ch there were several, some of colored glass, others of some other material, were simply thrust back into receptacles within the wall itself, which was five or six feet thic

red in color. Though beautiful, it was somewhat somber, as the light was not strong. At all events, that is how it struck me at first on coming in from the bright sunlight. Nor, it appeared, was I alone in experiencing such a feeling. As soon as we were inside, the old ge

re immediatel

hey did not stare at me, but I, of course, saw the expression on their faces, and noticed that the others who had made my acquaintance at the gra

rrying the corpse, and he now turned to me and remarked: "You have been a

suddenly before me like a celestial vision. Sunshine, wind, cloud and rain had evidently inspired the artist who designed it, but I did not at the time understand the meaning of the symbolic figures appearing in the picture. Below, with loosened dark golden-red hair and amber-colored garments fluttering in the wind, stood a graceful female figure on the summit of a gray rock; over the rock, and as high as her knees, slanted the thin branches of some mountain shrub, the strong wind even now stripping them of their remaining yellow and russet leaves, whirling them aloft and away. Round the woman's head was a garland of ivy leaves, and she was gazing aloft with expectant f

-third the size of life, of a young woman seated on a white bull with golden horns. She had a graceful figure and beautiful countenance; the face, arms and feet were alabaster, the flesh tinted, but with colors more delicate than in nature. On her arms were broad golden armlets, and the drapery, a long flowing robe, was blue, embroidered with yellow flowers. A stringed ins

O lovely daughter of Agenor, when that celestial animal, that masquerading god, put himself so cunningly in your way to be admired and caressed, until you un

oletta. The picture was a winter landscape. The earth was white, not with snow, but with hoar frost; the distant trees, clothed by the frozen moisture as if with a feathery foliage, looked misty against the whitey-blue wintry sky. In the foreground, on the pale frosted grass, stood the girl, in a dark maroon dress, with silver embroidery o

have mentioned as having raised Yoletta from the ground at the grave ca

eturned; "she is p

her;" and then, when I looked at him incredulously, he pointed to some

words, I hazarded the remark tha

with surprise in his accent; and then he turned aside,

nd remarked, pointing to the statue I have spoken of:

mile, he added: "How could you possibly know unless you were told? No, that is Mistrelde. It was formerly the custo

ifferent way in which he spoke of centuries in connection with this

ta here, and that and the resemblance misled you. You must know that there has always been a Yoletta in this house. This was the daughter of Mistrelde

d, wondering if it was all tru

nd we quitted that room where it had