rself, being held in spite of the most desperate efforts
to escape. With a loud yell she cried out--

"Thou hast played me false, demon!"

"'Tis not thy demon," said Dee; "it is I that have circumvented thee.
In that iron ring is concealed the charmed one, wrought out by a
cunning smith to this intent--to wit, the deliverance of a persecuted
house."

The Red Woman now appeared shorn of her strength. Her charms and her
delusions were dispelled. She sank into the condition of a hopeless,
wretched maniac, and was for some time closely confined to this
chamber.

Buckley, recovering soon after, was united to Grace Ashton, who, it is
confidently asserted, and perhaps believed, was restored to immediate
health when the charm was broken.

[20] Within the last few years, since this story
was written, the old house itself has been levelled with the
ground.

[21] In the 39th of Eliz. Sir John Biron held the
manor of Rochdale, subsequently held by the Ramsays; but in the
13th of Charles I. it was reconveyed. The Biron family is more
ancient than the Conquest. Gospatrick held lands of Ernais de
Buron in the county of York, as appears by Domesday Book. Sir
Nicholas Byron distinguished himself in the civil wars of
Charles I.; and in consequence of his zeal in the royal cause
the manor of Rochdale was sequestered. After the Restoration it
reverted to the Byrons. Sir John, during these troubles, was
made a peer, by the title of Baron Byron of Rochdale. In 1823
the late Lord Byron sold the manor, after having been in
possession of the family for nearly three centuries.

THE DEATH-PAINTER;

OR, THE SKELETON'S BRIDE.

"This will hardly keep body and soul together," said Conrad Bergmann,
as he eyed with a dissatisfied countenance some score of dingy
kreutzers thrust into his palm by a "patron of early genius,"--one of
those individuals who take great merit to themselves by just keeping
their victims in that enviable position between life and death,
between absolute starvation and hopeless, abject poverty, which
effectually represses all efforts to excel, controls and quenches all
but longings after immortality--who just fan the flame to let it smoke
and quiver in the socket, but sedulously prevent it rising to any
degree of steadiness and brilliance.

Conrad that morning had taken home a picture, his sole occupation for
two months, and this pat