Be silent," said my Lord.

"I shall enter into this subject with you hereafter--then look you be
prepared for it. In the mean time, do you, Dick Wenlock, answer to my
questions:--Do you think Edmund is concealed in this apartment?"

"No, sir."

"Do you think there is any mystery in it?"

"No, my lord."

"Is it haunted, think you?"

"No, I think not."

"Should you be afraid to try?"

"In what manner, my lord?"

"Why, you have shewn your wit upon the subject, and I mean to show your
courage;--you,
and Jack Markham your confident, shall sleep here three nights, as
Edmund has done before."

"Sir," said Sir Robert, "for what purpose? I should be glad to
understand why."

"I have my reasons, sir, as well as your kinsmen there. No reply, Sirs!
I insist upon being obeyed in this point. Joseph, let the beds be well
aired, and every thing made agreeable to the gentlemen; If there is any
contrivance to impose upon me, they, I am sure, will have pleasure in
detecting it; and, if not, I shall obtain my end in making these rooms
habitable. Oswald,
come with me; and the rest may go where they list till dinner-time.

The Baron went with Oswald into the parlour.

"Now tell me, father," said he, "do you disapprove what I have done?"

"Quite the contrary, my lord," said he; "I entirely approve it."

"But you do not know all my reasons for it. Yesterday Edmund's
behaviour was different from what I have ever seen it--he is naturally
frank and open in all his ways; but he was then
silent, thoughtful, absent; he sighed deeply, and once I saw tears
stand in his eyes. Now, I do suspect there is something uncommon in
that apartment--that Edmund has discovered the secret; and, fearing to
disclose it, he is fled away from the house. As to this letter, perhaps
he may have written it to hint that there is more than he dares reveal;
I tremble at the hints contained in it, though I shall appear to make
light of it. But I and mine are innocent; and if Heaven discloses the
guilt of others, I ought to adore and submit to its decrees."

"That is prudently and piously resolved, my lord; let us do our duty,
and
leave events to Heaven."

"But, father, I have a further view in obliging my kinsmen to sleep
there:--if any thing should appear to them, it is better that it should
only be known to my own family; if there is nothing in it, I shall put
to the proof the courage and veracity of my two kinsmen, of whom I
think very indifferently. I mean shortly to enquire into many things I
have heard lately to their disadvantage; and, if I find them guilty,
they shall not escape with impunity."

"My lord," said Oswald, "you judge like yourself; I wish you to make
enquiry concerning them, and believe the result will be to their
confusion, and your Lordship will be enabled to re-establish the peace
of your family."

During this conversation, Oswald was upon his guard, lest any thing
should escape that might create suspicion. He withdrew as soon as he
could with decency, and left the Baron meditating what all these things
should mean; he feared there was some misfortune impending over his
house, though he knew not from what cause.

He dined with his children and kinsmen, and strove to appear cheerful;
but a gloom was perceivable through his deportment. Sir Robert was
reserved and respectful; Mr. William was silent and attentive; the rest
of the family dutifully assiduous to my Lord; only Wenlock and Markham
were sullen and chagrined. The Baron detained the young men the whole
afternoon; he strove to amuse and to be amused; he shewed the greatest
affection and parental regard to his children, and endeavoured to
conciliate their affections, and engage their gratitude by kindness.
Wenlock and Markham felt their courage abate as the night approached;
At the hour of nine, old Joseph came to conduct them to the haunted
apartment; they took leave of their kinsmen, and went up stairs with
heavy hearts.

They found the chamber set in order for them, and a table
spread with provision and good liquor to keep up their spirits.

"It seems," said Wenlock, "that your friend Edmund was obliged to you
for his accommodations
here."

"Sir," said Joseph, "his accommodations were bad enough the first
night; but, afterwards, they were bettered by my lord's orders."

"Owing to your officious cares?" said Wenlock.

"I own it," said Joseph, "and I am not ashamed of it."

"Are you not anxious to know what is become of him?" said Markham.

"Not at all, sir; I trust he is in the best protection; so good a young
man as he is, is safe everywhere."

"You see, cousin Jack," said Wenlock, "how this villain has stole the
hearts of my uncle's servants; I suppose this canting old fellow knows
where he is, if the truth were known."

"Have you any further commands for me, gentlemen?" said the old man.

"No, not we."

"Then I am ordered to attend my lord, when you have done with me."

"Go, then, about your business."

Joseph went away, glad to be dismissed.

"What shall we do, cousin Jack," said Wenlock, "to pass away the
time?-- it is plaguy dull sitting here."

"Dull enough," said Markham,  "I think the best thing we can do, is to
go to bed and sleep it away."

"Faith!" says Wenlock, "I am in no disposition to sleep. Who would have
thought the old man would have obliged us to spend the night here?"

"Don't say us, I beg of you; it was all your own doing," replied
Markham.

"I did not intend he should have taken me at my word."

"Then you should have spoken more cautiously. I have always been
governed by you, like a fool as I am; you play the braggart, and I
suffer for it; But they begin to see through your fine-spun arts and
contrivances, and I believe you will meet with your deserts one day or
other."

"What now? do you mean to affront me, Jack? Know, that some are born to
plan, others to execute; I am one of the former, thou of the latter.
Know your friend, or--"

"Or what?" replied Markham; "do you mean to threaten me? If you do!"

"What then?" said Wenlock.

"Why, then, I will try which of us two is the best man, sir!"

Upon this Markham arose, and put himself into a posture of defence.
Wenlock perceiving he was serious in his anger, began to soothe him; he
persuaded, he flattered, he promised great things if he would be
composed. Markham was sullen, uneasy, resentful; whenever he spoke, it
was to upbraid Wenlock with his treachery and falsehood. Wenlock tried
all his eloquence to get him into a good humour, but in vain; he
threatened to acquaint his uncle with all that he knew, and to
exculpate himself at the other's expence. Wenlock began to find his
choler rise; they were both almost choaked with rage; and, at length,
they both rose with a resolution to fight.

As they stood with their fists clenched, on a sudden they were alarmed
with a dismal groan from the room underneath. They stood like statues
petrified by fear, yet listening with trembling expectation. A second
groan increased their consternation; and, soon after, a third completed
it. They staggered to a seat, and sunk down upon it, ready to faint.
Presently, all the doors flew open, a pale glimmering light appeared at
the door, from the staircase, and a man in complete armour entered the
room. He stood, with one hand extended, pointing to the outward door;
they took the hint, and crawled away as fast as fear would let them;
they staggered along the gallery, and from thence to the Baron's
apartment, where Wenlock sunk down in a swoon, and Markham had just
strength enough to knock at the door.

The servant who slept in the outward room alarmed his lord.

Markham cried out, "For Heaven's sake, let us in!"

Upon hearing his voice, the door was opened, and Markham approached his
Uncle in such an attitude of fear, as excited a degree of it in the
Baron. He pointed to Wenlock, who was with some difficulty recovered
from the fit he was fallen into; the servant was terrified, he rung the
alarm-bell; the servants came running from all parts to their Lord's
apartment; The young gentlemen came likewise, and presently all was
confusion, and the terror was universal. Oswald, who guessed the
business, was the only one that could question them.  He asked several
times,

"What is the matter?"

"Markham, at last, answered him, "We have seen the ghost!"

All regard to secrecy was now at an end; the echo ran through the whole
family-- "They have seen the ghost!"

The Baron desired Oswald to talk to the young men, and endeavour to
quiet the disturbance. He came forward; he comforted some, he rebuked
others; he bad the servants retire into the outward room.  The Baron,
with his sons and kinsmen, remained in the bed-chamber.

"It is very unfortunate," said Oswald, "that this affair should be made
so public; surely these young men might have related what they had
seen, without alarming the whole family. I am very much concerned upon
my lord's account."

"I thank you, father," said the Baron; "but prudence was quite
overthrown here.  Wenlock was half dead, and Markham half distracted;
the family were alarmed without my being able to prevent it.  But let
us hear what these poor terrified creatures say."

Oswald demanded, "What have you seen, gentlemen?"

"The ghost!" said Markham.

"In what form did it appear?"

"A man in armour."

"Did it speak to you?"

"No."

"What did it do to terrify you so much?"

"It stood at the farthest door, and pointed to the outward door, as if
to have us leave the room; we did not wait for a second notice, but
came away as fast as we could."

"Did it follow you?"

"No."

"Then you need not have raised such a disturbance."

Wenlock lifted up his head, and spoke--

"I believe, father, if you had been with us, you would not have stood
upon ceremonies any more than we did. I wish my lord would send you to
parley with the ghost; for, without doubt, you are
better qualified than we."

"My Lord," said Oswald, "I will go thither, with your permission; I
will see that every thing is safe, and bring the key back to you;
Perhaps this may help to dispel the fears that have been raised--at
least, I will try to do it."

"I thank you, father, for your good offices--do as you please."

Oswald went into the outward room.  "I am going," said he, "to shut up
the apartment. The young gentlemen have been more frightened than they
had occasion for; I will try to account for it. Which of you will go
with me?"

They all drew back, except Joseph, who offered to bear him company.
They went into the bedroom in the haunted apartment, and found every
thing quiet there. They put out the fire, extinguished the lights,
locked the door, and brought away the key. As they returned, "I thought
how it would be," said Joseph.

"Hush! not a word," said Oswald; "you find we are suspected of
something,
though they know not what. Wait till you are called upon, and then we
will both
speak to purpose." They carried the key to the Baron.

"All is quiet in the apartment," said Oswald, "as we can testify."

"Did you ask Joseph to go with you," said the Baron, "or did he offer
himself?"

"My Lord, I asked if any body would go with me, and they all declined
it but he; I thought proper to have a witness beside myself, for
whatever might be seen or heard."

"Joseph, you were servant to the late Lord Lovel; what kind of man was
he?"

"A very comely man, please your lordship."

"Should you know him if you were to see him?"

"I cannot say, my lord."

"Would you have any objection to sleep a night in that apartment?"

"I beg,--"I hope,--"I beseech your lordship not to command me to do it!"

"You are then afraid; why did you offer yourself to go thither?"

"Because I was not so much frightened as the rest."

"I wish you would lie a night there; but I do not insist upon it."

"My lord, I am a poor ignorant old man, not fit for such an
undertaking; beside, if I
should see the ghost, and if it should be the person of my master, and
if it should tell me any thing, and bid me keep it secret, I should not
dare to disclose it; and then, what service should I do your lordship?"

"That is true, indeed," said the Baron.

This speech," said Sir Robert, "is both a simple and an artful one. You
see, however, that Joseph is not a man for us to depend upon; he
regards the Lord Lovel, though dead, more than Lord Fitz-Owen, living;
he calls him his master, and promises to keep his secrets. What say
you, father, Is the ghost your master, or your friend? Are you under
any obligation to keep his secrets?"

"Sir," said Oswald, "I answer as Joseph does; I would sooner die than
discover a secret revealed in that manner."

"I thought as much," said Sir Robert; "there is a mystery in Father
Oswald's behaviour, that I cannot comprehend."

"Do not reflect upon the father," said the Baron; "I have no cause to
complain of him; perhaps the mystery may be too soon explained; but let
us not anticipate evils. Oswald and Joseph have spoken like good men; I
am satisfied with their answers; let us, who are innocent, rest in
peace; and let us endeavour to restore peace in the family; and do you,
father, assist us."

"With my best services," said Oswald. He called the servants in.  "Let
nothing be mentioned out of doors," said he, "of what has lately passed
within, especially in the east apartment; the young gentlemen had not
so much reason to be frightened as they apprehended; a piece of
furniture fell down in the rooms underneath, which made the noise that
alarmed them so much; but I can certify that all things in the rooms
are in quiet, and there is nothing to fear. All of
you attend me in the chapel in an hour; do your duties, put your trust
in God, and obey your Lord, and you will find every thing go right as
it used to do."

They dispersed; the sun rose, the day came on, and every thing went on
in the usual course; but the servants were not so easily satisfied;
they whispered that something was wrong, and expected the time that
should set all right.  The mind of the Baron was employed in meditating
upon these circumstances, that seemed to him the forerunners of some
great events; he sometimes thought of Edmund; he sighed for his
expulsion, and lamented the uncertainty of his fate; but, to his
family, he appeared easy and satisfied.

From the time of Edmund's departure, the fair Emma had many uneasy
hours; she wished to enquire after him, but feared to shew any
solicitude concerning him.  The next day, when her brother William came
into her apartment, she took courage to ask a question.

"Pray, brother, can you give any guess what is become of Edmund?"

"No," said he, with a sigh; "why do you ask me?"

"Because, my dear William, I should think if any body knew, it must be
you; and I thought he loved you too well to leave you in ignorance.
But don't you think he left the castle in a very strange manner?"

"I do, my dear; there is a mystery in every circumstance of his
departure; Nevertheless
(I will trust you with a secret), he did not leave the castle without
making a distinction in my favour."

"I thought so," said she; "but you might tell me what you know about
him."

"Alas, my dear Emma! I know nothing.  When I saw him last, he seemed a
good deal affected, as if he were taking leave of me; and I had a
foreboding that we parted for a longer time than usual."

"Ah! so had I," said she, "when he parted from me in the garden."

"What leave did he take of you, Emma?"

She blushed, and hesitated to tell him all that passed between them;
but he begged, persuaded, insisted; and, at length, under the strongest
injunctions of secrecy, she told him all.

He said, "That Edmund's behaviour on that occasion was as mysterious as
the rest of his conduct; but, now you have revealed your secret, you
have a right to know mine."

He then gave her the letter he found upon his pillow; she read it with
great emotion.

"Saint Winifred assist me!" said she; what can I think? 'The peasant
Edmund is no more, but there lives one,'--that is to my thinking,
Edmund lives, but is no peasant."

"Go on, my dear," said William; "I like your explanation."

"Nay, brother, I only guess; but what think you?"

"I believe we think alike in more than one respect, that he meant to
recommend no other person than himself to your favour; and, if he were
indeed of noble birth, I would prefer him to a prince for a husband to
my Emma!"

"Bless me!" said she, "do you think it possible that he should be of
either birth or
fortune?"

"It is hard to say what is impossible! we have proof that the east
apartment is haunted.  It was there that Edmund was made acquainted
with many secrets, I doubt not: and, perhaps, his own fate may be
involved in that of others. I am confident that what he saw and heard
there, was the cause of his departure. We must wait with patience the
unravelling this intricate affair; I believe I need not enjoin your
secrecy as to what I have said; your heart will be my security."

"What mean you, brother?"

"Don't affect ignorance, my dear; you love Edmund, so do I; it is
nothing to be ashamed of.
It would have been strange, if a girl of your good sense had not
distinguished a swan among a flock of geese."

"Dear William, don't let a word of this escape you; but you have taken
a weight off my heart. You may depend that I will not dispose of my
hand or heart till I know the end of this affair."

William smiled: "Keep them for Edmund's friend; I shall rejoice to see
him in a situation to ask them."

"Hush, my brother! not a word more; I hear footsteps."

They were her eldest brother's, who came to ask Mr. William to ride out
with him, which finished the conference.

The fair Emma from this time assumed an air of satisfaction; and
William frequently stole away from his companions to talk with his
sister upon their favourite subject.

While these things passed at the castle of Lovel, Edmund and his
companion John Wyatt proceeded on their journey to Sir Philip Harclay's
seat; they conversed together on the way, and Edmund sound him a man of
understanding, though not improved by education; he also discovered
that John loved his master, and respected him even to veneration; from
him he learned many
particulars concerning that worthy knight. Wyatt told him, "That Sir
Philip maintained twelve old soldiers who had been maimed and disabled
in the wars, and had no provision made for them; also six old officers,
who had been unfortunate, and were grown grey without preferment; he
likewise mentioned the Greek gentleman, his master's captive and
friend, as a man eminent for valour
and piety; but, beside these," said Wyatt, "there are many others who
eat of my master's bread and drink of his cup, and who join in
blessings and prayers to Heaven for their noble benefactor; his ears
are ever open to distress, his hand to relieve it, and he shares in
every good man's joys and blessings."

"Oh, what a glorious character!" said Edmund; "how my heart throbs with
wishes to imitate such a man! Oh, that I might resemble him, though at
ever so great a distance!"

Edmund was never weary of hearing the actions of this truly great man,
nor Wyatt with relating them; and, during three days journey, there
were but few pauses in their conversation.

The fourth day, when they came within view of the house, Edmund's heart
began to raise doubts of his reception.  "If," said he, "Sir Philip
should not receive me kindly, if he should resent my long neglect, and
disown my acquaintance, it would be no more than justice."

He sent Wyatt before, to notify his arrival to Sir Philip, while he
waited at the gate, full of doubts and anxieties concerning his
reception. Wyatt was met and congratulated on his return by most of his
fellow-servants. He asked--

"Where is my master?"

"In the parlour."

