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be no other than Allan's old enemy. Under this apprehension, I did what I could to dissuade Allan from accompanying me—but he seemed bent upon going, and even pleased himself with the notion, that it might lie within his ability to do the unhappy man some service.

So he went with me. When we came to the house, which was in Soho-Square, we discovered that it was indeed the man—the identical Matravis, who had done all that mischief in times past-but not in a condition to excite any other sensation than pity in a heart more hard than Allan's.

Intense pain had brought on a delirium-we perceived this on first entering the room-for the wretched man was raving to himself-talking idly in mad unconnected sentences,--that yet seemed, at times, to have a reference to past facts.

One while he told us his dream. “ He had lost his way on a great heath, to which there seemed no end—it was cold, cold, cold—and dark, very dark -an old woman in leading-strings, blind, was groping about for a guide”-and then he frightened me,- for he seemed disposed to be jocular, and sang a song about "an old woman clothed in grey, ” and said “ he did not believe in a devil.”

Presently he bid us “not tell Allan Clare"

Allan was hanging over him at that very moment, sobbing.- I could not resist the impulse, but cried out, this is Allan Clare-Allan Clare is come to see you, my dear Sir,”—The wretched man did not hear me, I believe, for he turned his head away, and began talking of charnel houses, and dead men, and " whether they knew any thing that passed in their coffins."

Matravis died that night.




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