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Light up the mansion, spread the festive board;

Welcome the gay, the noble, and the fair!

Through the bright hall in joyous concert poured,

Let mirth and music sound the dirge of care!

But ask thou not if happiness be there,

If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,

Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear;

Lift not the festal mask!--enough to know

No scene of mortal life but teems with mortal woe!

--WALTER SCOTT.

The whole front of Black Hall blazed with festive lights; and these

lights were all reflected in the dark waters of the lake, and by the

glowing foliage of the trees that clothed the mountains, and by the

sparkling spray of the cascades that sprung from the rocks on the other

side.

The space immediately before the house was crowded with carriages of

every description, from the splendid open barouche to the comfortable

family coach and the plain gig.

The portico and passages in front of the house were thronged with

arriving guests and waiting attendants ready to show them to the

dressing-rooms, which were lighted and warmed, and supplied with every

convenience for the completion of the toilets.

The drawing-room and dancing saloon brilliantly lighted by chandeliers,

and beautifully decorated with festoons of dark bright evergreens and

wreaths of gorgeous autumn leaves and bouquets of splendid autumn

flowers, stood ready with wide open doors to welcome the company.

At the hall door, at the head of the servants, stood Mr. Joseph Joy the

house steward, and Miss Tabitha Winterose the housekeeper, both

disgusted with the heathenish costumes, distracted with the confusion,

disapproving of the whole proceedings, yet determined to do their duty.

Their duty was to see that the men and maids did theirs, in showing

the gentlemen and ladies to their dressing-rooms. They had both in turn

been astonished, scandalized, and appalled by the grotesque figures that

had passed them. But their manner of expressing their sentiments was

quite different.

Joseph Joy stared, wondered, and shook his head.

Miss Tabby sighed, whimpered, and moralized.

"I feel as if I had been drinking for a week, and had a lively sort of a

nightmare! Here comes another ghoul, in a false face and black gown and

hood! Now, how is anybody to tell what it is? Whether it is a tall woman

or a short man? Gentleman, or lady, if your honor pleases?" said Joseph

Joy, addressing himself to a black domino that just then came up.

"Gentleman," answered the unknown.

"Pass to the right, then, if you please, sir! Here Alick, show this

gentleman in the black shroud to the gentlemen's dressing-room."

A trembling darky came forward and took charge of this terrific

personage.

"Ah, my goodness! no good will ever come of this!" sighed Miss Tabby.