"Are any strangers with him?"

"No, only his own family."

"Then I will shew myself to him."

He presented himself before Sir Philip.

"So, John," said he, "you are welcome home! I hope you left your
parents and relations well?"

"All well, thank God! and send their humble duty to your honour, and
they
pray for you every day of their lives. I hope your honour is in good
health."

"Very well."

"Thank God for that! but, sir, I have something further to tell you; I
have had a companion all the way home, a person who comes to wait on
your honour, on business of great consequence, as he says."

"Who is that, John?"

"It is Master Edmund Twyford, from the castle of Lovel."

"Young Edmund!" says Sir Philip, surprised; "where is he?"

"At the gate, sir."

"Why did you leave him there?"

"Because he bade me come before, and acquaint your honour, that he
waits your pleasure."

"Bring him hither," said Sir Philip; "tell him I shall be glad to see
him."

John made haste to deliver his message, and Edmund followed him in
silence into Sir Philip's presence.

He bowed low, and kept at a distance. Sir Philip held out his hand, and
bad him approach. As he drew near, he was seized with an universal
trembling; he kneeled down, took his hand, kissed it, and pressed it to
his heart in silence.

"You are welcome, young man!" said Sir Philip; "take courage,
and speak for yourself."

Edmund sighed deeply; he at length broke silence with difficulty.  "I
am come thus far, noble sir, to throw myself at your feet, and implore
your protection. You are, under God, my only reliance."

"I receive you," said Sir Philip, "with all my heart! Your person is
greatly improved since
I saw you last, and I hope your mind is equally so; I have heard a
great character of you from some that knew you in France. I remember
the promise I made you long ago, and am ready now to fulfil it, upon
condition that you have done nothing to disgrace the good opinion I
formerly entertained of you; and am ready to serve you in any thing
consistent with my own honour."

Edmund kissed the hand that was extended to raise him.  "I accept your
favour, sir, upon this
condition only; and if ever you find me to impose upon your credulity,
or incroach on your goodness, may you renounce me from that moment!"

"Enough," said Sir Philip; "rise, then, and let me embrace you; You are
truly welcome!"

"Oh, noble sir!" said Edmund, "I have a strange story to tell you; but
it must be by
ourselves, with only heaven to bear witness to what passes between us."

"Very well," said Sir Philip; "I am ready to hear you; but first, go
and get some refreshment after your journey, and then come to me again.
John Wyatt will attend you."

"I want no refreshment," said Edmund; "and I cannot eat or drink till I
have told my business to your honour."

"Well then," said Sir Philip, "come along with me." He took the youth
by the hand, and led him into another parlour, leaving his friends in
great surprise, what this young man's errand
could be; John Wyatt told them all that he knew relating to Edmund's
birth,
character, and situation.

When Sir Philip had seated his young friend, he listened in silence to
the surprising tale he had to tell him. Edmund told him briefly the
most remarkable circumstances of his life, from the time when he first
saw and liked him, till his return from France; but from that era, he
related at large every thing that had happened, recounting every
interesting particular, which was imprinted on his memory in strong and
lasting characters.  Sir Philip grew every moment more affected by the
recital; sometimes he clasped his hands together, he lifted them up to
heaven, he smote his breast, he sighed, he exclaimed aloud; when Edmund
related his dream, he breathed short, and seemed to devour him with
attention; when he described the fatal closet, he trembled,
sighed, sobbed, and was almost suffocated with his agitation.  But when
he related all that passed between his supposed mother and himself, and
finally produced the jewels, the proofs of his birth, and the death of
his unfortunate mother, he flew to him, he pressed him to his bosom, he
strove to speak, but speech was for some minutes denied.  He wept
aloud; and, at length, his
words found their way in broken exclamations.

"Son of my dearest friend!  Dear and precious relic of a noble house!
child of Providence!  the beloved of heaven! welcome! thrice welcome to
my arms! to my heart! I will be thy parent from henceforward, and thou
shalt be indeed my child, my heir! My mind told me from the first
moment I
beheld thee, that thou wert the image of my friend! my heart then
opened itself to receive thee, as his offspring. I had a strange
foreboding that I was to be thy protector. I would then have made thee
my own; but heaven orders things for the best; it made thee the
instrument of this discovery, and in its own time and manner conducted
thee to my arms. Praise be to God for his wonderful doings towards the
children of men! every thing that has befallen thee is by his
direction, and he  will not leave his work unfinished; I trust that I
shall be his instrument to do justice on the guilty, and to restore the
orphan of my friend to his rights and title. I devote myself to this
service, and will make it the business of my life to effect it."

Edmund gave vent to his emotions, in raptures of joy and gratitude.
They spent several hours in this way, without thinking of the time that
passed; the one enquiring, the other explaining, and repeating, every
particular of the interesting story.

At length they were interrupted by the careful John Wyatt, who was
anxious to know if any thing was likely to give trouble to his master.

"Sir," said John, "it grows dark--do you want a light?"

"We want no light but what heaven gives us," said Sir Philip; "I knew
not whether it was dark or light."

"I hope," said John, "nothing has happened, I hope your honour has
heard no bad tidings; I-- I-- I hope no offence."

"None at all," said the good knight; "I am obliged to your solicitude
for me; I have heard some things that grieve me, and others that give
me great pleasure; but the sorrows
are past, and the joys remain."

"Thank God!" said John; "I was afraid something was the matter to give
your honour trouble."

"I thank you, my good servant! You see this young gentleman; I would
have you, John, devote
yourself to his service; I give you to him for an attendant on his
person, and
would have you show your affection to me by your attachment to him."

"Oh, Sir!" said John in a melancholy voice, "what have I done to be
turned out of your
service?"

"No such matter, John," said Sir Philip; "you will not leave my
service."

"Sir," said John, "I would rather die than leave you."

"And, my lad, I like you too well to part with you; but in serving my
friend you will
serve me.  Know, that this young man is my son."

"Your son, sir!" said John.

"Not my natural son, but my relation; my son by adoption, my heir!"

"And will he live with you, sir?"

"Yes, John; and I hope to die with him."

"Oh, then, I will serve him with all my heart and soul; and I will do
my best to please you both."

"I thank you, John, and I will not forget your honest love and duty.  I
have so good an opinion of you, that I will tell you of some things
concerning this gentleman that will entitle him to your respect."

"'Tis enough for me," said John, "to know that your honour respects
him, to make me pay him as much duty as yourself."

"But, John, when you know him better, you will respect him still more;
at present, I shall only tell you what he is not; for you think him
only the son of Andrew Twyford."

"And is he not?" said John.

"No, but his wife nursed him, and he passed for her son."

"And does old Twyford know it, sir?"

"He does, and will bear witness to it; but he is the son of a near
friend of mine, of
quality superior to my own, and as such you must serve and respect him."

"I shall, to be sure, sir; but what name shall I call him?"

"You shall know that hereafter; in the mean time bring a light, and
wait on us to the other parlour."

When John was withdrawn, Sir Philip said, "That is a point to be
considered and determined immediately; It is proper that you should
assume a name till you can take that of your father; for I choose you
should drop that of your foster-father; and I would have you be called
by one that is respectable."

"In that, and every other point, I will be wholly governed by you,
sir," said Edmund.

"Well then, I will give you the name of Seagrave; I shall say that you
are a relation of my own; and my mother was really of that family."

John soon returned, and attended them into the other parlour; Sir
Philip entered, with Edmund in his hand.


"My friends," said he, "this gentleman is Mr. Edward Seagrave, the son
of a dear friend and relation of mine.  He was lost in his infancy,
brought up by a good woman out of pure humanity, and is but lately
restored to his own family.  The circumstances shall be made known
hereafter; In the meantime, I have taken him under my care and
protection, and will use all my power and interest to see him restored
to his fortune, which is enjoyed by the usurper who was the cause of
his expulsion, and the death of his parents. Receive him as my
relation, and friend; Zadisky, do you embrace him first. Edmund, you
and this gentleman must love each other for my sake; hereafter you will
do it for your own.["]  They all rose; each embraced and congratulated
the young man.

Zadisky said, "Sir, whatever griefs and misfortunes you may have
endured, you may reckon them at an end, from the hour you are beloved
and protected by Sir Philip Harclay."

"I firmly believe it, sir," replied Edmund; "and my heart enjoys,
already, more happiness than I ever yet felt, and promises me all that
I can wish in future; his friendship is the earnest Heaven gives me of
its blessings hereafter."

They sat down to supper with mutual cheerfulness; and Edmund enjoyed
the repast with more satisfaction than he had felt a long time. Sir
Philip saw his countenance brighten up, and looked on him with
heart-felt pleasure.

"Every time I look on you," said he, "reminds me of your father; you
are the same person I loved twenty-three years ago--I rejoice to see
you under my roof. Go to your repose early, and to-morrow we will
consult farther."

Edmund withdrew, and enjoyed a night of sweet undisturbed repose.

The next morning Edmund arose in perfect health and spirits: he waited
on his benefactor. They were soon after joined by Zadisky, who shewed
great attention and respect to the youth, and offered him his best
services without reserve. Edmund accepted them with equal respect and
modesty; and finding himself at ease, began to display his amiable
qualities. They breakfasted
together; afterwards, Sir Philip desired Edmund to walk out with him.

As soon as they were out of hearing, Sir Philip said, "I could not
sleep last night for thinking of your affairs; I laid schemes for you,
and rejected them again. We must lay our plan before we begin to act.
What shall be done with this treacherous kinsman! this inhuman monster!
this assassin of his nearest relation? I will risk my life and fortune
to bring him
to justice. Shall I go to court, and demand justice of the king? or
shall I accuse him of the murder, and make him stand a public trial?
If I treat him as a baron of the realm, he must be tried by his peers;
if as a commoner, he must be tried at the county assize; but we must
shew reason why he should be degraded from his title. Have you any
thing to propose?"

"Nothing, sir; I have only to wish that it might be as private as
possible, for the sake of my
noble benefactor, the Lord Fitz-Owen, upon whom some part of the family
disgrace would naturally fall; and that would be an ill return for all
his kindness and generosity to me."

"That is a generous and grateful consideration on your part; but you
owe still more to the memory of your injured parents. However, there is
yet another way that suits me better than
any hitherto proposed; I will challenge the traitor to meet me in the
field; and, if he has spirit enough to answer my call, I will there
bring him to justice; if not, I will bring him to a public trial."

No, sir," said Edmund, "that is my province.  Should I stand by and see
my noble, gallant friend expose his life for me, I should be unworthy
to bear the name of that friend whom you so much lament. It will become
his son to vindicate his name, and revenge his death. I will be the
challenger, and no other."

"And do you think he will answer the challenge of an unknown youth,
with nothing but his pretensions to his name and title? Certainly not.
Leave this matter to me; I think of a way that will oblige him to meet
me at the house of a third person who is known to all the parties
concerned, and where we will have authentic witnesses of all that
passes between him and me. I
will devise the time, place, and manner, and satisfy all your scruples."

Edmund offered to reply; but Sir Philip bad him be silent, and let him
proceed in his
own way.

He then led him over his estate, and shewed him every thing deserving
his notice; he told him all the particulars of his domestic economy,
and they returned home in time to meet their friends at dinner.

They spent several days in consulting how to bring Sir Walter to
account, and in improving their friendship and confidence in each
other. Edmund endeared himself so much to his friend and patron, that
he declared him his adopted son and heir before all his friends and
servants, and
ordered them to respect him as such. He every day improved their love
and regard for him, and became the darling of the whole family.

After much consideration, Sir Philip fixed his resolutions, and began
to execute his purposes. He set out for the seat of the Lord Clifford,
attended by Edmund, M. Zadisky, and two servants. Lord Clifford
received them with kindness and hospitality.

Sir Philip presented Edmund to Lord Clifford and his family, as his
near relation and presumptive heir; They spent the evening in the
pleasures of convivial mirth and hospitable entertainment. The next day
Sir Philip began to open his mind to Lord Clifford, informing him that
both his young friend and himself had received great injuries from the
present Lord
Lovel, for which they were resolved to call him to account; but that,
for many reasons, they were desirous to have proper witnesses of all
that should pass between them, and begging the favour of his Lordship
to be the principal one.  Lord Clifford acknowledged the confidence
placed in him; and besought Sir Philip to let him be the arbitrator
between them. Sir Philip assured him, that
their wrongs would not admit of arbitration, as he should hereafter
judge; but that he was unwilling to explain them further till he knew
certainly whether or not the Lord Lovel would meet him; for, if he
refused, he must take another method with him.

Lord Clifford was desirous to know the grounds of the quarrel; but Sir
Philip declined entering into particulars at present, assuring him of a
full information hereafter. He then sent M. Zadisky, attended by John
Wyatt, and a servant of Lord Clifford, with a letter to Lord Lovel; the
contents were as follow:--

"My Lord Lovel,--"Sir Philip Harclay earnestly desires to see you at
the house of Lord Clifford, where he waits to call you to account for
the injuries done by you to the late Arthur Lord Lovel, your kinsman;
If you accept his demand, he will make the Lord Clifford a witness and
a judge of the cause; if not, he will expose you publicly as a traitor
and a coward. Please to answer this letter, and he will acquaint you
with the time, place, and manner of the meeting.        
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                                        
                                                 PHILIP HARCLAY."


 Zadisky presented the letter to Lord Lovel, informing him that he was
the friend of Sir Philip Harclay. He seemed surprised and confounded at
the contents; but, putting on an haughty air, " I know nothing," said
he, "of the business this letter hints at; but wait a few hours, and I
will give you an answer."  He gave orders to treat Zadisky as a
gentleman in every
respect, except in avoiding his company; for the Greek had a shrewd and
penetrating aspect, and he observed every turn of his countenance. The
next day he came and apologized for his absence, and gave him the
answer; sending his respects to the Lord Clifford. The messengers
returned with all speed, and Sir Philip read the answer before all
present.


"Lord Lovel knows not of any injuries done by him to the late Arthur
Lord Lovel, whom he succeeded by just right of inheritance; nor of any
right Sir Philip Harclay has, to call to account a man to whom he is
barely known, having seen him only once, many years ago, at the house
of his uncle, the old Lord Lovel:  Nevertheless, Lord Lovel will not
suffer any man to call his name and honour into question with impunity;
for which reason he will meet Sir Philip Harclay at any time, place,
and in what manner he shall appoint, bringing the same number of
friends and dependents, that justice may be done to all parties.        
                        LOVEL."

"'Tis well," said Sir Philip; "I am glad to find he has the spirit to
meet me; he is an enemy worthy of my sword."

Lord Clifford then proposed that both parties should pass the borders,
and obtain leave of the warden of the Scottish marches to decide the
quarrel in his jurisdiction, with a select number of friends on both
sides. Sir Philip agreed to the proposal; and Lord Clifford wrote in
his own name to ask permission of the Lord Graham, that his friends
might come there; and obtained it, on condition that neither party
should exceed a limited number of friends and followers.

Lord Clifford sent chosen messengers to Lord Lovel, acquainting him
with the conditions, and appointing the time, place, and manner of
their meeting, and that he had been desired to accept the office of
judge of the field. Lord Lovel accepted the conditions, and promised to
be there without fail. Lord Clifford notified the same to Lord Graham,
warden of the marches, who caused a piece of ground to be inclosed for
the lists, and made preparations against the day appointed.

In the interim, Sir Philip Harclay thought proper to settle his worldly
affairs.  He made Zadisky acquainted with every circumstance of
Edmund's history, and the obligation that lay upon him to revenge the
death of his friend, and see justice done to his heir. Zadisky entered
into the cause with an ardour that spoke the affection he bore to his
friend.

"Why," said he, "would you not suffer me to engage this traitor? Your
life is of too much consequence to be staked against his; but though I
trust that the justice of your cause must succeed, yet, if it should
happen otherwise, I vow to revenge you; he shall never go back from us
both.   However, my hope and trust is, to see your arm the minister of
justice."

 Sir Philip then sent for a lawyer and made his will, by which he
appointed Edmund his chief heir, by the name of Lovel, alias Seagrave,
alias Twyford; he ordered that all his old friends, soldiers, and
servants, should be maintained in the same manner during their lives;
he left to Zadisky an annuity of an hundred a year, and a legacy of two
hundred pounds; one hundred pounds to a certain monastery; the same sum
to be distributed among disbanded soldiers, and the same to the poor
and needy in his neighbourhood.

He appointed Lord Clifford joint executor with Edmund, and gave his
will into that nobleman's care, recommending Edmund to his favour and
protection.

"If I live," said he, "I will make him appear to be worthy of it; if I
die, he will want a friend. I am desirous your lordship, as a judge of
the field, should be unprejudiced on either side, that you may judge
impartially. If I die, Edmund's pretensions die with me; but my friend
Zadisky will acquaint you with the foundation of them. I take these
precautions, because I ought to be prepared for every thing; but my
heart is warm with better hopes, and I trust I shall live to justify my
own cause, as well as that of my friend, who is a person of more
consequence than he appears to be."

