picturesque groups of trees, and little neat cottages, descended from the declivity into the vale. A rosy-coloured morning vapour was still sweetly blended with the bluish colorit of the back ground, and, where it was less intense, exhibited to our view some part of a village, the lower part of a rock, or trees whose tops towered above the vaporous ocean. The castle, whose scite we also could descry only partially, was not far distant; and the morning sun reflected with radiant splendor from its flaming windows. It was, with its light-green trees, fairy-like suspended in the misty back-ground.
We arrived at length at the park; and one of our servants (I do not recollect whether it was Alfonso, or that of the Count) began to repeat to us the information he had gathered from the landlord in whose house we had slept the preceding night, with regard to the Lord of the Manor. He was a misanthrope, secluded from the world by misfortunes, who edu-cated
