A most portentous trial waits thee now— Woman’s bright eyes and dazzling snowy brow.—MOORE. The torrents had been so terribly swollen and overflowed, and the roads so dreadfully washed and guttered by the tempest and flood of the preceding evening, that the travellers found the greatest difficulty in pursuing their journey, often having to turn back miles on this road to take another way, and often being obliged to search leagues up and down the course of a river, to find a practicable ford. Therefore it was near night-fall when they crossed the last range of forest-crowned mountains, and descended into the wooded valley that lay between them and White Cliffs. A winding road through the woods brought them to the house. The full moon was rising East of the cliffs, and casting their shadow back across the house and lawn. The mansion was a lofty edifice of white stone, with terraced roof, and many irregular, projecting wings. The tall trees surrounding the buildings, the lofty cliffs rising behind them, the dark shadow falling on all; the hour, the silence, and the solitude, gave an air of refreshing coolness and deep repose to the scene. On turning an angle of the building, they saw the drawing-room windows open, and the light from them gleaming out cheerfully across that part of the lawn. At that moment a servant, waiting at the hall door, came down to take their horses. “All well at home, Dandy?” inquired Captain Clifton, as he dismounted, and threw him the reins. “Sarvint, sir. All very well,” replied the man, touching his hat. Captain Clifton led the way up into the hall adjoining the drawing-room, where they were met by an old gentleman, who seized both of Clifton’s hands, and shook them slowly and cordially, as he said, dropping each word separately, with a hearty, luscious emphasis— “Why—my—dear—boy—how glad I am—to see you!” “And I am very happy to be with you, sir; and to find you looking so well. Allow me to introduce to your acquaintance—Lieutenant Fairfax, of my company,” said Captain Clifton, presenting his friend. “Glad to see him! Glad to see Mr. Fairfax! Glad to welcome any friend of my nephew’s to Clifton. How-do-you-do, sir? Knew your relative, Lord Fairfax, of Greenway Courthouse. Excessively fond of hunting. Kept bachelor’s hall. Very great mistake, that—very! Hope you won’t follow his example! Fine man, however, and I honor his memory! Come in, sir! come in! Come in, Archy! My—dear—boy—I’m—so—del—_ighted_ to see you!” Whenever he spoke to his nephew, he seemed to dwell upon each separate syllable with a cordiality impossible to describe.