Lord Clifford accepted the trust, and expressed the greatest reliance
upon Sir Philip's honour and veracity.

While these preparations were making for the great event that was to
decide the pretensions of Edmund, his enemies at the Castle of Lovel
were brought to shame for their behaviour to him.

The disagreement between Wenlock and Markham had by degrees brought on
an explanation of some parts of their conduct. Father Oswald had often
hinted to the Baron, Wenlock's envy of Edmund's superior qualities, and
the artifices by which he had obtained such an influence with Sir
Robert, as to make him take his part upon all occasions. Oswald now
took advantage of the breach between these two incendiaries, to
persuade Markham to justify himself at Wenlock's expence, and to tell
all he knew of his wickedness; at length, he promised to declare all he
knew of Wenlock's conduct, as well in France as since their return,
when he should be called upon; and, by him, Oswald was enabled to
unravel the whole of his contrivances, against the honour, interest,
and even life of Edmund.

He prevailed on Hewson, and Kemp, his associate, to add their testimony
to the others. Hewson confessed that he was touched in his conscience,
when he reflected on the cruelty and injustice of his behaviour to
Edmund, whose behaviour towards him, after he had laid a snare for his
life, was so noble and generous, that he was cut to the heart by it,
and had suffered so much pain and remorse, that he longed for nothing
so much as an opportunity to unburden his mind; but the dread of Mr.
Wenlock's anger, and the effects of his resentment, had hitherto kept
him silent, always hoping there would come a time, when he might have
leave to declare the whole truth.

Oswald conveyed this information to the Baron's ear, who waited for an
opportunity to make the proper use of it. Not long after, the two
principal incendiaries came to an open rupture, and Markham threatened
Wenlock that he would shew his uncle what a serpent he had harboured in
his bosom. The Baron arrested his words, and insisted upon his telling
all he knew; adding,--

"If you speak the truth, I will support you; but if you prove false, I
will punish you severely.  As to Mr. Wenlock, he shall have a fair
trial; and, if all the accusations I have heard are made good, it is
high time that I should put him out of my family."

The Baron, with a stern aspect, bade them follow him into the great
hall; and sent for all the rest of the family together.

He then, with great solemnity, told them he was ready to hear all sides
of the question. He declared the whole substance of his informations,
and called upon the accusers to support the charge. Hewson and Kemp
gave the same account they had done to Oswald, offering to swear to the
truth of their testimony; several of the other servants related such
circumstances as had come to their knowledge. Markham then spoke of
every thing, and gave a particular account of all that had passed on
the night they spent in the east apartment; he accused himself of being
privy to Wenlock's villany, called himself fool and blockhead for being
the instrument of his malignant disposition, and asked pardon of his
uncle for concealing it so long.

The Baron called upon Wenlock to reply to the charge; who, instead of
answering, flew into a passion, raged, swore, threatened, and finally
denied every thing. The witnesses persisted in their assertions.
Markham desired leave to make known the reason why they were all afraid
of him.

"He gives it out," said he, "that he is to be my lord's son-in-law; and
they, supposing him to stand first in his favour, are afraid of his
displeasure."

"I hope," said the Baron, "I shall not be at such a loss for a
son-in-law, as to make choice of such a one as him; he never but once
hinted at such a thing, and then I gave him no encouragement. I have
long seen there was something very wrong in him; but I did not believe
he was of so wicked a disposition; It is no wonder that princes should
be so frequently deceived, when I, a private man, could be so much
imposed upon within the circle of my own family. What think you, son
Robert?"

"I, sir, have been much more imposed on; and I take shame to myself on
the occasion."

"Enough, my son," said the Baron; "a generous confession is only a
proof of growing wisdom.  You are now sensible, that the best of us are
liable to imposition. The artifices of this unworthy kinsman have set
us at variance with each other, and driven away an excellent youth from
this house, to go I know not whither; but he shall no longer triumph in
his wickedness; he shall feel what it is to be banished from the house
of his protector. He shall set out for his mother's this very day; I
will write to her in such a manner as shall inform her that he has
offended me, without particularising the nature of his faults; I will
give him an opportunity of recovering his credit with his own family,
and this shall be my security against his doing further mischief. May
he repent, and be forgiven.

"Markham deserves punishment, but not in the same degree."

"I confess it," said he, "and will submit to whatever your lordship
shall enjoin."

"You shall only be banished for a time, but he for ever. I will
send you abroad on a business that shall put you in a way to do credit
to
yourself, and service to me. Son Robert, have you any objection to my
sentence?"

"My Lord," said he, "I have great reason to distrust myself; I am
sensible of my own weakness, and your superior wisdom, as well as
goodness; and I will henceforward submit to you in all things."

The Baron ordered two of his servants to pack up Wenlock's clothes and
necessaries, and to set out with him that very day; he bade some others
keep an eye upon him lest he should escape; As soon as they were ready,
my Lord wished him a good journey, and gave him a letter for his
mother. He departed without saying a word, in a sullen kind of
resentment, but his countenance shewed the inward agitations of his
mind.

As soon as he was gone, every mouth was opened against him; a thousand
stories came out that they never heard before; The Baron and his sons
were astonished that he should go on so long without detection. My lord
sighed deeply at the thoughts of Edmund's expulsion, and ardently
wished to know what was become of him.


Sir Robert took the opportunity of coming to an explanation with his
brother William; he took shame to himself for some part of his past
behaviour. Mr. William owned his affection to Edmund, and justified it
by his merit and attachment to him, which were such that he was certain
no time or distance could alter them. He accepted his brother's
acknowledgement, as a full amends for all that had passed, and begged
that henceforward an entire love and confidence might ever subsist
between them. These new regulations restored peace, confidence, and
harmony, in the Castle of Lovel.

At length, the day arrived for the combatants to meet. The Lord Graham,
with twelve followers gentlemen, and twelve servants, was ready at the
dawn of day to receive them.

The first that entered the field, was Sir Philip Harclay, knight, armed
completely, excepting his head-piece; Hugh Rugby, his esquire, bearing
his lance; John Barnard, his page, carrying his helmet and spurs; and
two servants in his proper livery. The next came Edmund, the heir of
Lovel,
followed by his servant John Wyatt; Zadisky, followed by his servant.


At a short distance came the Lord Clifford, as judge of the field, with
his esquire, two pages, and two livery-servants; followed by his eldest
son, his nephew, and a gentleman his friend, each attended by one
servant; He also brought a surgeon of note to take care of the wounded.


The Lord Graham saluted them; and, by his order, they took their places
without the lists, and the trumpet sounded for the challenger. It was
answered by the defendant, who soon after appeared, attended by three
gentlemen his friends, with each one servant, beside his own proper
attendants.

A place was erected for the Lord Clifford, as judge of the field; he
desired Lord Graham would share the office, who accepted it, on
condition that the combatants should make no objection, and they agreed
to it with the greatest courtesy and respect. They consulted together
on many points of honour and ceremony between the two combatants.

They appointed a marshal of the field, and other inferior officers,
usually employed on these occasions. The Lord Graham sent the marshal
for the challenger, desiring him to declare the cause of his quarrel
before his enemy. Sir Philip Harclay then advanced, and thus spoke:

"I, Philip Harclay, knight, challenge Walter, commonly called Lord
Lovel, as a base, treacherous, and bloody man, who, by his wicked arts
and devices, did kill, or cause to be killed, his kinsman, Arthur Lord
Lovel, my dear and noble friend. I am called upon, in an extraordinary
manner, to revenge his death; and I will prove the truth of what I have
affirmed at the peril of my life."

Lord Graham then bade the defendant answer to the charge. Lord Lovel
stood forth before his followers, and thus replied:

"I, Walter, Baron of Lovel, do deny the charge against me, and affirm
it to be a base, false, and malicious accusation of this Sir Philip
Harclay, which I believe to be invented by himself, or else framed by
some enemy, and told to him for wicked ends; but, be that as it may, I
will
maintain my own honour, and prove him to be a false traitor, at the
hazard of my own life, and to the punishment of his presumption."

Then said the Lord Graham, "will not this quarrel admit of arbitration?"

"No," replied Sir Philip; "when I have justified this charge, I have
more to bring against him. I trust in God and the justice of my cause,
and defy that traitor to the death!"

Lord Clifford then spoke a few words to Lord Graham, who immediately
called to the marshal, and bade him open the lists, and deliver their
weapons to the combatants.

While the marshal was arranging the combatants and their followers,
Edmund approached his friend and patron; he put one knee to the ground,
he embraced his knees with the strongest emotions of grief and anxiety.
He was dressed in complete armour, with his visor down; his device was
a hawthorn, with a graft of the rose upon it, the motto--This is not my
true parent; but Sir Philip bade him take these words--E fructu arbor
cognoscitur.

Sir Philip embraced the youth with strong marks of affection.  "Be
composed, my child!" said he; "I have neither guilt, fear, nor doubt in
me; I am so certain of success, that I bid you be prepared for the
consequence."

Zadisky embraced his friend, he comforted Edmund, he suggested every
thing that could confirm his hopes of success.

The marshal waited to deliver the spear to Sir Philip; he now presented
it with the usual form.

"Sir, receive your lance, and God defend the right!"

Sir Philip answered, "Amen!" in a voice that was heard by all present.

He next presented his weapon to Lord Lovel with the same sentence, who
likewise answered "Amen!" with a good courage. Immediately the lists
were cleared, and the combatants began to fight.

They contended a long time with equal skill and courage; at length Sir
Philip unhorsed his antagonist. The judges ordered, that either he
should alight, or suffer his enemy to remount; he chose the former, and
a short combat on foot ensued. The sweat ran off their bodies with the
violence of the exercise. Sir Philip watched every motion of his enemy,
and strove to weary him
out, intending to wound, but not to kill him, unless obliged for his
own safety.

He thrust his sword through his left arm, and demanded, whether he
would confess the fact? Lord Lovel enraged, answered, he would die
sooner. Sir Philip then passed the sword through his body twice, and
Lord Lovel fell, crying out that he was slain.

"I hope not," said Sir Philip, "for I have a great deal of business for
you to do before you die: confess your sins, and endeavour to atone for
them, as the only ground to hope for pardon."

Lord Lovel replied, "You are the victor, use your good fortune
generously!"

Sir Philip took away his sword, and then waved it over his head, and
beckoned for assistance. The judges sent to beg Sir Philip to spare the
life of his enemy.

"I will," said he, "upon condition that he will make an honest
confession."

Lord Lovel desired a surgeon and a confessor.

"You shall have both," said Sir Philip; "but you must first answer me a
question or two. Did you kill your kinsman or not?"

"It was not my hand that killed him," answered the wounded man.

"It was done by your own order, however? You shall have no assistance
till you answer this point."

"It was," said he, "and Heaven is just!"

"Bear witness all present," said Sir Philip; "he confesses the fact!"

He then beckoned Edmund, who approached.

"Take off your helmet," said he; "look on that youth, he is the son of
your injured kinsman."

"It is himself!" said the Lord Lovel, and fainted away.

Sir Philip then called for a surgeon and a priest, both of which Lord
Graham had provided; the former began to bind up his wounds, and his
assistants poured a cordial into his mouth.  "Preserve his life, if it
be possible," said Sir Philip; "for much depends upon it."

He then took Edmund by the hand, and presented him to all the company.
"In this young man," said he, "you see the true heir of the house of
Lovel! Heaven has in its own way made him the instrument to discover
the death of his parents. His father was assassinated by order of that
wicked man, who now receives his punishment; his mother was, by his
cruel treatment, compelled to leave her own house; she was delivered in
the fields, and perished herself in seeking a shelter for her infant. I
have sufficient proofs of every thing I say, which I am ready to
communicate to every person who desires to know the particulars.
Heaven, by my hand, has chastised him; he has confessed the fact I
accuse him of, and it remains that he make restitution of the fortune
and
honours he hath usurped so long."

Edmund kneeled, and with uplifted hands returned thanks to Heaven, that
his noble friend and champion was crowned with victory.  The lords and
gentlemen gathered round them, they congratulated them both; while Lord
Lovel's friends and followers were employed in taking care of him. Lord
Clifford took Sir Philip's hand.

"You have acted with so much honour and prudence, that it is
presumptuous to offer you advice; but what mean you to do with the
wounded man?"

"I have not determined," said he; "I thank you for the hint, and beg
your advice how to proceed."

"Let us consult Lord Graham," replied he.

Lord Graham insisted upon their going all to his castle: "There," said
he, "you will have impartial witnesses of all that passes."  Sir Philip
was unwilling to give so much trouble. The Lord Graham protested he
should be proud to do any service to so noble a gentleman. Lord Clifford
enforced his request, saying, it was better upon all accounts to keep
their prisoner on this side the borders till they saw what turn his
health would take, and to keep him safely till he had settled his
worldly affairs.

This resolution being taken, Lord Graham invited the wounded man and
his friends to his castle, as being the nearest place where he could be
lodged and taken proper care of, it being dangerous to carry him
further. They accepted the proposal with many acknowledgements; and,
having made a kind of litter of boughs, they all proceeded to Lord
Graham's castle, where they put Lord Lovel to bed, and the surgeon
dressed his wounds, and desired he might be kept quiet, not knowing at
present whether they were dangerous or not.

About an hour after, the wounded man complained of thirst; he asked for
the surgeon, and enquired if his life was in danger? The surgeon
answered him doubtfully. He asked--

"Where is Sir Philip Harclay?"

"In the castle."

"Where is that young man whom he calls the heir of Lovel?"

"He is here, too."

"Then I am surrounded with my enemies. I want to speak to one of my own
servants, without witnesses; let one be sent to me.

The surgeon withdrew, and acquainted the gentlemen below.  "He shall
not speak to any man," said Sir Philip, "but in my presence."  He went
with him into the sick man's room. Upon the sight of Sir Philip, he
seemed in great agitation.

"Am I not allowed to speak with my own servant?" said he.

"Yes, sir, you may; but not without witnesses."

"Then I am a prisoner, it seems?"

"No, not so, sir; but some caution is necessary at present.  But
compose yourself, I do not wish for your death."

"Then why did you seek it? I never injured you."

"Yes, you have, in the person of my friend, and I am only the
instrument of justice in the hand of Heaven; endeavour to make
atonement while life is spared to you.  Shall I send the priest to you?
perhaps he may convince you of the necessity of restitution, in order
to obtain forgiveness of your sins."

Sir Philip sent for the priest and the surgeon, and obliged the servant
to retire with him.  "I leave you, sir, to the care of these gentlemen;
and whenever a third person is admitted, I will be his attendant; I
will visit you again within an hour."

He then retired, and consulted his friends below; they were of opinion
that no time should be lost.  "You will then," said he, "accompany me
into the sick man's apartment in an hour's time."

Within the hour, Sir Philip, attended by Lord Clifford and Lord Graham,
entered the chamber. Lord Lovel was in great emotion; the priest stood
on one side of the bed, the surgeon on the other; the former exhorted
him to confess his sins, the other desired he might be left to his
repose. Lord Lovel seemed in great anguish of mind; he trembled, and
was in the utmost confusion. Sir Philip intreated him, with the piety
of a confessor, to consider his soul's health before that of his body.
He then asked Sir Philip, by what means he knew that he was concerned
in the death of his kinsman?.

"Sir," replied he, "it was not merely by human means this fact was
discovered. There is
a certain apartment in the Castle of Lovel, that has been shut up these
one and twenty years, but has lately been opened and examined into."

"O Heaven!" exclaimed he, "then Geoffry must have betrayed me!"

"No, sir, he has not; it was revealed in a very extraordinary manner to
that youth whom it most concerns."

"How can he be the heir of Lovel?"

"By being the son of that unfortunate woman, whom you cruelly obliged
to leave her own house, to avoid being compelled to wed the murderer of
her husband:  we are not ignorant, moreover, of the fictitious funeral
you made for her. All is discovered, and you will not tell us any more
than we know already; but we desire to have it confirmed by your
confession."


"The judgments of Heaven are fallen upon me!" said Lord Lovel. "I am
childless, and one is arisen from the grave to claim my inheritance."

"Nothing, then, hinders you to do justice and make restitution; it is
for the ease of your conscience; and you have no other way of making
atonement for all the mischief you have done."

"You know too much," said the criminal, "and I will relate what you do
not know."

"You may remember," proceeded he, "that I saw you once at my uncle's
house?"

"I well remember it."

"At that time my mind was disturbed by the baleful passion of envy; it
was from that root all my bad actions sprung."

"Praise be to God!" said the good priest; "he hath touched your heart
with true contrition, and you shew the effect of his mercies; you will
do justice, and you will be rewarded by the gift of repentance unto
salvation."

Sir Philip desired the penitent to proceed.

