he her, but
it was too late; he carried her back again to her room, a raving maniac.
A brain fever ensued, of the most violent description; and happily for
the distracted girl, in a few days she was released by death from all
her sufferings. And now it was that, in the consequences of his own
actions, Don Pedro found his punishment; as he witnessed the agony of
his afflicted daughter, as he heard her ravings, as he saw her toss her
white arms and pitifully cry out for Bernardo, or tear her long, black,
dishevelled tresses, horror and despair filled his heart. His
conscience, so long torpid, at length awoke, and remorse preyed upon his
soul like a vulture. And when he beheld that form, lately so lovely and
blooming, stretched out, pale and motionless, upon the bed of death,
anguish seized upon him to such a degree that, rushing into his own
chamber, he put a period to his miserable existence.

Queen Isabella, when she heard the particulars of these tragical events,
ordered the lovers to be interred within one tomb; the senoritas may see
it in the old chapel, in the north-east corner--their effigies are on
the top, carved in marble, with clasped hands, with this inscription:
Amor morte, or Love in death. The old branch being now extinct, having,
as it were, burnt itself out with its fiery passions, the estates passed
into the hands of your honorable ancestry; may it remain in the family
for a thousand years!

But my tale is not yet done--would that it were! There would be more
peace in this castle if this were the case! For people do say that Don
Pedro cannot rest, even in purgatory. I am not one at all given to
credulity, and it takes something to startle me; but I must own that I
would never willingly be found in the old parts of the castle after
nightfall. I myself have seen strange lights and startling forms, and
have heard noises for which I could not account, groans, and shrieks,
and the clanking of chains. None of the peasants in the neighborhood
will venture here after night; and the servants can scarcely be induced
to stay in, what they call, the haunted castle. The story runs, that
about midnight Don Pedro begins his peregrinations, clad in armor, as he
is represented in his portrait; in one hand he bears a flaming torch; in
the other a large bunch of keys, and a chain which trails upon the
ground. He has been seen bearing in his arms a female form, clad in
white, with long black hair streaming to the wind, tos