u Do you really wish to hear T * I asked. 



" Yes ; of course I do," replied Napoleon. 



" The story is about a young man who became 

 insane when he heard that his sweetheart was dead. 

 Thinking she had gone to the Dismal Swamp, he 

 followed her and was lost I have always remem- 

 bered some of the lines. Here are a few : 



' They made her a grave, too cold and damp 



For a soul so warm and true ; 

 And she 's gone to the Lake of the Dismal Swamp, 

 Where, all night long, by a firefly lamp, 



She paddles her white canoe, 



1 And her firefly lamp I soon shall see. 

 And her paddle I soon shall hear. 1 



These are all I know, Heck, except the last three 

 verses. If you wish to hear any more, and are not 

 afraid of the ghosts, I will continue." 



" It is not very amusing to be cut off in the 

 midst of a ballad," replies my friend, " is it, Mrs. 

 lt 



" Oh, I do not know why Ned wishes to memo- 

 rize such sad and doleful lines! He is always 

 quoting about phantoms just at this time of night, 

 \\lii-h is enough to frighten people out of their 

 wits. You may recite the remaining verses to Mr. 

 Heckscher if you wish, but 7 am going in. I can- 

 not hoar anything more about the Dismal Swamp 

 to-night; I should nt sleep a wink." 