My kinsman excelled me in every kind of merit, in the graces of person
and mind, in all his exercises, and in every accomplishment. I was
totally eclipsed by him, and I hated to be in his company; but what
finished my aversion, was his addressing the lady upon whom I had fixed
my affections.  I strove to rival him there, but she gave him the
preference that, indeed, was
only his due; but I could not bear to see, or acknowledge, it.

"The most bitter hatred took possession of my breast, and I vowed to
revenge the supposed injury as soon as opportunity should offer. I
buried my resentment deep in my heart, and outwardly appeared to
rejoice at his success.  I made a merit of resigning my pretensions to
him, but I could not bear to be present at his nuptials; I retired to
my father's seat, and brooded
over my revenge in secret. My father died this year, and soon after my
uncle followed him; within another year my kinsman was summoned to
attend the king on his Welch expedition.

"As soon as I heard he was gone from home, I resolved to prevent his
return, exulting in the prospect of possessing his title, fortune, and
his lady. I hired messengers, who were constantly going and coming to
give me intelligence of all that passed at the castle; I went there
soon after, under pretence of visiting my kinsman. My spies brought me
an account of all that happened; one informed me of the event of the
battle, but could not tell whether my rival was living or dead; I hoped
the latter, that I might avoid the crime I meditated. I reported his
death to his Lady, who took it very heavily.

"Soon after a messenger arrived with tidings that he was alive and
well, and had obtained leave to return home immediately.

"I instantly dispatched my two emissaries to intercept him on the way.
He made so much haste to return, that he was met within a mile of his
own castle; he had out-rode his servants, and was alone. They killed
him, and drew him aside out of the highway. They then came to me with
all speed, and desired my orders; it was then about sunset.  I sent
them back to fetch the dead
body, which they brought privately into the castle: they tied it neck
and heels, and put it into a trunk, which they buried under the floor
in the closet you mentioned. The sight of the body stung me to the
heart; I then felt the pangs of remorse, but it was too late; I took
every precaution that prudence suggested to prevent the discovery; but
nothing can be concealed from the eye of Heaven.

"From that fatal hour I have never known peace, always in fear of
something impending to discover my guilt, and to bring me to shame; at
length I am overtaken by justice. I am brought to a severe reckoning
here, and I dread to meet one more severe hereafter."

"Enough," said the priest; "you have done a good work, my son! trust in
the Lord; and, now this burden is off your mind, the rest will be made
easy to you."

Lord Lovel took a minute's repose, and then went on.

"I hope by the hint you gave, Sir Philip, the poor lady is yet alive?"

"No, sir, she is not; but she died not till after she brought forth a
son, whom Heaven made its instrument to discover and avenge the death
of both his parents."

"They are well avenged!" said he. "I have no children to lament for me;
all mine have been taken from me in the bloom of youth; only one
daughter lived to be twelve years old; I intended her for a wife for
one of my nephews, but within three months I have buried her." He
sighed, wept, and was silent.

The gentlemen present lifted up their hands and eyes to Heaven in
silence.

"The will of Heaven be obeyed!" said the priest.  "My penitent hath
confessed all; what more would you require?"

"That he make atonement," said Sir Philip; "that he surrender the title
and estate to the right heir, and dispose of his own proper fortune to
his nearest relations, and resign himself
to penitence and preparation for a future state. For this time I leave
him with you, father, and will join my prayers with yours for his
repentance."

So saying, he left the room, and was followed by the Barons and the
surgeon; the priest alone remaining with him. As soon as they were out
of hearing, Sir Philip questioned the surgeon concerning his patient's
situation; who answered, that at present he saw no signs of immediate
danger, but he could not yet pronounce that there was none.

"If he were mortally wounded," said he, "he could not be so well, nor
speak so long without faintness; and it is my opinion that he will soon
recover, if nothing happens to retard
the cure."

"Then," said Sir Philip, "keep this opinion from him; for I would
suffer the fear of death to operate on him until he hath performed some
necessary acts of justice.  Let it only be known to these noblemen,
upon whose honour I can rely, and I trust they will approve my request
to you, sir."

"I join in it," said Lord Clifford, "from the same motives."

"I insist upon it," said Lord Graham; "and I can answer for my
surgeon's discretion."

"My lords," said the surgeon, "you may depend on my fidelity; and,
after what I have just
heard, my conscience is engaged in this noble gentleman's behalf, and I
will do
every thing in my power to second your intentions."

"I thank you, sir," said Sir Philip, "and you may depend on my
gratitude in return. I presume you will sit up with him to-night; if
any danger should arise, I desire to be called immediately; but,
otherwise, I would suffer him to rest quietly, that he may be prepared
for the business of the following day."

"I shall obey your directions, sir; my necessary attendance will give
me a pretence not to leave him, and thus I shall hear all that passes
between him and all that visit him."

"You will oblige me highly," said Sir Philip, and I shall go to rest
with
confidence in your care."

The surgeon returned to the sick man's chamber, Sir Philip and the
Barons to the company below: they supped in the great hall, with all
the gentlemen that were present at the combat. Sir Philip and his
Edmund retired to their repose, being heartily fatigued; and the
company staid to a late hour, commenting upon the action of the day,
praising the courage and generosity of the noble knight, and wishing a
good event to his undertaking.

Most of Lord Lovel's friends went away as soon as they saw him safely
lodged, being ashamed of him, and of their appearance in his behalf;
and the few that stayed were induced by their desire of a further
information of the base action he had committed, and to justify their
own characters and conduct.

The next morning Sir Philip entered into consultation with the two
Barons, on the methods he should take to get Edmund received, and
acknowledged, as heir of the house of Lovel. They were all of opinion,
that the criminal should be kept in fear till he had settled his
worldly affairs, and they had resolved how to dispose of him. With this
determination they entered his room, and enquired of the surgeon how he
had passed the night.  He shook his head, and said but little.

Lord Lovel desired that he might be removed to his own house. Lord
Graham said, he could not consent to that, as there was evident danger
in removing him; and appealed to the surgeon, who confirmed his
opinion. Lord Graham desired he would make himself easy, and that he
should have every kind of assistance there.

Sir Philip then proposed to send for the Lord Fitz-Owen, who would see
that all possible care was taken of his brother-in-law, and would
assist him in settling his affairs. Lord Lovel was against it; he was
peevish and uneasy, and desired to be left with only his own servants
to attend him.  Sir Philip quitted the room with a significant look;
and the two Lords endeavoured to reconcile him to his situation. He
interrupted them.  "It is easy for men in your situation to advise, but
it is difficult for one in mine to practise; wounded in body and mind,
it is natural that I should strive to avoid the extremes of shame and
punishment; I thank you for your kind offices, and beg I may be left
with my own servants."

"With them, and the surgeon, you shall," said Lord Graham; and they
both retired.

Sir Philip met them below.  "My lords," said he, "I am desirous that my
Lord Fitz-Owen should be sent for, and that he may hear his brother's
confession; for I suspect that he may hereafter deny, what only the
fear of death has extorted from him; with your permission I am
determined to send messengers to-day."

They both expressed approbation, and Lord Clifford proposed to write to
him, saying, a letter from an impartial person will have the more
weight; I will send one of my principal domestics with your own. This
measure being resolved upon, Lord Clifford retired to write, and Sir
Philip to prepare his servants for instant departure. Edmund desired
leave to write to father Oswald, and John Wyatt was ordered to be the
bearer of his letter. When the Lord Clifford had finished his letter,
he read it to Sir Philip and his chosen friends, as follows:--

"RIGHT HON. MY GOOD LORD,-- I have taken upon me to acquaint your
Lordship, that there has been a solemn combat at arms between your
brother-in-law, the Lord Lovel, and Sir Philip Harclay, Knt. of
Yorkshire. It was fought in the jurisdiction of the Lord Graham, who,
with myself, was appointed judge of the field; it was fairly won, and
Sir Philip is the conqueror. After he had gained the victory he
declared at large the cause of the quarrel, and that he had revenged
the death of Arthur Lord Lovel his friend, whom the present Lord Lovel
had assassinated, that he might enjoy his title and estate. The wounded
man confessed the fact; and Sir Philip gave him his life, and only
carried off his sword as a trophy of his victory. Both the victor and
the vanquished were conveyed to Lord Graham's castle, where the Lord
Lovel now lies in great danger. He is desirous to settle his worldly
affairs, and to make his peace with God and man. Sir Philip Harclay
says there is a male heir of the house of Lovel, for whom he claims the
title and estate; but he is very desirous that your Lordship should be
present at the disposal of your brother's property that of right
belongs to him, of which your children are the undoubted heirs.  He
also wants to consult you in many other points of honour and equity.
Let me intreat you, on the receipt of this letter, to set out
immediately for Lord Graham's castle, where you will be received with
the utmost respect and hospitality. You will hear things that will
surprise you as much as they do me; you will judge of them with that
justice and honour that speaks your character; and you will unite with
us in wondering at the ways of Providence, and submitting to its
decrees, in punishing the guilty, and doing justice to the innocent and
oppressed. My best wishes and prayers attend you and your hopeful
family. My lord, I remain your humble servant,                          
                                                                        
                                                                        
        CLIFFORD."

Every one present expressed the highest approbation of this letter. Sir
Philip gave orders to John Wyatt to be very circumspect in his
behaviour, to give Edmund's letter privately to father Oswald, and to
make no mention of him, or his pretensions to Lovel Castle.

Lord Clifford gave his servant the requisite precautions. Lord Graham
added a note of invitation, and sent it by a servant of his own.  As
soon as all things were ready, the messengers set out with all speed
for the Castle of Lovel.

They stayed no longer by the way than to take some refreshment, but
rode night and day till they arrived there.

Lord Fitz-Owen was in the parlour with his children; Father Oswald was
walking in the avenue before the house, when he saw three messengers
whose horses seemed jaded, and the riders fatigued, like men come a
long journey. He came up, just as the first had delivered his message
to the porter. John Wyatt knew him; he dismounted, and made signs that
he had something to say
to him; he retired back a few steps, and John, with great dexterity,
slipped a letter into his hand. The father gave him his blessing, and a
welcome.

"Who do you come from?" said he aloud.

"From the Lords Graham and Clifford to the Lord Fitz-Owen; and we bring
letters of consequence to the Baron."

Oswald followed the messengers into the hall; a servant announced their
arrival. Lord Fitz-Owen received them in the parlour; Lord Clifford's
servant delivered his master's letter, Lord Graham's his, and they said
they would retire and wait his Lordship's answer. The Baron ordered
them some refreshment. They retired, and he opened his letters.  He
read them with
great agitations, he struck his hand upon his heart, he exclaimed, "My
fears are all verified! the blow is struck, and it has fallen upon the
guilty!"

Oswald came in a minute after.

"You are come in good time," said the Baron. "Read that letter, that my
children may know the contents."

He read it, with faultering voice, and trembling limbs. They were all
in great
surprise. William looked down, and kept a studied silence. Sir Robert
exclaimed--

"Is it possible? can my uncle be guilty of such an action?"

"You hear," said the Baron, "he has confessed it!"

"But to whom?" said Sir Robert.

"His father replied, "Lord Clifford's honour is unquestionable, and I
cannot doubt what he affirms."

Sir Robert leaned his head upon his hand, as one lost in thought; at
length he seemed to awake.

"My Lord, I have no doubt that Edmund is at the bottom of this
business. Do you not remember that Sir Philip Harclay long ago promised
him his friendship? Edmund disappears; and, soon
after, this man challenges my Uncle. You know what passed here before
his departure; He has suggested this affair to Sir Philip, and
instigated him to this action. This is the return he has made for the
favours he has received from our family, to which he owes every thing!"

"Softly, my son!" said the Baron; "let us be cautious of reflecting
upon Edmund; there is a greater hand in this business. My conjecture
was too true; It was in that fatal apartment that
he was made acquainted with the circumstances of Lord Lovel's death; he
was, perhaps, enjoined to reveal them to Sir Philip Harclay, the bosom
friend of the deceased. The mystery of that apartment is disclosed, the
woe to the guilty is accomplished! There is no reflection upon any one;
Heaven effects its purposes in its own time and manner. I and mine are
innocent; let us worship, and be silent!"

"But what do you propose to do?" said Sir Robert.

"To return with the messengers," answered the Baron. "I think it highly
proper that I
should see your Uncle, and hear what he has to say; my children are his
heirs; in justice to them, I ought to be acquainted with every thing
that concerns the disposal of his fortune."

"Your Lordship is in the right," answered Sir Robert, "it concerns us
all. I have only to ask your permission to bear you company."

"With all my heart," said the Baron; "I have only to ask of you in
return, that you will command yourself, and not speak your mind
hastily; wait for the proofs before you give judgment, and take advice
of your reason before you decide upon any thing; if you reflect upon
the past, you will find reason to distrust yourself. Leave all to me,
and be assured I will protect your honour and my own."

"I will obey you in all things, my lord; and will make immediate
preparation for our departure." So saying, he left the room.

As soon as he was gone, Mr. William broke silence.

"My Lord, said he," if you have no great objection, I beg leave also to
accompany you
both."

"You shall, my son, if you desire it; I think I can see your motives,
and your brother's also; your coolness will be a good balance to his
warmth; you shall go with us. My son Walter shall be his sister's
protector in our absence, and he shall be master here till we return."

"I hope, my dear father, that will not be long; I shall not be happy
till you come home," said
the fair Emma.

"It shall be no longer, my dearest, than till this untoward affair is
settled."

The Baron desired to know when the messengers were expected to return.
Oswald took this opportunity to retire; he went to his own apartment,
and read the letter, as follows:--

"The Heir of Lovel, to his dear and reverend friend, father Oswald.

"Let my friends at the Castle of Lovel know that I live in hopes one
day to see them there. If you could by any means return with the
messengers, your testimony would add weight to mine; perhaps you might
obtain permission to attend the Baron; I leave it to you to manage
this. John Wyatt will inform you of all that has passed here, and that
hitherto my success has outrun my expectation, and, almost, my wishes.
I am in the high road to my inheritance; and trust that the Power who
hath conducted me thus far, will not leave his work unfinished. Tell my
beloved William, that I live, and hope to embrace him before long. I
recommend myself to your holy prayers and blessing, and remain your son
and servant,                                    Edmund."

Oswald then went to the messengers; he drew John Wyatt to a distance
from the rest, and got the information he wanted.  He stayed with him
till he was sent for by the Baron, to whom he went directly, and
prevented his questions, by saying, "I have been talking with the
messengers; I find they have travelled night and day to bring the
letters with all speed; they only require one night's rest, and will be
ready to set out with you to-morrow."

"'Tis well," said the Baron; "we will set out as soon as they are
ready."

"My Lord," said Oswald, "I have a favour to beg of you; it is, that I
may attend you; I
have seen the progress of this wonderful discovery, and I have a great
desire to see the conclusion of it; perhaps my presence may be of
service in the course of your business."

"Perhaps it may," said the Baron; "I have no objection, if you desire
to go."

They then separated, and went to prepare for their journey.

Oswald had a private interview with Joseph, whom he informed of all
that he knew, and his resolution to attend the Baron in his journey to
the north.

"I go," said he, "to bear witness in behalf of injured innocence.  If
it be needful, I shall call upon you; therefore hold yourself in
readiness in case you should be sent for."

"That I will," said Joseph, "and spend my last remains of life and
strength, to help my young lord to his right and title.  But do they
not begin to suspect who is the heir of Lovel?"

"Not in the least," said Oswald; "they think him concerned in the
discovery, but have no idea of his being interested in the event."

"Oh, father!" said Joseph, "I shall think every day a week till your
return; but I will no longer keep you from your repose."

"Good night," said Oswald; "but I have another visit to pay before I go
to rest."

He left Joseph, and went on tip-toe to Mr. William's room, and tapped
at his door.  He came and opened it. "What news, father?"

"Not much; I have only orders to tell you that Edmund is well, and as
much your friend as ever."

"I guessed," said William, "that we should hear something of him. I
have still another guess."

"What is that, my child?"

"That we shall see or hear of him where we are going."

"It is very likely," said Oswald; "and I would have you be prepared for
it;-- I am confident we shall hear nothing to his discredit."

"I am certain of that," said William, "and I shall rejoice to see him;
I conclude that he is under the protection of Sir Philip Harclay."

"He is so," said Oswald; "I had my information from Sir Philip's
servant, who is one of the messengers, and was guide to the others in
their way hither."

After some farther conversation they separated, and each went to his
repose.

The next morning the whole party set out on their journey; they
travelled by easy stages on account of the Baron's health, which began
to be impaired, and arrived in health and spirits at the castle of Lord
Graham, where they were received with the utmost respect and kindness
by the noble master.

