"Marry, sir, mansit odor--But, sure enough, the deed was there found in a drawer of this forgotten repository, which contained many other curious old papers, now properly labelled and arranged, and which seemed to have belonged to my ancestor, the first possessor of Monkbarns.

The deed, thus strangely recovered, was the original Charter of Erection of the Abbey, Abbey Lands, and so forth, of Trotcosey, comprehending Monkbarns and others, into a Lordship of Regality in favour of the first Earl of Glengibber, a favourite of James the Sixth.

It is subscribed by the King at Westminster, the seventeenth day of January, A.D.one thousand six hundred and twelve--thirteen.

It's not worth while to repeat the witnesses' names." "I would rather," said Lovel with awakened curiosity, "I would rather hear your opinion of the way in which the deed was discovered." "Why, if I wanted a patron for my legend, I could find no less a one than Saint Augustine, who tells the story of a deceased person appearing to his son, when sued for a debt which had been paid, and directing him where, to find the discharge.* *Note D.Mr.Rutherford's dream.
But I rather opine with Lord Bacon, who says that imagination is much akin to miracle-working faith.

There was always some idle story of the room being haunted by the spirit of Aldobrand Oldenbuck, my great-great-great-grandfather--it's a shame to the English language that, we have not a less clumsy way of expressing a relationship of which we have occasion to think and speak so frequently.