if I slept warm? "I am afraid," said I, "I shall not do so to-night." He placed his cloak in my hand, saying, with a chuckle, "I had only to throw it over me and my wife, and he was sure we should be warm enough then!" I threw down the cloak, and rushed out of the room. - I joined my wife down stairs, who, on my upbraiding her with the folly of inviting a perfect stranger to sleep in the house, told me that he had introduced himself as an old friend of mine, who wished to see me on particular business. I then hinted my suspicions concerning him, and that I thought it was through him we were thus grievously tormented by the cold. I went to bed, but not to sleep,—not all the blankets in the world could ever have made me warm. I hesitated whether I should not go and turn the stranger out, thus late as it was ;-but 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 |