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第6章

``Those I just mentioned,'' answered Maxwell, ``relate to a piece of private history, savouring not a little of the marvellous, and intimately connected with your family: if it is agreeable, I can read to you the anecdotes, in the modern shape into which I have been endeavouring to throw them, and you can then judge of the value of the originals.''

There was something in this proposal agreeable to all parties.Sir Henry had family pride, which prepared him to take an interest in whatever related to his ancestors.The ladies had dipped deeply into the fashionable reading of the present day.Lady Ratcliff and her fair daughters had climbed every pass, viewed every pine-shrouded ruin, heard every groan, and lifted every trap-door, in company with the noted heroine of Udolpho.They had been heard, however, to observe, that the famous incident of the Black Veil singularly resembled the ancient apologue of the Mountain in Labour, so that they were unquestionably critics, as well as admirers.Besides all this, they had valorously mounted en croupe behind the ghostly horseman of Prague, through all his seven translators, and followed the footsteps of Moor through the forest of Bohemia.Moreover, it was even hinted (but this was a greater mystery than all the rest), that a certain performance, called the _Monk,_ in three neat volumes, had been seen, by a prying eye, in the right-hand drawer of the Indian cabinet of Lady Ratcliff's dressing room.Thus predisposed for wonders and signs, Lady Ratcliff and her nymphs drew their chairs round a large blazing wood-fire, and arranged themselves to listen to the tale.To that fire I also approached, moved thereunto partly by the inclemency of the season, and partly that my deafness, which you know, cousin, I acquired during my campaign under Prince Charles Edward, might be no obstacle to the gratification of my curiosity, which was awakened by what had any reference to the fate of such faithful followers of royalty, as you well know the house of Ratcliff have ever been.To this wood-fire the Vicar likewise drew near, and reclined himself conveniently in his chair, seemingly disposed to testify his disrespect for the narration and narrator by falling asleep as soon as he conveniently could.By the side of Maxwell (by the way, I cannot learn that he is in the least related to the Nithsdale family)was placed a small table and a couple of lights, by the assistance of which he read as follows:---``=Journal of Jan Von Eulen.=

``On the 6th November 1645, I, Jan Von Eulen, merchant in Rotterdam, embarked with my only daughter on board of the good vessel Vryheid of Amsterdam, in order to pass into the unhappy and disturbed kingdom of England.7th November---a brisk gale---daughter sea-sick---myself unable to complete the calculation which I have begun, of the inheritance left by Jane Lansache of Carlisle, my late dear wife's sister, the collection of which is the object of my voyage.8th November---wind still stormy and adverse ---a horrid disaster nearly happened---my dear child washed overboard as the vessel lurched to leeward.---Memorandum, to reward the young sailor who saved her, out of the first monies which I can recover from the inheritance of her aunt Lansache.9th November---calm---P.M.light breezes from N.N.W.I talked with the captain about the inheritance of my sister-in-law, Jane Lansache.---He says he knows the principal subject, which will not exceed <L>1000 in value._N.B._ He is a cousin to a family of Petersons, which was the name of the husband of my sister-in-law; so there is room to hope it may be worth more than he reports.10th November, 10 A.M.

---May God pardon all our sins!---An English frigate, bearing the Parliament flag, has appeared in the offing, and gives chase.---11 A.M.She nears us every moment, and the captain of our vessel prepares to clear for action.

---May God again have mercy upon us!''

*******

``Here,'' said Maxwell, ``the journal with which I have opened the narration ends somewhat abruptly.''

``I am glad of it,'' said Lady Ratcliff.

``But, Mr.Maxwell,'' said young Frank, Sir Henry's grandchild, ``shall we not hear how the battle ended?''

I do not know, cousin, whether I have not formerly made you acquainted with the abilities of Frank Ratcliff.There is not a battle fought between the troops of the Prince and of the Government, during the years 1745--6, of which he is not able to give an account.It is true, I have taken particular pains to fix the events of this important period upon his memory by frequent repetition.

``No, my dear,'' said Maxwell, in answer to young Frank Ratcliff---``No, my dear, I cannot tell you the exact particulars of the engagement, but its consequences appear from the following letter, despatched by Garbonete Von Eulen, daughter of our journalist, to a relation in England, from whom she implored assistance.After some general account of the purpose of the voyage, and of the engagement, her narrative proceeds thus:---``The noise of the cannon had hardly ceased, before the sounds of a language to me but half known, and the confusion on board our vessel, informed me that the captors had boarded us, and taken possession of our vessel.I went on deck, where the first spectacle that met my eyes was a young man, mate of our vessel, who, though disfigured and covered with blood, was loaded with irons, and whom they were forcing over the side of the vessel into a boat.The two principal persons among our enemies appeared to be a man of a tall thin figure, with a high-crowned hat and long neckband, and short-cropped head of hair, accompanied by a bluff open-looking elderly man in a naval uniform.`Yarely! yarely! pull away, my hearts!' said the latter, and the boat bearing the unlucky young man soon carried him on board the frigate.Perhaps you will blame me for mentioning this circumstance; but consider, my dear cousin, this man saved my life, and his fate, even when my own and my father's were in the balance, could not but affect me nearly.

`` `In the name of him who is jealous, even to slaying,' said the first''---****

CETERA DESUNT.

GENERAL PREFACE, p.<? p10>, No.II.<! p479>

CONCLUSION OF MR.STRUTT'S ROMANCE OF

QUEENHOO-HALL.

BY THE AUTHOR OF WAVERLEY.

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