nd down under the casement of Miriam Haven, after the manner
of singers at the opera, preparatory to beginning, was the same
Tiffany? And yet, when he returned again, and holding his face up to the
moon, which was shining at a convenient angle over the edge of the
house, the tawny tuft clearly identified it as Tiffany and no one else.
And yet, as if to further confuse all recognition, what sound is that
which breaks from his throat, articulating:--

"Dearest, awake--you need not fear;
For he--for he--your Troubadour is here!"

The summons passed for some time unanswered, till Mopsey, from the
little end-window of her lodgement, presented her head in a flaming red
and yellow handkerchief, and rolled her eyes about to discover the
source of the tumult; scowling in the belief that it must be no other
than "one of dem Brundages come to carry off in de dead of night de
Peabody punkin."

A gentle conviction was dawning in the brain of Mr. Carrack that this
was the fair Miriam happily responding to his challenge in the
appropriate character and costume of a Moorish Princess; when, as he
began to roar again, still more violent and furious in his chanting, the
black head opened and demanded, "what you want dere?" followed by an
extraordinary shower of gourd-shells, which, crashing upon his sconce,
with a distinct shatter for each shell, could not, for a moment, be
mistaken for flowers, signet-rings, or any other ordinarily recognised
love-tokens.

It immediately occurred to Mr. Carrack, with the suddenness of
inspiration, that he had better return to his chamber and go to bed; a
design which was checked, as he proceeded in that direction, by the
alarming apparition of a great body with a fire-lock thrust out of the
window of the apartment, next to his own, occupied by the Captain,
presented directly at his head, with a cry "Avast, there!" and a
movement on the part of the body, to follow the gun out at the window.
Fearfully harassed in that quarter, Mr. Carrack wheeled rapidly about,
encountering as he turned, the two servants in livery, still making the
circuit of the homestead--who in alarm of their lives from this singular
figure in the red cloak, fled into the fields and lurked in an old
out-house till daylight. As these scampered away before him, Mr.
Tiffany, to relieve himself of the apparition of the gun, would have
turned the corner of the house; when Mopsey appeared, wildly
gesticulating, with a great brush