The Lord Lovel had recovered his health and strength as much as
possible in the time, and was impatient to be gone from thence to his
own house. He was surprised to hear of the arrival of his brother and
nephews, and expressed no pleasure at the thoughts of seeing them. When
Sir Philip Harclay came to pay his respects to Baron Fitz-Owen, the
latter received him with civility, but with a coldness that was
apparent. Sir Robert left the room, doubting his resolution. Sir Philip
advanced, and took the Baron by the hand.

"My Lord," said he, "I rejoice to see you here. I cannot be satisfied
with the bare civilities of such a man as you. I aspire to your esteem,
to your friendship, and I shall not be happy till I obtain them. I will
make you the judge of every part of my conduct, and where you shall
condemn me, I will condemn myself."

The Baron was softened, his noble heart felt its alliance with its
counterpart, but he thought the situation of his brother demanded some
reserve towards the man who sought his life; but, in spite of himself,
it wore off every moment. Lord Clifford related all that had passed,
with the due regard to Sir Philip's honour; he remarked how nobly he
concealed the cause of his resentment against the Lord Lovel till the
day of combat, that he might not prepossess the judges against him. He
enlarged on his humanity to the vanquished, on the desire he expressed
to have justice done to his heirs; finally, he mentioned his great
respect for the Lord Fitz-Owen, and the
solicitude he shewed to have him come to settle the estate of the sick
man in favour of his children. Lord Clifford also employed his son to
soften Sir Robert, and to explain to him every doubtful part of Sir
Philip's behaviour.

After the travellers had taken some rest, the Lord Graham proposed that
they should make a visit to the sick man's chamber. The lords sent to
acquaint him they were coming to visit him, and they followed the
messenger. The Lord Fitz-Owen went up to the bedside; he embraced his
brother with strong emotions of concern. Sir Robert followed him; then
Mr. William.

Lord Lovel embraced them, but said nothing; his countenance shewed his
inward agitations.  "Lord Fitz-Owen first broke silence.

"I hope," said he, "I see my brother better than I expected?"

Lord Lovel bit his fingers, he pulled the bed-clothes, he seemed almost
distracted; at length he broke out--

"I owe no thanks to those who sent for my relations! Sir Philip
Harclay, you have used ungenerously the advantage you have gained over
me! you spared my life, only to take away my reputation. You have
exposed me to strangers, and, what is worse, to my dearest friends;
when I lay in a state of danger, you obliged me to say any thing, and
now you take advantage of it, to ruin me in my friends' affection.
But, if I recover, you may repent it!"

Sir Philip then came forward.

"My Lords, I shall take no notice of what this unhappy man has just now
said; I shall appeal to you, as to the honourable witnesses of all that
has passed; you see it was no more than
necessary. I appeal to you for the motives of my treatment of him,
before, at, and after our meeting. I did not take his life, as I might
have done; I wished him to repent of his sins, and to make restitution
of what he unjustly possesses. I was called out to do an act of
justice; I had taken the heir of Lovel under my protection, my chief
view was to see justice done to him;-- what regarded this man was but a
secondary motive. This was my end, and I will
never, never lose sight of it."

Lord Lovel seemed almost choaked with passion, to see every one giving
some mark of approbation and respect to Sir Philip. He called out--

"I demand to know who is this pretended heir, whom he brings out to
claim my title and fortune?"

"My noble auditors," said Sir Philip, "I shall appeal to your judgment,
in regard to the proofs of my ward's birth and family; every
circumstance shall be laid before you, and you shall decide upon them.

"Here is a young man, supposed the son of a peasant, who, by a train of
circumstances that could not have happened by human contrivance,
discovers not only who were his real parents, but that they came to
untimely deaths. He even discovers the different places where their
bones are buried, both out of consecrated ground, and appeals to their
ashes for the truth of his pretensions. He has also living proofs to
offer, that will convince the most incredulous. I have deferred
entering into particulars, till the arrival of Baron Fitz-Owen.  I know
his noble heart and honourable character, from one that has long been
an eye-witness of his goodness; such is the opinion I have of his
justice, that I will accept him as one of the judges in his brother's
cause. I and my ward will bring our proofs before him, and the company
here present; in the course of them, it will appear that he is the best
qualified of any to judge of them, because he can ascertain many of the
facts we shall have occasion to mention. I will rest our cause upon
their decision."

Lord Graham applauded Sir Philip's appeal, affirming his own
impartiality, and calling upon Lord Clifford and his son, and also his
own nephews who were present. Lord Clifford said--

"Sir Philip offers fairly, and like himself; there can be no place nor
persons more impartial than the present, and I presume the Lord Lovel
can have no objection."

"No objection!" answered he; "what, to be tried like a criminal, to
have judges appointed over me, to decide upon my right to my own estate
and title? I will not submit to such a jurisdiction!"

"Then," said Sir Philip, "you had rather be tried by the laws of the
land, and have them pronounce sentence upon you? Take your choice, sir;
if you refuse the one, you shall be certain of the other."

Lord Clifford then said--"You will allow Lord Lovel to consider of the
proposal; he will consult his friends, and be determined by their
advice."

Lord Fitz-Owen said--"I am very much surprised at what I have heard. I
should be glad to know all that Sir Philip Harclay has to say for his
ward, that I may judge what my brother has to hope or fear; I will then
give my best advice, or offer my mediation, as he may stand in need of
them."

"You say well," replied Lord Graham, "and pray let us come directly to
the point; Sir Philip, you will introduce your ward to this company,
and enter upon your proofs."

Sir Philip bowed to the company; he went out and brought in Edmund,
encouraging him by the way; he presented him to Baron Fitz-Owen, who
looked very serious.

"Edmund Twyford," said he, "are you the heir of the house of Lovel?"

"I am, my Lord," said Edmund, bowing to the ground; "the proofs will
appear; but I am, at the same time, the most humble and grateful of all
your servants, and the servant of your virtues."

Sir Robert rose up, and was going to leave the room.

"Son Robert, stay," said the Baron; "if there is any fraud, you will be
pleased to detect it, and, if all that is affirmed be true, you will
not shut your eyes against the light; you are concerned in this
business; hear it in silence, and let reason be arbiter in your cause."

He bowed to his father, bit his lip, and retired to the window. William
nodded to Edmund, and was silent. All the company had their eyes fixed
on the young man, who stood in the midst, casting down his eyes with
modest respect to the audience; while Sir Philip related all the
material circumstances of his life, the wonderful gradation by which he
came to the knowledge of his birth, the adventures of the haunted
apartment, the discovery of the fatal closet, and the presumptive
proofs that Lord Lovel was buried there. At this part of his narration,
Lord Fitz-Owen interrupted him.

"Where is this closet you talk of? for I and my sons went over the
apartment since Edmund's departure, and found no such place as you
describe."

"My Lord," said Edmund, "I can account for it: the door is covered with
tapestry, the same as the room, and you might easily overlook it; but I
have a witness here," said he, and putting his hand into his bosom, he
drew out the key.  "If this is not the key of that closet, let me be
deemed an impostor, and all I say a falsehood; I will risk my
pretensions upon this proof."

"And for what purpose did you take it away?" said the Baron.

"To prevent any person from going into it," replied Edmund; "I have
vowed to keep it till I shall open that closet before witnesses
appointed for that purpose."

"Proceed, sir," said the Baron Fitz-Owen."

Sir Philip then related the conversation between Edmund and Margery
Twyford, his supposed
mother.

Lord Fitz-Owen seemed in the utmost surprise. He exclaimed, "Can this
be true? strange discovery! unfortunate child!"


Edmund's tears bore witness to his veracity.  He was obliged to hide
his face, he lifted up his clasped hands to heaven, and was in great
emotions during all this part of the relation; while Lord Lovel
groaned, and seemed in great agitation.

Sir Philip then addressed himself to Lord Fitz-Owen.

"My Lord, there was another person present at the conversation between
Edmund and his foster-mother, who can witness to all that passed;
perhaps your lordship can tell who that was?"

"It was father Oswald," replied the Baron; "I well remember that he
went with him at his request; let him be called in."

He was sent for, and came immediately. The Baron desired him to relate
all that passed
between Edmund and his mother.

Oswald then began--

"Since I am now properly called upon to testify what I know concerning
this young man, I will speak the truth, without fear or favour of any
one; and I will swear, by the rules of my holy
order, to the truth of what I shall relate."

He then gave a particular account of all that passed on that occasion,
and mentioned the tokens found on both the infant and his mother.

"Where are these tokens to be seen?" said the Lord Clifford.

"I have them here, my lord," said Edmund, "and I keep them as my
greatest treasures."

He then produced them before all the company.

"There is no appearance of any fraud or collusion," said Lord Graham;
"if any man thinks he
sees any, let him speak."

"Pray, my lord, suffer me to speak a word," said Sir Robert. "Do you
remember that I hinted my suspicions concerning father Oswald, the
night our kinsmen lay in the east apartment?"

"I do," said the Baron.

"Well, sir, it now appears that he did know more than he would tell us;
you find he is very deep in all Edmund's secrets, and you may judge
what were his motives for undertaking this journey."

"I observe what you say," answered his father, "but let us hear all
that Oswald has to say; I will be as impartial as possible."

"My lord," returned Oswald, "I beg you also to recollect what I said,
on the night your son speaks of, concerning secrecy in certain matters."

"I remember that also," said the Baron; "but proceed."

"My lord," continued Oswald, "I knew more than I thought myself at
liberty to disclose at
that time; but I will now tell you every thing. I saw there was
something more than common in the accidents that befell this young man,
and in his being called out to sleep in the east apartment; I earnestly
desired him to let me be with him on the second night, to which he
consented reluctantly; we heard a great noise in the rooms underneath,
we went down stairs together; I saw him open the fatal closet, I heard
groans that pierced me to the heart, I kneeled down and
prayed for the repose of the spirit departed; I found a seal, with the
arms of Lovel engraven upon it, which I gave to Edmund, and he now has
it in his possession.  He enjoined me to keep secret what I had seen
and heard, till the time should come to declare it. I conceived that I
was called to be a witness of these things; besides, my curiosity was
excited to know the event; I,
therefore, desired to be present at the interview between him and his
mother, which was affecting beyond expression.  I heard what I have now
declared as nearly as my memory permits me. I hope no impartial person
will blame me for any part of my conduct; but if they should, I do not
repent it. If I should forfeit the favour of the rich and great, I
shall have acquitted myself to God and my conscience. I have no worldly
ends to answer; I plead the cause of the injured orphan; and I think,
also, that I second the designs of Providence."

"You have well spoken, father," said the Lord Clifford; "your testimony
is
indeed of consequence.

"It is amazing and convincing," said Lord Graham; "and the whole story
is so well connected, that I can see nothing to make us doubt the truth
of it; but let us examine the proofs."

Edmund gave into their hands the necklace and earrings; he showed them
the locket with the cypher of Lovel, and the seal with the arms; he
told them the cloak, in which he was wrapped, was in the custody of his
foster-mother, who would produce it on demand. He begged that some
proper persons might be commissioned to go with him to examine whether
or no the bodies of his parents were buried where he affirmed; adding,
that he put his pretensions into their hands with pleasure, relying
entirely upon their honour and justice.

During this interesting scene, the criminal covered his face, and was
silent; but he sent forth bitter sighs and groans that denoted the
anguish of his heart. At length, Lord Graham, in compassion to him,
proposed that they should retire and consider of the proofs; adding,
"Lord Lovel must needs be fatigued; we will resume the subject in his
presence, when he is
disposed to receive us."

Sir Philip Harclay approached the bed; "Sir," said he, "I now leave you
in the hands of your own relations; they are men of strict honour, and
I confide in them to take care of you and of your concerns."

They then went out of the room, leaving only the Lord Fitz-Owen and his
sons with the criminal. They discoursed of the wonderful story of
Edmund's birth, and the principal events of his life.

After dinner, Sir Philip requested another conference with the Lords,
and their principal friends. There were present also Father Oswald, and
Lord Graham's confessor, who had taken the Lord Lovel's confession,
Edmund, and Zadisky. "Now, gentlemen," said Sir Philip, "I desire to
know your opinion of our proofs, and your advice upon them."

Lord Graham replied, "I am desired to speak for the rest. We think
there are strong presumptive proofs that this young man is the true
heir of Lovel; but they ought to be confirmed and authenticated. Of the
murder of the late Lord there is no doubt; the criminal hath confessed
it, and the circumstances confirm it; the proofs of his crime are so
connected with those
of the young man's birth, that one cannot be public without the other.
We are desirous to do justice; and yet are unwilling, for the Lord
Fitz-Owen's sake, to bring the criminal to public shame and punishment.
We wish to find out a medium; we therefore desire Sir Philip to make
proposals for his ward, and let Lord Fitz-Owen answer for himself and
his brother, and we will be moderators between them."

Here every one expressed approbation, and called upon Sir Philip to
make his demands.

"If," said he, "I were to demand strict justice, I should not be
satisfied with any thing less than the life of the criminal; but I am a
Christian soldier, the disciple of Him who came into the world to save
sinners;-- for His sake," continued he, crossing himself, "I forego my
revenge, I spare the guilty.  If Heaven gives him time for repentance,
man should not deny it. It is my ward's particular request, that I will
not bring shame upon the house of his benefactor, the Lord Fitz-Owen,
for whom he hath a filial affection and profound veneration. My
proposals are these:-- First, that the criminal make restitution of the
title and estate, obtained with so much injustice and cruelty, to the
lawful heir, whom he shall acknowledge such before proper witnesses.
Secondly, that he shall surrender his own lawful inheritance and
personal estate into the hands of the Lord Fitz-Owen, in trust for his
sons, who are his heirs of blood. Thirdly, that he shall retire into a
religious house, or else quit the kingdom in three months time; and, in
either case, those who enjoy his fortune shall allow him a decent
annuity, that he may not want the comforts of life. By the last, I
disable him from the means of doing further mischief, and
enable him to devote the remainder of his days to penitence. These are
my proposals, and I give him four-and-twenty hours to consider of them;
if he refuses to comply with them, I shall be obliged to proceed to
severer measures, and to a public prosecution.  But the goodness of the
Lord Fitz-Owen bids me expect, from his influence with his brother, a
compliance with proposals made out of respect to his honourable
character."

Lord Graham applauded the humanity, prudence, and piety of Sir Philip's
proposals. He enforced them with all his influence and eloquence. Lord
Clifford seconded him; and the rest gave tokens of approbation.

Sir Robert Fitz-Owen then rose up.  "I beg leave to observe to the
company, who are going to dispose so generously of another man's
property, that my father purchased the castle and estate of the house
of Lovel; who is to repay him the money for it?"

Sir Philip then said, "I have also a question to ask. Who is to pay the
arrears of my ward's estate, which he has unjustly been kept out of
these one-and-twenty years? Let Lord Clifford answer to both points,
for he is not interested in either."

Lord Clifford smiled.

"I think, returned he, "the first question is answered by the second,
and that the parties
concerned should set one against the other, especially as Lord
Fitz-Owen's children will inherit the fortune, which includes the
purchase-money."

Lord Graham said, "This determination is both equitable and generous,
and I hope will answer the expectations on all sides."

"I have another proposal to make to my Lord Fitz-Owen," said Sir
Philip; "but I first wait for the acceptance of those already made."

Lord Fitz-Owen replied, "I shall report them to my brother, and
acquaint the company with his resolution to-morrow."

They then separated; and the Baron, with his sons, returned to the sick
man's chamber; there he exhorted his brother, with the piety of a
confessor, to repent of his sins and make atonement for them. He made
known Sir Philip's proposals, and observed on the wonderful discovery
of his crime, and the punishment that followed it.  "Your repentance,"
continued he, "may be accepted, and your crime may yet be pardoned. If
you continue refractory, and refuse to make atonement, you will draw
down upon you a severer punishment."

The criminal would not confess, and yet could not deny, the truth and
justice of his observations. The Baron spent several hours in his
brother's chamber.  He sent for a priest, who took his confession; and
they both sat up with him all night, advising, persuading, and
exhorting him to do justice, and to comply with the proposals. He was
unwilling to give up the world, and yet more so to become the object of
public shame, disgrace, and punishment.

The next day, Lord Fitz-Owen summoned the company into his brother's
chamber, and there declared, in his name, that he accepted Sir Philip
Harclay's proposals; that, if the young man could, as he promised,
direct them to the places where his parents were buried, and if his
birth should be authenticated by his foster-parents, he should be
acknowledged the heir of the house of Lovel. That to be certified of
these things, they must commission proper persons to go with him for
this purpose; and, in case the truth should be made plain, they should
immediately put him in possession of the castle and estate, in the
state it was. He desired Lord Graham and Lord Clifford to chuse the
commissioners, and gave Sir Philip and Edmund a right to add to them,
each,
another person." [sic]

Lord Graham named the eldest son of Lord Clifford, and the other, in
return, named his nephew; they also chose the priest, Lord Graham's
confessor, and the eldest son of Baron Fitz-Owen, to his great
mortification.  Sir Philip appointed Mr. William Fitz-Owen, and Edmund
named father Oswald; they chose out the servants to attend them, who
were also to be witnesses of all that should pass. Lord Clifford
proposed to Baron Fitz-Owen, that, as soon as the commissioners were
set out, the remainder of the company should adjourn to his seat in
Cumberland, whither Lord Graham should be invited to accompany them,
and to stay till this affair was decided. After some debate, this was
agreed to; and, at the same time, that the criminal should be kept with
them
till every thing was properly settled.

