This superb monument was wholly uninjured, the painting and gilding being still fresh and bright.

Behind it a flag had been removed, discovering a flight of steep stone steps, leading to a vault, or other subterranean chamber.
After looking round this chapel, Dorothy remarked, "There is something else that has just occurred to me.

When a child, a strange dark tale was told me, to the effect that the last ill-fated Abbot of Whalley laid his dying curse upon your grandmother, then an infant, predicting that she should be a witch, and the mother of witches." "I have heard the dread tradition, too," rejoined Alizon; "but I cannot, will not, believe it.

An all-benign Power will never sanction such terrible imprecations." "Far be it from me to affirm the contrary," replied Dorothy; "but it is undoubted that some families have been, and are, under the influence of an inevitable fatality.

In one respect, connected also with the same unfortunate prelate, I might instance our own family.