I might be mistaken, after all;-he was very gentlemanly, and behaved throughout with the greatest propriety, so that I could have no excuse for so doing. And though there were many strange circumstances attending his presence, still they might be accidental. I resolved, at least, to wait patiently for the morning, though I felt as if I was exposed to the air on a cold winter's night; but I was doomed again to be disturbed. I had locked my room door (my constant custom upon going to bed), when about one o'clock, as I was lying, wide awake,—the stranger,—the German,- the fiend!-for I believe he was all three, entered my room!-how, I know not,— I heard no noise. A horrid trembling immediately came over me, my knees knocked together, my teeth chattered,-my hair stood on end, I could scarcely draw my breath. What could be his purpose? to murder me?no-no, I see it all,—the cloak,—the mysterious

cloak, the source of all my and fears apprehensions; he thinks by that to gain his purpose, and fancying I am asleep, he comes, no doubt, to cast that upon me, and thus give the fiend, his master, in some way or other a power over me! He approached the bed;-my tongue clave to the roof of my parched mouth, and fear, an allabsorbing fear, had nearly choked me. He opened the cloak-another moment-and thenbut rage, fear, and despair gave me strength:I started up;-" Villain!" said I, "I will not tamely bear it:" and grappling with him, I threw the cloak from me. I now cared not what I did or said. "Hence," roared I, "and seek the fiend you serve!" and accidentally in the scuffle I caught hold of his long pointed nose ;he shrieked aloud with rage and pain.—“Oh, oh! Mr. T—————," said my wife, "what are you about?" I received a heavy fall :—immediately the whole was gone. I assisted my wife into

bed: for it seems that I had lain half the night with the clothes completely off me; which, as often as she had endeavoured to replace, I had resisted, and on her persisting, I had eventually seized her by the nose, and we both tumbled out of bed together.

THE RED MAN.

It was at the hour of nine, in an August evening, that a solitary horseman arrived at the Black Swan, a country inn about nine miles from the town of Leicester. He was mounted on a large fiery charger, as black as jet, and had behind him a portmanteau attached to the croup of his saddle. A black travelling cloak, which not only covered his own person, but the greater part of his steed, was thrown around him. On his head he wore a broad-brimmed hat, with an uncommonly low crown. His legs were cased in top-boots, to which were attached spurs of an extraordinary

length; and in his hands he carried a whip, with a thong three yards long, and a handle which might have levelled Goliah himself.

On arriving at the inn, he calmly dismounted, and called upon the ostler by name.

"Frank!" said he, "take my horse to the stable; rub him down thoroughly; and, when he is well cooled, step in and let me know." And, taking hold of his portmanteau, he entered the kitchen, followed by the obsequious landlord, who had come out a minute before, on hearing of his arrival. There were several persons present, engaged in nearly the same occupation. At one side of the fire sat the village schoolmaster-a thin, pale, peak-nosed little man, with a powdered periwig, terminating behind in a long queue, and an expression of self-conceit strongly depicted upon his countenance. He was amusing himself with a pipe, from which he threw forth volumes of smoke with an air of great satisfaction. Oppo