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The Unfortunate Priest And Dead Body
In a province of Prussia, a man being dead, was carri...

The Old Family Coach
A distinguished and accomplished country gentleman and ...

The Story Of A Disappearance And An Appearance
The letters which I now publish were sent to me recen...

'the Foul Fords' Or The Longformacus Farrier
"About 1820 there lived a Farrier of the name of Keane ...

Mystery Of The Coins
Dr. Funk was especially anxious to have an opportunity ...

A Man With His Head On Fire And Covered With Blood
The following singular adventure is related by a mili...

The Man At The Lift
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The Lunatic Apparition
The celebrated historian De Thou had a very singular ...

The Two Curmas
A rustic named Curma, of Tullium, near Hippo, Augustine...

The Man Who Went Too Far
The little village of St. Faith's nestles in a hol...

The Vigil Of Saint Mark Or Fatal Superstition

Rebecca was the fairest maid
That on the Danube's borders play'd;
And many a handsome nobleman
For her in tilt and tourney ran:
While she, in secret, wished to see
What youth her husband was to be.

Rebecca heard the gossips say,
"Alone, from dusk till midnight, stay
Within the church-porch drear and dark,
Upon the Vigil of St. Mark;
And, lovely maiden, you shall see
What youth your husband is to be."

Rebecca, when the night grew dark,
Upon the Vigil of St. Mark,
Observ'd by Paul, a roguish scout,
Who guess'd the task she went about,
Stepp'd to St. Stephen's church to see
What youth her husband was to be.

Rebecca heard the screech-owl cry,
And saw the black-bat round her fly;
She sat till, wild with fear at last,
Her blood grew cold, her pulse beat fast;
And yet, rash maid, she stopp'd to see
What youth her husband was to be.

Rebecca heard the midnight chime
Ring out the yawning peal of time,
When shrouded Paul, unlucky knave!
Rose, like a spectre from the grave,
And cried--"Fair maiden, come with me,
For I your bridegroom am to be."

Rebecca turned her head aside,
Sent forth a horrid shriek--and died;
While Paul confess'd himself in vain
Rebecca never spoke again.
Ah! little, hapless girl, did she
Think Death her bridegroom was to be.

Rebecca, may thy story long
Instruct the giddy and the young!
Fright not, fond youths, the timid fair:
And you, too, gentle maids, beware;
Nor seek, by dreadful arts, to see
What youths your husbands are to be.

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