Lord Fitz-Owen gave his son William the charge to receive and entertain
the commissioners at the castle; But, before they set out, Sir Philip
had a conference with Lord Fitz-Owen, concerning the surrender of the
castle; in which he insisted on the furniture and stock of the farm, in
consideration of the arrears. Lord Fitz-Owen slightly mentioned the
young man's education and
expences. Sir Philip answered, "You are right, my Lord; I had not
thought of this point; we owe you, in this respect, more than we can
ever repay.  But you know not half the respect and affection Edmund
bears for you. When restitution of his title and fortune are fully
made, his happiness will still depend on you."

"How on me?" said the Baron.

"Why, he will not be happy unless you honour him with your notice and
esteem; but this is not all, I must hope that you will do still more
for him."

"Indeed," said the Baron, "he has put my regard for him to a severe
proof; what further can he expect from me?"

"My dear Lord, be not offended, I have only one more proposal to make
to  you; if you refuse it, I can allow for you; and I confess it
requires a greatness of mind, but not more than you possess, to grant
it."

"Well, sir, speak your demand."

"Say rather my request; it is this: Cease to look upon Edmund as the
enemy of your house; look upon him as a son, and make him so indeed."

"How say you, Sir Philip? my son!"

"Yes, my lord, give him your daughter.  He is already your son in
filial affection; your son William and he are sworn brothers; what
remains but to make him yours? He deserves such a
parent, you such a son; and you will, by this means, ingraft into your
family, the name, title, and estate of Lovel, which will be entailed on
your posterity for ever."

"This offer requires much consideration," returned the Baron.

"Suffer me to suggest some hints to you," said Sir Philip. "This match
is, I think, verily pointed out by Providence, which hath conducted the
dear boy through so many dangers, and brought him within view of his
happiness; look on him as the precious relic of a noble house, the son
of my dearest friend! or look on him as my son and heir, and let me, as
his father, implore you to
consent to his marriage with your daughter."

The Baron's heart was touched, he turned away his face.

"Oh, Sir Philip Harclay, what a friend are you! why should such a man
be our enemy?"

"My lord," said Sir Philip, "we are not, cannot be enemies; our hearts
are already allied; and I am certain we shall one day be dear friends."

The Baron suppressed his emotions, but Sir Philip saw into his heart.

"I must consult my eldest son," returned he.

"Then," replied Sir Philip, "I foresee much difficulty; he is
prejudiced against Edmund, and thinks the restitution of his
inheritance an injury to your family.  Hereafter he will see this
alliance in a different light, and will rejoice that such a brother is
added to the family; but, at present, he will set his face against it.
However, we will not despair; virtue and resolution will surmount all
obstacles. Let me call in young Lovel."

He brought Edmund to the Baron, and acquainted him with the proposal he
had been making in his name, my Lord's answers, and the objections he
feared on the part of Sir Robert. Edmund kneeled to the Baron; he took
his hand and pressed it to his lips.

"Best of men! of parents! of patrons!" said he, "I will ever be your
son in filial affection, whether I have the honour to be legally so or
not; not one of your own children can feel a stronger sense of love and
duty."

"Tell me," said the Baron, "do you love my daughter?"

"I do, my lord, with the most ardent affection; I never loved any woman
but her; and, if I am so unfortunate as to be refused her, I will not
marry at all. Oh, my Lord, reject not my honest suit! Your alliance
will give me consequence with myself, it will excite me to act worthy
of the station to which I am exalted; if you refuse me, I shall seem an
abject wretch, disdained
by those whom my heart claims relation to; your family are the whole
world to me. Give me your lovely daughter! give me also your son, my
beloved William; and let me share with them the fortune Providence
bestows upon me.  But what is title or fortune, if I am deprived of the
society of those I love?"

"Edmund," said the Baron, "you have a noble friend; but you have a
stronger in my heart, which I think was implanted there by Heaven to
aid its own purposes. I feel a variety of emotions of different kinds,
and am afraid to trust my own heart with you. But answer me a question:
Are you
assured of my daughter's consent? have you solicited her favour? have
you gained her affections?"

"Never, my lord. I am incapable of so base an action; I have loved her
at an humble distance; but, in my situation, I should have thought it a
violation of all the laws of gratitude and hospitality to have presumed
to speak the sentiments of my heart."

"Then you have acted with unquestionable honour on this, and, I must
say, on all other occasions."

"Your approbation, my lord, is the first wish of my life; it is the
seal of my honour and happiness."

Sir Philip smiled: "My Lord Fitz-Owen, I am jealous of Edmund's
preferable regard for you; it is just the same now as formerly."

Edmund came to Sir Philip, he threw himself into his arms, he wept, he
was overpowered
with the feelings of his heart; he prayed to Heaven to strengthen his
mind to
support his inexpressible sensations.

"I am overwhelmed with obligation," said he; "oh, best of friends,
teach me, like you, to make my actions speak for me!"

"Enough, Edmund; I know your heart, and that is my security. My lord,
speak to him, and bring him to himself, by behaving coldly to him, if
you can."

The Baron said, "I must not trust myself with you, you make a child of
me.  I will only add, gain my son Robert's favour, and be assured of
mine; I owe some respect to the heir of my family; he is brave, honest,
and sincere; your enemies are separated from him, you have William's
influence in your behalf; make one effort, and let me know the result."

Edmund kissed his hand in transports of joy and gratitude.

"I will not lose a moment," said he; "I fly to obey your commands."

Edmund went immediately to his friend William, and related all that had
passed between the Baron, Sir Philip, and himself. William promised him
his interest in the warmest manner; he recapitulated all that had
passed in the castle since his departure; but he guarded his sister's
delicacy, till it should be resolved to give way to his address. They
both consulted young Clifford, who had conceived an affection to Edmund
for his amiable qualities, and to William for his generous friendship
for him. He promised them his assistance, as Sir Robert seemed desirous
to cultivate his friendship. Accordingly, they both attacked him with
the whole artillery of friendship and persuasion. Clifford urged the
merits of Edmund, and the advantages of his
alliance.  William enforced his arguments by a retrospect of Edmund's
past life; and observed, that every obstacle thrown in his way had
brought his enemies to shame, and increase of honour to himself. "I say
nothing," continued he, "of his noble qualities and affectionate heart;
those who have been so many years his companions, can want no proofs of
it."

"We know your attachment to him, sir," said Sir Robert; "and, in
consequence, your partiality."

"Nay," replied William, "you are sensible of the truth of my
assertions; and, I am confident, would have loved him yourself, but for
the insinuations of his enemies.  But if he should make good his
assertions, even you must be convinced of his veracity."

"And you would have my father give him your sister upon this
uncertainty?"

"No, sir, but upon these conditions."

"But suppose he does not make them good?"

"Then I will be of your party, and give up his interest."

"Very well, sir; my father may do as he pleases; but I cannot agree to
give my sister to one who has always stood in the way of our family,
and now turns us out of our own house."

"I am sorry, brother, you see his pretensions in so wrong a light; but
if you think there is any imposture in the case, go with us, and be a
witness of all that passes."

"No, not I; if Edmund is to be master of the castle, I will never more
set my foot in it."

"This matter," said Mr. Clifford, "must be left to time, which has
brought stranger things to pass. Sir Robert's honour and good sense
will enable him to subdue his prejudices, and to
judge impartially."

They took leave, and went to make preparations for their journey.
Edmund made his report of Sir Robert's inflexibility to his father, in
presence of Sir Philip; who, again, ventured to urge the Baron on his
favourite subject.

"It becomes me to wait for the further proofs," said he; "but, if they
are as clear as I expect, I will not be inexorable to your wishes; Say
nothing more on this subject till the return of the commissioners."

They were profuse in their acknowledgments of his goodness.

Edmund took a tender leave of his two paternal friends.

"When," said he, "I take possession of my inheritance, I must hope for
the company of you both to complete my happiness."

"Of me," said Sir Philip, "you may be certain; and, as far as my
influence reaches, of the Baron."

He was silent. Edmund assured them of his constant prayers for their
happiness.

Soon after, the commissioners, with Edmund, set out for Lovel Castle;
and the following day the Lord Clifford set out for his own house, with
Baron Fitz-Owen and his son. The nominal Baron was carried with them,
very much against his will. Sir Philip Harclay was invited to go with
them by Lord Clifford, who declared his presence necessary to bring
things to a conclusion. They all joined in acknowledging their
obligations to Lord Graham's generous hospitality, and besought him to
accompany them.  At length he consented, on condition they would allow
him to go to and fro, as his duty should call him.

Lord Clifford received them with the greatest hospitality, and
presented them to his lady, and three daughters, who were in the bloom
of youth and beauty. They spent their time very pleasantly, excepting
the criminal, who continued gloomy and reserved, and declined company.

In the mean time, the commissioners proceeded on their journey. When
they were within a day's distance from the castle, Mr. William and his
servant put forward, and arrived several hours before the rest, to make
preparations for their reception. His sister and brother received them
with open arms, and enquired eagerly after the event of the journey to
the North. He gave them a brief account of every thing that had
happened to their uncle; adding, "But this is not all: Sir Philip
Harclay has brought a young man who he pretends is the son of the late
Lord Lovel, and claims his estate and title.  This person is on his
journey hither, with several others who are commissioned to enquire
into certain particulars, to confirm his pretensions.  If he make good
his claim, my father will surrender the castle and estate into his
hands. Sir Philip and my lord have many points to settle; and he has
proposed a compromise, that you, my sister, ought to know, because it
nearly concerns you."

"Me! brother William; pray explain yourself."

"Why, he proposes that, in lieu of arrears and other expectations, my
father shall give his dear Emma to the heir of Lovel, in full of all
demands."

 She changed colour.

"Holy Mary!" said she; "and does my father agree to this proposal?"

"He is not very averse to it; but Sir Robert refuses his consent.
However, I have
given him my interest with you."

"Have you indeed? What! a stranger, perhaps an impostor, who comes to
turn us out of our dwelling?"

"Have patience, my Emma! see this young man without prejudice, and
perhaps you will like him as well as I do."

"I am surprised at you, William."

"Dear Emma, I cannot bear to see you uneasy. Think of the man who of
all others you would with to see in a situation to ask you of your
father, and expect to see your wishes realized."

"Impossible!" said she.

"Nothing is impossible, my dear; let us be prudent, and all will end
happily. You must help
me to receive and entertain these commissioners. I expect a very solemn
scene; but when that is once got over, happier hours than the past will
succeed. We shall first visit the haunted apartment; you, my sister,
will keep in your own till I shall send for you. I go now to give
orders to the servants."

He went and ordered them to be in waiting; and himself, and his
youngest brother, stood in
readiness to receive them.

The sound of the horn announced the arrival of the commissioners; at
the same instant a sudden gust of wind arose, and the outward gates
flew open. They entered the court-yard, and the great folding-doors
into the hall were opened without any assistance. The moment Edmund
entered the hall, every door in the house flew open; the servants all
rushed into the hall, and fear was written on their countenances;
Joseph only was undaunted.  "These doors," said he, "open of their own
accord to receive their master! this is he indeed!"

Edmund was soon apprized of what had happened.

"I accept the omen!" said he.  'Gentlemen, let us go forward to the
apartment! let us finish the work of fate! I will lead the way."  He
went on to the apartment, followed by all present. "Open the shutters,"
said he, "the daylight shall no longer be excluded here; the deeds of
darkness shall now be brought to light. "

They descended the staircase; every door was open, till they came to
the fatal closet. Edmund called to Mr. William: "Approach, my friend,
and behold the door your family overlooked!"

They came forward; he drew the key out of his bosom, and unlocked the
door; he made them observe that the boards were all loose; he then
called to the servants, and bid them remove every thing
out of the closet.  While they were doing this, Edmund shewed them the
breastplate all stained with blood.  He then called to Joseph:--

"Do you know whose was this suit of armour?"

"It was my Lord's," said Joseph; "the late Lord Lovel; I have seen him
wear it."

Edmund bade them bring shovels and remove the earth. While they were
gone, he desired Oswald to repeat all that passed the night they sat up
together in that apartment, which he did till the servants returned.
They threw out the earth, while the by-standers in solemn silence
waited the event.  After some time and labour they struck against
something. They proceeded till they discovered a large trunk, which
with some difficulty they drew out.  It had been corded round, but the
cords were rotted to dust. They opened it, and found a skeleton which
appeared to have been tied neck and heels together, and forced into the
trunk.

"Behold," said Edmund, "the bones of him to whom I owe my birth!"

The priest from Lord Graham's advanced.  "This is undoubtedly the body
of the Lord Lovel; I heard his kinsman confess the manner in which he
was interred.  Let this awful spectacle be a lesson to all present,
that though wickedness may triumph for a season, a day of retribution
will come!"

Oswald exclaimed. "Behold the day of retribution! of triumph to the
innocent, of shame and
confusion to the wicked!"

The young gentlemen declared that Edmund had made good his assertions.

"What then," said they, "remains?"

"I propose," said Lord Graham's priest, "that an account be written of
this discovery, and signed by all the witnesses present; that an
attested copy be left in the hands of this
gentleman, and the original be sent to the Barons and Sir Philip
Harclay, to convince them of the truth of it."

Mr. Clifford then desired Edmund to proceed in his own way.

"The first thing I propose to do," said he, "is to have a coffin made
for these honoured remains.  I trust to find the bones of my other
parent, and to inter them all together in consecrated ground.
Unfortunate pair! you shall at last rest together! your son shall pay
the last duties to your ashes!"

He stopped to shed tears, and none present but paid this tribute to
their misfortunes. Edmund
recovered his voice and proceeded.

"My next request is, that Father Oswald and this reverend father, with
whoever else the gentlemen shall appoint, will send for Andrew and
Margery Twyford, and examine them concerning the circumstances of my
birth, and the death and burial of my unfortunate mother."

"It shall be done," said Mr. William; "but first let me intreat you to
come with me and take some refreshment after your journey, for you must
be fatigued; after dinner we will proceed in the enquiry."

They all followed him into the great hall, where they were entertained
with great hospitality, and Mr. William did the honours in his father's
name. Edmund's heart was deeply affected, and the solemnity of his
deportment bore witness to his sincerity; but it was a manly sorrow,
that did
not make him neglect his duty to his friends or himself. He enquired
after the health of the lady Emma.

"She is well," said William, "and as much your friend as ever."

Edmund bowed in silence.

After dinner the commissioners sent for Andrew and his wife. They
examined them separately, and found their accounts agreed together, and
were in substance the same as Oswald and Edmund had before related,
separately also. The commissioners observed, that there could be no
collusion between them, and that the proofs were indisputable. They
kept the foster parents all night; and the next day Andrew directed
them to the place where the Lady Lovel was buried, between two trees
which he had marked for a memorial. They collected the bones and
carried them to the Castle, where Edmund caused a stately coffin to be
made for the remains of the unfortunate pair. The two
priests obtained leave to look in the coffin buried in the church, and
found nothing but stones and earth in it. The commissioners then
declared they were fully satisfied of the reality of Edmund's
pretensions.

The two priests were employed in drawing up a circumstantial account of
these discoveries, in order to make their report to the Barons at their
return. In the mean time Mr. William took an opportunity to introduce
Edmund to his sister.

"My Emma," said he, "the heir of Lovel is desirous to pay his respects
to you."

They were both in apparent confusion; but Edmund's wore off, and Emma's
increased.

"I have been long desirous," said he, "to pay my respects to the lady
whom I most honour, but unavoidable duties have detained me; when these
are fully paid, it is my wish to devote the remainder of my life to
Lady Emma!"

"Are you, then, the heir of Lovel?"

"I am, madam; and am also the man in whose behalf I once presumed to
speak."

"'Tis very strange indeed!"

"It is so, madam, to myself; but time that reconciles us to all things,
will, I hope, render this change in my situation familiar to you."

William said, "You are both well acquainted with the wishes of my
heart; but my advice is, that you do not encourage a farther intimacy
till my lord's determination be fully known."

"You may dispose of me as you please," said Edmund; "but I cannot help
declaring my wishes; yet I will submit to my Lord's sentence, though he
should doom me to despair."

