"Behold me, thou false one--behold me!" he cried; "Remember Alonzo the Brave! God grant that to punish thy falsehood and pride, My ghost at thy marriage should sit at thy side, Should tax thee with perjury, claim thee as bride, And bear thee away to the grave!" Thus saying, his arms round the lady he wound, While loudly she shrieked in dismay; And sank with his prey through the wide yawning ground, Nor ever again was Fair Imogene found, Or the spectre that bore her away. Not long lived the Baron, and none since that time To inhabit the castle presume; For chronicles say, that by order sublime, There Imogene suffers the pain of her crime, And mourns her deplorable doom. At midnight four times in each year does her sprite, When mortals in slumber are bound, Arrayed in her bridal apparel of white, Appear in the hall of the skeleton knight, And shriek as he whirls her around. While they drink out of skulls, newly torn from the grave, Dancing around them the spectres are seen; Their liquid is blood, and this horrible stave They howl: "To the health of Alonzo the Brave, And his consort, the Fair Imogene." MATTHEW GREGORY LEWIS (MONK LEWIS). _AN ALL-AROUND INTELLECTUAL MAN._ He was up in mathematics, had a taste for hydrostatics, and could talk about astronomy from Aristarchus down; He could tell what kind of beans were devoured by the Chaldeans, and he knew the date of every joke made by a circus clown. He was versed in evolution, and would instance the poor Russian as a type of despotism in the modern age of man. He could write a page of matter on the different kinds of batter used in making flinty gim-cracks on the modern cooking plan. He could revel in statistics, he was well up in the fistics, knew the pedigree of horses dating 'way back from the ark. Far and wide his tips were quoted, and his base-ball stuff was noted. In political predictions he would always hit the mark. He could write upon the tariff, and he didn't seem to care if he was called off to review a book or write a poem or two: He could boil down stuff and edit, knew the value of a credit, and could hustle with the telegraph in a style excelled by few. He could tell just how a fire should be handled; as a liar he was sure to exercise a wise, discriminative taste. He was mild and yet undaunted, and no matter what was wanted he was always sure to get it first, yet never was in haste. But despite his reputation as a brainy aggregation, he was known to be deficient in a manner to provoke. For no matter when you met him he would borrow if you let him, and he seemed to have the faculty of always being broke. TOM MASSON. _HER IDEAL._