"Hollands, sir," replied the sexton, trembling more than ever, for he had bought it of the smugglers, and he thought his questioner might be in the excise department of the goblins. "Who drinks Hollands alone, and in a churchyard on such a night as this?" "Gabriel Grubb! Gabriel Grubb!" exclaimed the wild voices again. "And who, then, is our lawful prize?" exclaimed the goblin, raising his voice. The invisible chorus replied, "Gabriel Grubb! Gabriel Grubb!" "Well, Gabriel, what do you say to this?" said the goblin, as he grinned a broader grin than before. The sexton gasped for breath. "What do you think of this, Gabriel?" "It's--it's very curious, sir, very curious, sir, and very pretty," replied the sexton, half-dead with fright. "But I think I'll go back and finish my work, sir, if you please." "Work!" said the goblin, "what work?" "The grave, sir." "Oh! the grave, eh? Who makes graves at a time when other men are merry, and takes a pleasure in it?" Again the voices replied, "Gabriel Grubb! Gabriel Grubb!" "I'm afraid my friends want you, Gabriel," said the goblin. "Under favor, sir," replied the horror-stricken sexton, "I don't think they can; they don't know me, sir; I don't think the gentlemen have ever seen me." "Oh! yes, they have. We know the man who struck the boy in the envious malice of his heart because the boy could be merry and he could not." Here the goblin gave a loud, shrill laugh which the echoes returned twenty-fold. "I--I am afraid I must leave you, sir," said the sexton, making an effort to move. "Leave us!" said the goblin; "ho! ho! ho!" As the goblin laughed he suddenly darted toward Gabriel, laid his hand upon his collar, and sank with him through the earth. And when he had had time to fetch his breath he found himself in what appeared to be a large cavern, surrounded on all sides by goblins ugly and grim. "And now," said the king of the goblins, seated in the centre of the room on an elevated seat--his friend of the churchyard--"show the man of misery and gloom a few of the pictures from our great storehouses." As the goblin said this a cloud rolled gradually away and disclosed a small and scantily furnished but neat apartment. Little children were gathered round a bright fire, clinging to their mother's gown, or gamboling round her chair. A frugal meal was spread upon the table and an elbow-chair was placed near the fire. Soon the father entered and the children ran to meet him. As he sat down to his meal the mother sat by his side and all seemed happiness and comfort. "What do you think of that?" said the goblin. Gabriel murmured something about its being very pretty. "Show him some more," said the goblin.