It was a solitary farm-house, of considerable size, surrounded by an extensive garden, and had only been recently converted to its present melancholy use.

Near it was a barn, also fitted up with beds for the sick.

On approaching the pest-house, Mr.Bloundel was greatly struck with the contrast presented by its exterior to the misery he knew to be reigning within.

Its situation was charming,--in the midst, as has just been stated, of a large and, until recently, well-cultivated garden, and seen under the influence of a bright and genial May day, the whole place looked the picture of healthfulness and comfort.

But a closer view speedily dispelled the illusion, and showed that it was the abode of disease and death.