Dion Boucicault wrote and produced a vampire play entitled _The Phantom_, the scene of which was laid in the ruins of Raby Castle. Anyone remaining in these ruins for one night met with certain death before the morning. The only sign of violence to be found was a wound on the right side of the throat, but no blood was to be seen. The face of the victim was white and the gaze fixed, as though the person had died from fright. In April 1819 a story entitled “The Vampyre” appeared in _Colburn’s New Monthly Magazine_, which was attributed to Lord Byron, but which was really from the pen of Dr John William Polidori (uncle of William Michael Rossetti), who was for a time Lord Byron’s travelling physician. The work was also published separately, but the authorship was denied by Lord Byron. Polidori immediately claimed responsibility for the work, and the correspondence and statement of facts published in Rossetti’s _Diary of Doctor John William Polydori_ show how the mistake occurred. The following poem appears in the _Life of James Clerk Maxwell_, by Lewis Campbell and William Garnett, and was written by Maxwell in 1845, when he was fourteen years of age:— THE VAMPYRE COMPYLT INTO MEETER BY JAMES CLERK MAXWELL Thair is a knichte rydis through the wood, And a douchty knichte is hee. And sure hee is on a message sent, He rydis sae hastilie. Hee passit the aik, and hee passit the birk, And hee passit monie a tre, Bot plesant to him was the saugh sae slim, For beneath it hee did see The boniest ladye that ever hee saw, Scho was sae schyn and fair. And thair scho sat, beneath the saugh, Kaiming hir gowden hair. And then the knichte—“Oh ladye brichte, What chance has broucht you here? But say the word, and ye schall gang Back to your kindred dear.” Then up and spok the ladye fair— “I have nae friends or kin, Bot in a little boat I live, Amidst the waves’ loud din.” Then answered thus the douchty knichte— “I’ll follow you through all, For gin ye bee in a littel boat, The world to it seemis small.” They goed through the wood, and through the wood, To the end of the wood they came: And when they came to the end of the wood They saw the salt sea faem. And then they saw the wee, wee boat, That daunced on the top of the wave, And first got in the ladye fair, And then the knichte sae brave. They got into the wee, wee boat, And rowed wi’ a’ their micht; When the knichte sae brave, he turnit about, And lookit at the ladye bricht; He lookit at her bonnie cheik, And hee lookit at hir twa bricht eyne, Bot hir rosie cheik growe ghaistly pale, And schoe seymit as scho deid had been. The fause, fause knichte growe pale wi’ frichte, And his hair rose up on end, For gane-by days cam to his mynde, And his former luve he kenned. Then spake the ladye—“Thou, fause knichte,