‘Glanville! thou art the very ſemblance of my murdered uncle.’ The words, and the action that did accompany them, are dill freſh in my memory; and, at this moment, I know not wherefore, occur with more than common force: but I am too weary for thinking, and ſleep lies heavy on my eyes. Here will I reſt myſelf this night,” ſaid he, throwing himſelf upon a ſopha, which ſtood in the room, “and to-morrow, will give theſe things a farther thought.”
Fatigue had ſo oppreſſed the ſpirits of the youthful traveller, that he ſoon fell into a profound deep. His repoſe was undiſturbed; nor did he ſhake his ſlumber off till the ſun-beams darted full upon his face, through the broken lattice of his apartment. Starting from his couch, he gazed like one juſt wakened from a dream, ſuſpended in doubt, till the adventures of the preceding day recurred to his memory, whether that he ſaw was real, or the viſion of created fancy.–“If there is ought to be believed in dreams,” ſaid he, “then thoſe I have had to-night portend ſome ſtrange event. Methought, as I lay ſleeping, a ſpectre, iſſuing from that door, approached the couch and gazed attentive on my face. Long it ſtood in mute and ſilent admiration. I ſaw the tear of ſorrow trembling in its eye: the ſmile of hope ſucceeded, and, as it left the room, I roſe to watch its departure, when, its eyes ſtill bent on me, in a hollow tone of voice it cried–‘At the mid hour of night, fail not to meet me here!’–then inſtantly vaniſhed from my fight. But this,” continued he, after a ſhort pauſe, “is the work of mimic fancy, an idle dream, no more.”
“More!” anſwered a hollow voice, from beneath.
“Heavens!” exclaimed the wondering youth; “ſuch was the voice that I heard in my ſleep! Say, thou inviſible and perturbed ſpirit, are thoſe things, which in my ſlumber’s buſy memory treaſured up, real, or of ſportive fancy? Speak, for on thy anſwer depends my return to this lonely manſion.”
“At the mid hour of night, fail not to meet me here!” anſwered the voice, in the ſame hollow tone.
“Then reſt in peace,” ſaid Glanville; “for by the
