There seems to be no doubt that these are the bones of the last Squire, who disappeared mysteriously more than a hundred years ago, in consequence of a love affair, I'm told.
It looks like foul play; but, if so, the account has long since passed out of the hands of man.
Yours ever, David E.Mainwaring.
P.S .-- I reopen this to say that Squire Parkyn has accepted my offer for the chimney-piece.

Let me hear soon that you'll come and look at it and give me your opinion.
THE TWO HOUSEHOLDERS.
_Extract from the Memoirs of Gabriel Foot, Highwayman._ I will say this--speaking as accurately as a man may, so long afterwards--that when first I spied the house it put no desire in me but just to give thanks.
For conceive my case.

It was near mid-night, and ever since dusk I had been tramping the naked moors, in the teeth of as vicious a nor'-wester as ever drenched a man to the skin, and then blew the cold home to his marrow.

My clothes were sodden; my coat-tails flapped with a noise like pistol-shots; my boots squeaked as I went.

Overhead, the October moon was in her last quarter, and might have been a slice of finger-nail for all the light she afforded.