is as follows:--

Many years ago, that portion of the country where Glenburne Castle now
stands was owned and governed by an intriguing and overbearing lord.
He had a beautiful companion for a wife, who loved him too well; but
his affections wandered from her. He looked into a brighter eye, and
on a fairer brow. His wife pined away, lived miserably for years, and
died at last broken-hearted. Six months had passed, and great
preparations were being made in the old castle for a magnificent
wedding. The lords and nobles, within a circuit of five hundred miles,
were invited to participate in the festivities of the day. The halls
were hung with beautiful tapestry and garlands of flowers, and the
castle resounded with strains of sweet music, "and all went merry as a
marriage bell." But this finely-arranged entertainment did not end in
so pleasant a manner as was intended. The hour had arrived when the
lord of the castle was about to lead to the hymeneal altar the
bright-eyed lady he so long loved. The spacious and magnificent
drawing rooms were thronged with the wealthy and the beautiful; all
were attired in robes of silk and satin, and costumes of velvet, which
glistened with pearls and precious stones. A temporary platform was
placed at one end of the hall, on which was raised a crimson and gold
canopy. On the platform were to be seated the bride and bridegroom,
and the grand cardinal who was to perform the service. It was seven
o'clock in the evening; the guests had all arrived, and were seated
around the room awaiting the entrance of the lord and his intended
bride. Soon the castle resounded with the sound of trumpets. The
massive doors opened wide, and the grand cardinal, followed by the
bride and bridegroom, entered the apartment, and took their position
beneath the canopy. The marriage ceremony had been partly completed,
when all were suddenly petrified with horror. A bluish flame is seen
rising from the centre of the floor, and within this cloud of flame
the spirit form of the bridegroom's first wife slowly rises up through
the floor, and points her bony fingers to the horror-stricken husband.
The guests and attendants rush from the castle, and hasten to their
homes. The intended bride remained insensible for many hours, and when
she revived she was no more herself. The fearful scene had crushed out
forever the last spark of reason. She was a maniac. The lord of the
castle was left alone with his spectre bride, but no