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enn nnn nnn ne nn enn ccenec erence eeee creer ae et ae THE MYSTERIES OF THE COURT. Oa, aS PRRNANDA. “Well—a fortnight ago,” said Melmoth, in a mus'ng tone. “But have you heard or read, since your return, of certain atrocities committed in church-yarjs,—how the dead have been dug up and horribly mutilated——” “‘Yes—I have read of those frightful proceed- mgs,” observed Tim, with a cold shudder. “Have you done aught more shocking—more revolting— more unaccountably damnable than the freaks which the unknown monster has performed ?” “Ah! I see that you are not fitted to hear my tale,” said Melmoth, almost contemptuously. “Why not? Oh! but I am,” exclaimed Mea- gles, his curiosity now becoming acutely painful and poignantly torturing. “ Comg—proceed.” “And if I relate deeds as frigiitful as those to which a faint allusion ere now made you shudder visibly ——” “1 shall not be shocked--I am prepared for them now.” “"Tis well. Would you like to know, before { begin, who was the r of those hore the fiend that committed those ghastly deeds? so, I can tel] you—for I know him-———” “Who is he ?” said Meagles, his knees-quivering and his teeth chattering with cold horror. “TI!” was the terrible answer. Tim Meagles bounded upon his seat, as #f suddenly galvanised—or as if a frightful pang had suddenly shot through his entire frame. ‘“‘T told you, sir,” said Melmoth, with a ferocious. coolness, “that you were not half prepared to listen to such a history as mine. of impatience. “ No— stay, I conjure you,” exclaimed Meagies, now recovering himself: then, swallowing twe bumpers of wine the one close upon the other, he said, “ Pardon the excitement which I manifested Farewell: I wit depart !”—and he rose from his seat with a gesture: a eeeeeetnne ite ead ieee SO CII Fe TE LE OPEN” ST te tn eee ee | “QE ee ee : oe _-_> ee « e --r - om: te | | | —and believe me now when I solemnly aver thas. | (CO DOO (CO