These events occurred exactly one hundred and eighteen years ago, but those who happen to be in that lovely country which lies between Yorkshire and Lancashire can find in Medway Castle one frail memento of them. A little diplomacy and a little coin of the realm dropped into the keeper's hand will procure them admittance. And after viewing its rooms of state, its splendid library, and its picture gallery, they may seek a little room toward the sunrising, called "the Lady Maria's parlor." Its furniture of crimson satin is faded now, but it doubtless suited well the dark beauty so well depicted in a large portrait of her, that is one of the ornaments of the east wall. The portrait of her husband, Lord Ernest Medway, is near to it, but between them is a sheet of ordinary writing paper, yellow with age, but still keeping a legible copy of three verses and the pretty, simple, old tune to which they were sung. It is the original copy of _"The Song of a Single Note,"_ the song they sang together at Nicholas Bayard's summer entertainment one hundred and twenty-one years ago. Lord Medway always said it was an enchanted song, and that, as its melodious tones fell from his lady's lips, they charmed his heart away and gave it to her forever. And if other lovers would learn this fateful melody, why here is a copy of it. If they sing it but once together, it may be that they will sing it as long as they live: "For through the sense, the song shall fit The soul to understand." A SONG OF A SINGLE NOTE. [Illustration: A song of a sin-gle note. But it soars and swells a-bove The trum-pet's call and clash of arms, For the name of the song is Love, Love, Love, The name of the song is Love.] Mortals may sing it here below, The angels sing it above; For all of heaven that earth can know Is set to the Song of Love, Love, love, love, is set to the Song of Love. Then bid the trumpet and drum be still, And battle flags idly float; Better by far that men should sing The Song of a Single Note. Love, love, love, the Song of a Single Note. * * * * * Transcriber's note: Some of the illustrations have been moved so that they correspond to the text and do not break up paragraphs. The biggest change was the movement of the illustration "Maria lay dressed upon her bed" from facing page 100 to page 305, near the corresponding text. Because of these changes, the page numbers of the illustrations no longer match the page numbers in the List of Illustrations.