vancing a few steps towards it, I fancied to discern some known lineaments. The smoke was now entirely evaporated, and the vision hovered clear and discernable before our gazing looks; I shuddered back when I beheld the exact image of Baron T——— before me. His tall slender figure, clad in a white night gown, struck our senses with awe, as he stood motionless before us—his looks denoted a man in the agony of death, his long black hair covered partly his pallid woe-worn cheeks, floating in a grisly manner down his shoulders.
The vision stared at me and my companions with a ghastly rueful aspect, it made my blood congeal, thrilling my soul with deadly horror; my hair rose up like bristles, and I staggered back towards my friends, who were standing by the door like lifeless statues, their faces wan, their looks bewildered—they resembled midnight spectres, just risen from the yawning grave. I collected all the small relics of courage, advancing again some pacestowards
