came in, "Who is the pretty forlorn-looking child who has been
peeping out of that closet all night?" The maid replied by giving a
loud scream, and instantly decamping. She was surprised; but she
was a woman of remarkable strength of mind, and she dressed herself
and went downstairs, and closeted herself with her brother. "Now,
Walter," she said, "I have been disturbed all night by a pretty,
forlorn-looking boy, who has been constantly peeping out of that
closet in my room, which I can't open. This is some trick." "I am
afraid not, Charlotte," said he, "for it is the legend of the house.
It is the Orphan Boy. What did he do?" "He opened the door
softly," said she, "and peeped out. Sometimes, he came a step or
two into the room. Then, I called to him, to encourage him, and he
shrunk, and shuddered, and crept in again, and shut the door." "The
closet has no communication, Charlotte," said her brother, "with any
other part of the house, and it's nailed up." This was undeniably
true, and it took two carpenters a whole forenoon to get it open,
for examination. Then, she was satisfied that she had seen the
Orphan Boy. But, the wild and terrible part of the story is, that
he was also seen by three of her brother's sons, in succession, who
all died young. On the occasion of each child being taken ill, he
came home in a heat, twelve hours before, and said, Oh, Mamma, he
had been playing under a particular oak-tree, in a certain meadow,
with a strange boy--a pretty, forlorn-looking boy, who was very
timid, and made signs! From fatal experience, the parents came to
know that this was the Orphan Boy, and that the course of that child
whom he chose for his little playmate was surely run.

Legion is the name of the German castles, where we sit up alone to
wait for the Spectre--where we are shown into a room, made
comparatively cheerful for our reception--where we glance round at