From this period, the young pair behaved with solemn respect to each
other, but with apparent reserve. The young lady sometimes appeared in
company, but oftener chose to be in her own apartment, where she began
to believe and hope for the completion of her wishes. The uncertainty
of the Baron's determination, threw an air of anxiety over Edmund's
face.  His friend William, by the most tender care and attention,
strove to dispel his fears, and encourage his hopes; but he waited with
impatience for the return of the commissioners, and the decision of his
fate.

While these things passed at the Castle of Lovel, the nominal Baron
recovered his health and strength at the house of Lord Clifford.  In
the same proportion he grew more and more shy and reserved, avoided the
company of his brother and nephew, and was frequently shut up with his
two
servants. Sir Robert Fitz-Owen made several attempts to gain his
confidence, but in vain; he was equally shy to him as the rest.  M.
Zadisky observed his motions with the penetration for which his
countrymen have been distinguished in all ages; he communicated his
suspicions to Sir Philip and the Barons, giving it as his opinion, that
the criminal was meditating an escape. They
asked, what he thought was to be done? Zadisky offered to watch him in
turn with another person, and to lie in wait for him; he also proposed,
that horses should be kept in readiness, and men to mount them, without
knowledge of the service they were to be employed in. The Barons agreed
to leave the whole management of this affair to Zadisky. He took his
measures so well, that he
intercepted the three fugitives in the fields adjoining to the house,
and brought them all back prisoner. They confined them separately,
while the Lords and Gentlemen consulted how to dispose of them.

Sir Philip applied to Lord Fitz-Owen, who begged leave to be silent.
"I have nothing," said he, "to offer in favour of this bad man; and I
cannot propose harsher measures with so near a relation."

Zadisky then begged to be heard.

"You can no longer have any reliance upon the word of a man who has
forfeited all pretensions to honour and sincerity. I have long wished
to revisit once more my native country, and to enquire after some very
dear friends I left there.  I will undertake to convey this man to a
very distant part of the world, where it will be out of his power to do
further mischief, and free his relations from an ungrateful charge,
unless you should rather chuse to bring him to punishment here."

Lord Clifford approved of the proposal; Lord Fitz-Owen remained silent,
but shewed no marks of disapprobation.

Sir Philip objected to parting with his friend; but Zadisky assured him
he had particular reasons for returning to the Holy Land, of which he
should be judge hereafter. Sir Philip desired the Lord Fitz-Owen to
give him his company to the criminal's apartment, saying, "We will have
one more conversation with him, and that shall decide his fate."

They found him silent and sullen, and he refused to answer their
questions.

Sir Philip then bespoke him: "After the proofs you have given of your
falsehood and insincerity, we can no longer have any reliance upon you,
nor faith in your fulfilling the conditions of our agreement; I will,
therefore, once more make you a proposal that shall still leave you
indebted to our clemency. You shall banish yourself from England for
ever, and go in pilgrimage to the Holy Land, with such companions as we
shall appoint; or, secondly, you shall enter directly into a monastery,
and there be shut up for life; or, thirdly, if you refuse both these
offers, I will go directly to court, throw myself at the feet of my
Sovereign, relate the whole story of your wicked life and actions, and
demand vengeance on your head. The King is too good and pious to let
such villany go unpunished; he will bring you to public shame and
punishment; and be you assured, if I begin this prosecution, I will
pursue it to the utmost. I appeal to your worthy brother for the
justice of my proceeding. I reason no more with
you, I only declare my resolution. I wait your answer one hour, and the
next I put in execution whatever you shall oblige me to determine."

So saying, they retired, and left him to reflect and to resolve. At the
expiration of the hour
they sent Zadisky to receive his answer; he insinuated to him the
generosity and charity of Sir Philip and the Lords, and the certainty
of their resolutions, and begged him to take care what answer he
returned, for that his fate depended on it. He kept silent several
minutes, resentment and despair were painted on his visage.  At length
he spoke:--

"Tell my proud enemies that I prefer banishment to death, infamy, or a
life of solitude."

"You have chosen well," said Zadisky.  "To a  wise man all countries
are alike; it shall be my care to make mine agreeable to you."

"Are you, then, the person chosen for my companion?"

"I am, sir; and you may judge by that circumstance, that those whom you
call your enemies, are not so in effect. Farewell, sir-- I go to
prepare for our departure."

Zadisky went and made his report, and then set immediately about his
preparations. He chose two active young men for his attendants; and
gave them directions to keep a strict eye upon their charge, for that
they should be accountable if he should escape them.

In the meantime the Baron Fitz-Owen had several conferences with his
brother; he endeavoured to make him sensible of his crimes, and of the
justice and clemency of his conqueror; but he was moody and reserved to
him as to the rest. Sir Philip Harclay obliged him to surrender his
worldly estates into the hands of Lord Fitz-Owen.  A writing was drawn
up for that purpose, and executed in the presence of them all. Lord
Fitz-Owen engaged to allow him an annual sum, and to advance money for
the expences of his voyage. He spoke to him in the most affectionate
manner, but he refused his embrace.

"You will have nothing to regret," said he, haughtily, "for the gain is
yours."

Sir Philip conjured Zadisky to return to him again, who answered:

"I will either return, or give such reasons for my stay, as you shall
approve. I will send a messenger to acquaint you with my arrival in
Syria, and with such other particulars as I shall judge interesting to
you and yours. In the meantime remember me in your prayers, and
preserve for me those sentiments of friendship and esteem, that I have
always deemed one of the chief honours and blessings of my life.
Commend my love and duty to your adopted son; he will more than supply
my absence, and be the comfort of your old age. Adieu, best and noblest
of friends!"

They took a tender leave of each other, not without tears on both
sides.

The travellers set out directly for a distant seaport where they heard
of a ship bound for the Levant, in which they embarked and proceeded on
their voyage.

The Commissioners arrived at Lord Clifford's a few days after the
departure of the adventurers. They gave a minute account of their
commission, and expressed themselves entirely satisfied of the justice
of Edmund's pretensions; they gave an account in writing of all that
they had been eyewitnesses to, and ventured to urge the Baron Fitz-Owen
on the subject of Edmund's wishes. The Baron was already disposed in
his favour; his mind was employed in the future establishment of his
family. During their residence at Lord Clifford's, his eldest son Sir
Robert had cast his eye upon the eldest daughter of that nobleman, and
he besought his father to ask her in marriage for him. The Baron was
pleased with the alliance, and took the first
opportunity to mention it to Lord Clifford; who answered him,
pleasantly:


"I will give my daughter to your son, upon condition that you will give
yours to the Heir of Lovel." The Baron looked serious; Lord Clifford
went on:

"I like that young man so well, that I would accept him for a
son-in-law, if he asked me for my daughter; and if I have any influence
with you, I will use it in his behalf."

"A powerful solicitor indeed!" said the Baron; "but you know my eldest
son's reluctance to it; if he consents, so will I."

"He shall consent," said Lord Clifford, "or he shall have no daughter
of mine. Let him
subdue his prejudices, and then I will lay aside my scruples."

"But, my Lord," replied the Baron, "if I can obtain his free consent,
it will be the best
for all; I will try once more, and if he will not, I will leave it
wholly to your management."

When the noble company were all assembled, Sir Philip Harclay revived
the subject, and besought the Lord Fitz-Owen to put an end to the work
he had begun, by confirming Edmund's happiness. The Baron rose up, and
thus spoke:

"The proofs of Edmund's noble birth, the still stronger ones of his
excellent endowments and qualities, the solicitations of so many noble
friends in his behalf, have altogether determined me in his favour; and
I hope to do justice to his merit, without detriment to my other
children; I am resolved to make them all as happy as my power will
allow me to do. Lord Clifford has been
so gracious to promise his fair daughter to my son Robert, upon certain
conditions, that I will take upon me to ratify, and which will render
my son worthy of the happiness that awaits him. My children are the
undoubted heirs of my unhappy brother, Lovel; you, my son, shall
therefore immediately take possession of your uncle's house and estate,
only obliging you to pay to each of your younger brothers, the sum of
one thousand pounds; on this condition, I will secure that estate to
you and your heirs for ever. I will by my own act and deed surrender
the castle and estate of Lovel to the right owner, and at the same time
marry him to my daughter. I will settle a proper allowance upon my two
younger sons, and dispose of what remains by a will and testament; and
then I shall have done all my business in this world, and shall have
nothing to do but prepare for the next."

"Oh, my father! said Sir Robert, "I cannot bear your generosity! you
would give away all to others, and reserve nothing for yourself."

"Not so, my son," said the Baron; "I will repair my old castle in
Wales, and reside there. I will visit my children, and be visited by
them; I will enjoy their happiness, and by that means increase my own;
whether I look backwards or forwards, I shall have nothing to do but
rejoice, and be thankful to Heaven that has given me so many blessings;
I shall have the comfortable
reflection of having discharged my duties as a citizen, a husband, a
father, a friend; and, whenever I am summoned away from this world, I
shall die content."

Sir Robert came forward with tears on his cheeks; he kneeled to his
father.

"Best of parents, and of men!" said he; "you have subdued a heart that
has been too refractory to your will; you have this day made me
sensible how much I owe to your goodness and forbearance with me.
Forgive me all that is past, and from henceforward dispose of me; I
will have no will but yours, no ambition but to be worthy of the name
of your son."

"And this day," said the Baron, "do I enjoy the true happiness of a
father! Rise, my son,
and take possession of the first place in my affection without
reserve." They embraced with tears on both sides; The company rose, and
congratulated both father and son. The Baron presented his son to Lord
Clifford, who embraced him, and said:

"You shall have my daughter, for I see that you deserve her."

Sir Philip Harclay approached--the Baron gave his son's hand to the
knight.

"Love and respect that good man," said he; "deserve his friendship, and
you will obtain it."

Nothing but congratulations were heard on all sides.

When their joy was in some degree reduced to composure, Sir Philip
proposed that they should begin to execute the schemes of happiness
they had planned. He proposed that my Lord Fitz-Owen should go with him
to the Castle of Lovel, and settle the family there. The Baron
consented; and both together invited such of the company, as liked it,
to accompany them thither. It was agreed that a nephew of Lord
Graham's, another of Lord Clifford's, two gentlemen, friends of Sir
Philip Harclay, and father Oswald, should be of the party; together
with several of Sir Philip's dependants and domestics, and the
attendants on the rest. Lord Fitz Owen gave orders for their speedy
departure. Lord Graham and his friends took leave of them, in order to
return to his own
home; but, before he went, he engaged his eldest nephew and heir to the
second daughter of the Lord Clifford; Sir Robert offered himself to the
eldest, who modestly received his address, and made no objection to his
proposal. The fathers confirmed their engagement.

Lord Fitz-Owen promised to return to the celebration of the marriage;
in the mean time he ordered his son to go and take possession of his
uncle's house, and to settle his household; He invited young Clifford,
and some other gentlemen, to go with him. The company separated with
regret, and with many promises of friendship on all sides; and the
gentlemen of the North were
to cultivate the good neighbourhood on both sides of the borders.

Sir Philip Harclay and the Baron Fitz-Owen, with their friends and
attendants, set forwards for the Castle of Lovel; a servant went
before, at full speed, to acquaint the family of their approach. Edmund
was in great anxiety of mind, now the crisis of his fate was near at
hand; He enquired of the messenger, who were of the party? and finding
that Sir Philip Harclay was there, and that Sir Robert Fitz-Owen stayed
in the North, his hopes rose above his fears. Mr. William, attended by
a servant, rode forward to meet them; he desired Edmund to stay and
receive them. Edmund was under some difficulty with regard to his
behaviour to the lovely Emma; a thousand times his heart rose to his
lips, as often he suppressed his emotions; they both sighed
frequently, said little, thought much, and wished for the event. Master
Walter was too young to partake of their anxieties, but he wished for
the arrival of his father to end them.

Mr. William's impatience spurred him on to meet his father; as soon as
he saw him, he rode up directly to him.

"My dear father, you are welcome home!" said he.

"I think not, sir," said the Baron, and looked serious.

"Why so, my lord?" said William.

"Because it is no longer mine, but another man's home," answered he,
"and I must receive my welcome from him."

"Meaning Edmund?" said William.

"Whom else can it be?"

"Ah, my Lord! he is your creature, your servant; he puts his fate into
your hands, and will submit to your pleasure in all things!"

"Why comes he not to meet us?" said the Baron.

"His fears prevent him," said William; "but speak the word, and I will
fetch him."

"No," said the Baron, "we will wait on him."

William looked confused.

"Is Edmund so unfortunate," said he, "as to have incurred your
displeasure?"

Sir Philip Harclay advanced, and laid his hand on William's saddle.

"Generous impatience! noble youth! "said he; "look round you, and see
if you can discover in this company one enemy of your friend! Leave to
your excellent father the time and manner of explaining himself; he
only can do justice to his own sentiments."

The Baron smiled on Sir Philip; William's countenance cleared up; they
went forward, and soon arrived at the Castle of Lovel.

Edmund was walking to and fro in the hall, when he heard the horn that
announced their arrival; his emotions were so great that he could
hardly support them. The Baron and Sir Philip entered the hall hand in
hand; Edmund threw himself at their feet, and embraced their knees, but
could not utter a word. They raised him between them, and strove to
encourage him; but he threw himself into the arms of Sir Philip
Harclay, deprived of strength, and almost of life. They supported him
to a seat, where he recovered by degrees, but had no power to speak his
feelings; he looked up to his benefactors in the most affecting manner,
he laid his hand upon his bosom, but was still silent.

"Compose yourself, my dear son," said Sir Philip; "you are in the arms
of your best friends. Look up to the happiness that awaits you-- enjoy
the blessings that Heaven sends you--lift up your heart in gratitude to
the Creator, and think left of what you owe to the creature! You will
have time enough to pay us your acknowledgments hereafter."

The company came round them, the servants flocked into the hall: shouts
of joy were heard on all sides; the Baron came and took Edmund's hand.

"Rise, sir," said he, "and do the honours of your house! it is yours
from this day: we are your guests, and expect from you our welcome!"

Edmund kneeled to the Baron, he spoke with a faltering voice:

"My Lord, I am yours! all that I have is at your devotion! dispose of
me as it pleases you best."

The Baron embraced him with the greatest affection.

"Look round you," said he, "and salute your friends; these gentlemen
came hither to do you honour."

Edmund revived, he embraced and welcomed the gentlemen. Father Oswald
received his embrace with peculiar affection, and gave him his
benediction in a most affecting manner.

Edmund exclaimed, "Pray for me, father! that I may bear all these
blessings with gratitude and moderation!"

He then saluted and shook hands with all the servants, not omitting the
meanest; he distinguished Joseph by a cordial embrace; he called him
his dear friend.

"Now," said he, "I can return your friendship, and I am proud to
acknowledge it!"

The old man, with a faltering voice, cried out:

"Now I have lived long enough! I have seen my master's son acknowledged
for the heir of Lovel!"

The hall echoed with his words, "Long live the heir of Lovel!"

The Baron took Edmund's hands in his own:

"Let us retire from this crowd," said he; "we have business of a more
private nature to transact."

He led to the parlour, followed by Sir Philip and the other gentlemen.

"Where are my other children?" said he.

William retired, and presently returned with his brother and sister.
They kneeled to their father, who raised and embraced them.  He then
called out, "William!--Edmund!--"come and receive my blessing also."

They approached hand in hand, they kneeled, and he gave them a solemn
benediction.

"Your friendship deserves our praise, my children! love each other
always! and may Heaven pour down its choicest blessings upon your
heads!"

They rose, and embraced in silent raptures of joy. Edmund presented his
friend to Sir Philip.

"I understand you," said he; "this gentleman was my first acquaintance
of this family; he has a title to the second place in my heart; I shall
tell him, at more leisure, how much I love
and honour him for his own sake as well as yours."

He embraced the youth, and desired his friendship.

"Come hither, my Emma!" said the Baron.

She approached with tears on her check, sweetly blushing, like the
damask rose wet with the dew of the morning.

"I must ask you a serious question, my child; answer me with the same
sincerity you would to Heaven. You see this young man, the heir of
Lovel!  You have known him long; consult your own heart, and tell me
whether you have any objection to receive him for your husband. I have
promised to all this company to give you to him; but upon condition
that you approve him: I think
him worthy of you; and, whether you accept him or not, he shall ever be
to me a son; but Heaven forbid that I should compel my child to give
her hand, where she cannot bestow her heart! Speak freely, and decide
this point for me and for yourself."

The fair Emma blushed, and was under some confusion; her virgin modesty
prevented her speaking for some moments. Edmund trembled; he leaned
upon William's shoulder to support himself. Emma cast her eye upon him,
she saw his emotion, and hastened to relieve him; and thus spoke in a
soft voice which gathered strength as she proceeded:

"My lord and father's goodness has always prevented my wishes; I am the
happiest of all children, in being able to obey his commands, without
offering violence to my own inclinations.  As I am called upon in this
public manner, it is but justice to this gentleman's merit to declare,
that, were I at liberty to chuse a husband from all the world, he only
should be my choice, who I can say, with joy, is my father's also."

Edmund bowed low, he advanced towards her; the Baron took his
daughter's hand, and presented it to him; he kneeled upon one knee, he
took her hand, kissed it, and pressed it to his bosom.  The Baron
embraced and blessed them; he presented them to Sir Philip
Harclay--"Receive and acknowledge your children!" said he.

"I do receive them as the gift of Heaven!" said the noble knight; "they
are as much mine as if I had begotten them: all that I have is theirs,
and shall descend to their children for ever."  A fresh scene of
congratulation ensued; and the hearts of all the auditors were too much
engaged to be able soon to return to the ease and tranquillity of
common life.

After they had refreshed themselves, and recovered from the emotions
they had sustained on this interesting occasion, Edmund thus addressed
the Baron:

"On the brink of happiness I must claim your attention to a melancholy
subject. The bones of both my parents lie unburied in this house;
permit me, my honoured lord, to perform my last duties to them, and the
remainder of my life shall be devoted to you and yours."

"Certainly," said the Baron; "why have you not interred them?"

"My lord, I waited for your arrival, that you might be certified of the
reality, and that no doubts might remain."

"I have no doubts," said the Baron; "Alas! both the crime and
punishment of the offender leave no room for them!"  He sighed.  "Let
us now put an end to this affair; and, if possible, forget it for ever."

"If it will not be too painful to you, my lord, I would intreat you,
with these gentlemen our friends, to follow me into the east apartment,
the scene of my parents' woes, and yet the dawning of my better hopes."

They rose to attend him; he committed the Lady Emma to the care of her
youngest brother, observing that the scene was too solemn for a lady to
be present at it. They proceeded to the apartment; he showed the Baron
the fatal closet, and the place where the bones were found, also the
trunk that contained them; he recapitulated all that passed before
their arrival; he shewed them the coffin where the bones of the
unfortunate pair were deposited: he then desired the Baron to give
orders for their interment.

"No," replied he, "it belongs to you to order, and every one here is
ready to perform it."

Edmund then desired father Oswald to give notice to the friars of the
monastery of St.
Austin, that with their permission the funeral should be solemnized
there, and the bones interred in the church. He also gave orders that
the closet should be floored, the apartment repaired and put in order.
He then returned to the other side of the Castle.

Preparations being made for the funeral, it was performed a few days
after. Edmund attended in person as chief mourner, Sir Philip Harclay
as the second; Joseph desired he might assist as  servant to the
deceased.  They were followed by most people of the village. The story
was now become public, and every one blessed Edmund for the piety and
devotion with which he performed
the last duties to his parents.--Edmund appeared in deep mourning; the
week after, he assisted at a mass for the repose of the deceased.

Sir Philip Harclay ordered a monument to be erected to the memory of
his friends, with the following inscription:

"Praye for the soules of Arthur Lord Lovele and Marie his wife, who
were cut off in the flowere of theire youthe, by the trecherye and
crueltie of theire neare kinnesmanne. Edmunde theire onlie sonne, one
and twentie yeares after theire deathe, by the direction of heavene,
made the discoverye of the mannere of theire deathe, and at the same
time proved his owne birthe. He collected theire bones together, and
interred them in this place:  A warning and proofe to late posteritie,
of the justice of Providence, and the certaintie of Retribution."

The Sunday after the funeral Edmund threw off his mourning, and
appeared in a dress suitable to his condition. He received the
compliments of his friends with ease and cheerfulness, and began to
enjoy his happiness. He asked an audience of his fair mistress, and was
permitted to declare the passion he had so long stifled in his own
bosom. She gave him a favourable hearing, and in a short time confessed
that she had suffered equally in that suspense that was so grievous to
him. They engaged themselves by mutual vows to each other, and only
waited the Baron's pleasure to complete their happiness; every cloud
was vanished from their brows, and sweet tranquillity took possession
of their bosoms. Their friends shared their happiness; William and
Edmund renewed their vows of everlasting friendship, and promised to be
as much together as William's other duties would permit.

The Baron once more summoned all his company together; he told Edmund
all that had passed relating to his brother in-law, his exile, and the
pilgrimage of Zadisky; he then related the circumstances of Sir
Robert's engagement to Lord Clifford's daughter, his establishment in
his uncle's seat, and his own obligations to return time enough to be
present at the marriage: "But before I go," said he, "I will give my
daughter to the heir of Lovel, and then I shall have discharged my duty
to him, and my promise to Sir Philip Harclay."

"You have nobly performed both," said Sir Philip, "and whenever you
depart I shall be your companion."

"What," said Edmund, "am I to be deprived of both my fathers at once?
My honoured lord, you have given away two houses--where do you intend
to reside?"

"No matter," said the Baron; "I know I shall be welcome to both."

"My dear Lord," said Edmund, "stay here and be still the master; I
shall be proud to be under your command, and to be your servant as well
as your son!"

"No, Edmund," said the Baron, "that would not now be proper; this is
your castle, you are its lord and master, and it is incumbent on you to
shew yourself worthy of the great things Providence has done for you."

"How shall I, a young man, acquit myself of so many duties as will be
upon me, without the advice and assistance of my two paternal friends?
Oh, Sir Philip! will you too leave me? once you gave me hopes--"

He stopped greatly affected.

Sir Philip said, "Tell me truly, Edmund, do you really desire that I
should live with you?"

"As truly, sir, as I desire life and happiness!"

"Then, my dear child, I will live and die with you!"

They embraced with tears of affection, and Edmund was all joy and
gratitude.

"My good Lord," said Sir Philip, "you have disposed of two houses, and
have none ready to receive you; will you accept of mine?  It is much at
your service, and its being in the same county with your eldest son,
will be an inducement to you to reside there."

The Baron caught Sir Philip's hand.

"Noble sir, I thank you, and I will embrace your kind offer; I will be
your tenant for the present; my castle in Wales shall be put in repair,
in the meantime; if I do not reside
there, it will be an establishment for one of my younger sons."

"But what will you do with your old soldiers and dependants?"

"My lord, I will never cast them off. There is another house on my
estate that has been shut up many years; I will have it repaired and
furnished properly for the reception of my old men:
I will endow it with a certain sum to be paid annually, and will
appoint a steward to manage their revenue; I will continue it during
the lives of the first inhabitants, and after that I shall leave it to
my son here, to do as he pleases."

"Your son," said Edmund, "will make it the business of his life to act
worthy of such a father."

"Enough," said Sir Philip, "I am satisfied that you will. I purpose to
reside myself in that very apartment which my dear friend your father
inhabited; I will tread in his footsteps, and think he sees me acting
his part in his son's family. I will be attended by my own servants;
and, whenever you desire it, I will give you my company; your joys,
your griefs shall be mine; I shall hold your children in my arms, and
their prattle shall amuse my old age; and, as my last earthly wish,
your hands shall close my eyes."

"Long, very long," said Edmund, with eyes and hands lifted up, "may it
be ere I perform so sad a duty!"

"Long and happily may you live together!" said the Baron; "I will hope
to see you sometimes, and to claim a share in your blessings. But let
us give no more tears to sorrow, the rest shall be those of joy and
transport. The first step we take shall be to marry our Edmund; I will
give orders for the celebration, and they shall be the last orders I
shall give in this house." They then separated, and went to prepare for
the approaching solemnity.

Sir Philip and the Baron had a private conference concerning Edmund's
assuming the name and title of Lovel.  "I am resolved," said Sir
Philip, "to go to the king; to acquaint him briefly with Edmund's
history; I will request that he may be called up to parliament by a
writ, for there is no need of a new patent, he being the true
inheritor; in the mean time he shall assume the name, arms, and title,
and I will answer any one that shall dispute his right to them.["] Sir
Philip then declared his resolution to set out with the Baron at his
departure, and to settle all his other affairs before he returned to
take up his residence at the Castle.

A few days after, the marriage was celebrated, to the entire
satisfaction of all parties. The Baron ordered the doors to be thrown
open, and the house free for all comers; with every other token of joy
and festivity. Edmund appeared full of joy without levity, of mirth
without extravagance; he received the congratulations of his friends,
with ease, freedom, and vivacity.
He sent for his foster father and mother, who began to think themselves
neglected, as he had been so deeply engaged in affairs of more
consequence that he had not been particularly attentive to them; he
made them come into the great hall, and presented them to his lady.

"These," said he, "are the good people to whom I am, under God,
indebted for my present happiness; they were my first benefactors; I
was obliged to them for food and sustenance in my childhood, and this
good woman nourished my infancy at her own breast."  The lady received
them graciously, and saluted Margery.  Andrew kneeled down, and, with
great humility, begged Edmund's
pardon for his treatment of him in his childhood. "I heartily forgive
you," said he, "and I will excuse you to yourself; it was natural for
you to look upon me as an intruder that was eating your children's
bread; you saved my life, and afterwards you sustained it by your food
and raiment: I ought to have maintained myself, and to have contributed
to your maintenance. But besides this, your treatment of me was the
first of my preferment; it recommended me to the notice of this noble
family.  Everything that happened to me since, has been a step to my
present state of honour and happiness. Never man had so many
benefactors as myself; but both they, and myself, have been only
instruments in the hands of Providence, to bring about its own
purposes; let us praise God for all! I shared your poverty, and you
will share my riches; I will give you the cottage where you dwell, and
the ground about it; I will also pay you the annual sum of ten pounds
for the lives of you both; I will put out your children to manual
trades, and assist you to provide for them in their own station; and
you are to look upon this as paying a debt, and not bestowing a gift; I
owe you more than I can ever pay; and, if there be any thing further in
my power that will contribute to your happiness, you can ask nothing in
reason that I will deny you."

Andrew hid his face; "I cannot bear it!" said he; "oh what a brute was
I, to abuse such a child as this! I shall never forgive myself!"

"You must indeed, my friend; for I forgive and thank you."

Andrew retired back, but Margery came forward; she looked earnestly on
Edmund, she then threw
her arms about his neck, and wept aloud.

"My precious child! my lovely babe! thank God, I have lived to see this
day! I will rejoice in your good fortune, and your bounty to us, but I
must ask one more favour yet; that I may sometimes come hither and
behold that gracious countenance, and thank God that I was honoured so
far as to give thee food from my own breast, and to bring thee up to be
a blessing to me, and to all that know thee!"

Edmund was affected, he returned her embrace; he bade her come to the
Castle as often as she
pleased, and she should always be received as his mother; the bride
saluted her, and told her the oftener she came, the more welcome she
should be.

Margery and her husband retired, full of blessings and prayers for
their happiness; she
gave vent to her joy, by relating to the servants and neighbours every
circumstance of Edmund's birth, infancy, and childhood.  Many a tear
was dropped by the auditors, and many a prayer wafted to Heaven for his
happiness. Joseph took up the story where she left it: he told the
rising dawn of youth and virtue, darting its ray through the clouds of
obscurity, and how every stroke
of envy and malignity brushed away some part of the darkness that
veiled its lustre.  He told the story of the haunted apartment, and all
the consequences of it; how he and Oswald conveyed the youth away from
the Castle, no more to return till he came as master of it.  He closed
the tale with praise to Heaven for the happy discovery, that gave such
an heir to the house of Lovel; to his dependants such a Lord and
Master; to mankind a friend and benefactor. There was truly a house of
joy; not that false kind, in the midst of which there is heaviness, but
that of rational creatures, grateful to the Supreme Benefactor, raising
their minds by a due enjoyment of earthly blessings to a preparation
for a more perfect state hereafter.

A few days after the wedding, the Lord Fitz-Owen began to prepare for
his journey to the north. He gave to Edmund the plate, linen, and
furniture of the Castle, the farming stock and utensils; he would have
added a sum of money, but Sir Philip stopped his hand.

"We do not forget," said he, "that you have other children, we will not
suffer you to injure them; give us your blessing and paternal
affection, and we have nothing more to ask.  I told you,
my Lord, that you and I should one day be sincere friends."

"We must be so," answered the Baron; "it is impossible to be long your
enemy.  We are brothers, and shall be to our lives' end."

They regulated the young man's household; the Baron gave leave to the
servants to choose their master; the elder ones followed him (except
Joseph, who desired to live with Edmund, as the chief happiness of his
life); most of the younger ones chose the service of the youthful pair.
 There
was a tender and affectionate parting on all sides. Edmund besought his
beloved William not to leave him. The Baron said, he must insist on his
being at his brother's wedding, as a due attention to him, but after
that he should return to the Castle for some time.

The Baron and Sir Philip Harclay, with their train, set forward. Sir
Philip went to London and obtained all he desired for his Edmund; from
thence he went into Yorkshire, and settled his affairs there, removing
his pensioners to his other house, and putting Lord Fitz-Owen in
possession of his own. They had a generous contention about the terms;
but Sir Philip insisted on
the Baron's accepting the use of everything there.

"You hold it in trust for a future grandchild," said he, "whom I hope
to live to endow with it."

During Sir Philip's absence, the young Lord Lovel caused the haunted
apartment to be repaired and furnished for the reception of his father
by adoption. He placed his friend Joseph over all his men-servants, and
ordered him to forbear his attendance; but the old man would always
stand at the side-board, and feast his eyes with the countenance of his
own master's son, surrounded with honour and happiness. John Wyatt
waited upon the person of his lord, and enjoyed his favour without
abatement. Mr. William Fitz-Owen accompanied Sir Philip Harclay from
the north country, when he returned to take up his residence at the
Castle of Lovel.

Edmund, in the arms of love and friendship, enjoyed with true relish
the blessings that surrounded him, with an heart overflowing with
benevolence to his fellow creatures, and raptures of gratitude to his
Creator.  His lady and himself were examples of conjugal affection and
happiness. Within a year from his marriage she brought him a son and
heir, whose birth renewed
the joy and congratulations of all his friends.  The Baron Fitz-Owen
came to the baptism, and partook of his children's blessings. The child
was called Arthur, after the name of his grandfather.

The year following was born a second son, who was called Philip
Harclay; upon him the noble knight of that name settled his estate in
Yorkshire; and by the king's permission, he took the name and arms of
that family.

The third son was called William; he inherited the fortune of his uncle
of that name, who adopted him, and he made the Castle of Lovel his
residence, and died a bachelor.

The fourth son was called Edmund; the fifth Owen; and there was also a
daughter, called Emma.

When time had worn out the prejudices of Sir Robert Fitz-Owen, the good
old Baron of that name proposed a marriage between his eldest son and
heir, and the daughter of Edmund Lord Lovel, which was happily
concluded. The nuptials were honoured with the presence of both
families; and the old Baron was so elevated with this happy union of
his descendants, that he cried out, "Now I am ready to die--I have
lived long enough--this is the band of love that unites all my children
to me, and to each other!"  He did not long survive this happy event;
he died full of years and honours, and his name was never mentioned but
with the deepest marks of gratitude, love and veneration. Sweet is the
remembrance of the virtuous, and happy are the descendants of such a
father! they will think on him and emulate his virtues--they will
remember him, and be ashamed to degenerate from their ancestor.

Many years after Sir Philip Harclay settled at the Castle, he received
tidings from his friend Zadisky, by one of the two servants who
attended him to the Holy Land. From him he learned that his friend had
discovered, by private advices, that he had a son living in Palestine,
which
was the chief motive of his leaving England; that he had met with
various adventures in pursuit of him; that at length he found him,
converted him to the Christian religion, and then persuaded him to
retire from the world into a monastery by the side of Mount Libanus,
where he intended to end his days.

That Walter, commonly called Lord Lovel, had entered into the service
of the Greek emperor, John Paleologus, not bearing to undergo a life of
solitude and retirement; that he made up a story of his being compelled
to leave his native country by his relations, for having accidentally
killed one of them, and that he was treated with great cruelty and
injustice; that he had accepted a post in the emperor's army, and was
soon after married to the daughter of one of the chief officers of it.

Zadisky foresaw, and lamented the downfall of that Empire, and withdrew
from the storm he saw approaching. Finally, he bade the messenger tell
Sir Philip Harclay and his adopted son, that he should not cease to
pray for them, and desired their prayers in return.

Sir Philip desired Lord Lovel to entertain this messenger in his
service. That good knight lived to extreme old age in honour and
happiness, and died in the arms of his beloved Edmund, who also
performed the last duties to his faithful Joseph.

Father Oswald lived many years in the family as chaplain; he retired
from thence at length, and died in his own monastery.

Edmund Lord Lovel lived to old age, in peace, honour and happiness; and
died in the arms of his children.

Sir Philip Harclay caused the papers relating to his son's history to
be collected together; the first part of it was written under his own
eye in Yorkshire, the subsequent parts by Father Oswald at the Castle
of Lovel. All these, when together, furnish a striking lesson to
posterity, of the over-ruling hand of Providence, and the certainty of
RETRIBUTION.




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