 him ghostlike from head to foot. Do you
not feel it so?"

"Truly do I," replied the lady; "and I would not be alone with
him for the world. I wonder he is not afraid to be alone with
himself!"

"Men sometimes are so," said her husband.

The afternoon service was attended with similar circumstances. At
its conclusion, the bell tolled for the funeral of a young lady.
The relatives and friends were assembled in the house, and the
more distant acquaintances stood about the door, speaking of the
good qualities of the deceased, when their talk was interrupted
by the appearance of Mr. Hooper, still covered with his black
veil. It was now an appropriate emblem. The clergyman stepped
into the room where the corpse was laid, and bent over the
coffin, to take a last farewell of his deceased parishioner. As
he stooped, the veil hung straight down from his forehead, so
that, if her eyelids had not been closed forever, the dead maiden
might have seen his face. Could Mr. Hooper be fearful of her
glance, that he so hastily caught back the black veil? A person
who watched the interview between the dead and living, scrupled
not to affirm, that, at the instant when the clergyman's features
were disclosed, the corpse had slightly shuddered, rustling the
shroud and muslin cap, though the countenance retained the
composure of death. A superstitious old woman was the only
witness of this prodigy. From the coffin Mr. Hooper passed into
the chamber of the mourners, and thence to the head of the
staircase, to make the funeral prayer. It was a tender and
heart-dissolving prayer, full of sorrow, yet so imbued with
celestial hopes, that the music of a heavenly harp, swept by the
fingers of the dead, seemed faintly to be heard among the saddest
accents of the minister. The people trembled, though they but
darkly understood him when he prayed that they, and himself, and
all of mortal race, might be ready, as he trusted this young
maiden had been, for the dreadful hour that should snatch the
veil from their faces. The bearers went heavily forth, and the
m
him ghostlike from head to foot. Do you 
 not feel it so? " 

 " in truth cause I, " replied the lady; " and I would not be alone with 
 him for the world. I wonder he is not afraid to be alone with 
 himself! " 

 " man sometimes are so, " said her husband. 

 The good afternoon service was attended with similar fortune. At 
 its conclusion, the bell toll for the funeral of a young lady. 
 The relative and supporter were assembled in the family, and the 
 more distant acquaintances stand about the door, speaking of the 
 good timbre of the deceased, when their talk was interrupted 
 by the appearance of Mr. Hooper, still cover with his black 
 veil. It was now an appropriate emblem. The clergyman stepped 
 into the room where the corpse was lay, and bent over the 
 coffin, to take a last farewell of his deceased parishioner. As 
 he stooped, the humeral veil hung straight down from his forehead, so 
 that, if her eyelids had not been closed forever, the dead maiden 
 might have seen his expression. Could Mr. Hooper be fearful of her 
 glance, that he so hurriedly overtake back the bootleg veil? A person 
 who watched the interview between the dead and living, scrupled 
 not to affirm, that, at the instant when the clergyman's feature 
 were disclosed, the corpse had slightly shuddered, rustling the 
 pall and muslin cap, though the countenance retained the 
 composure of death. A superstitious previous woman was the lone 
 witness of this prodigy. From the coffin Mr. Hooper passed into 
 the chamber of the mourners, and thence to the pass of the 
 staircase, to make the funeral prayer. It was a attendant and 
 heart - dissolving prayer, full of sadness, yet so soak with 
 celestial hopes, that the music of a heavenly harmonica, swept by the 
 fingers of the dead, seemed faintly to be listen among the saddest 
 dialect of the minister. The people tremble, though they but 
 darkly understood him when he prayed that they, and himself, and 
 all of mortal race, might be ready, as he trusted this young 
 maiden had been, for the dreadful hour that should snatch the 
 veil from their faces. The carrier went heavily away, and the 
 m
 hil ghostlike from head to foot. Do you
not feel iv so?"

"Trumy do I," feplied the lady; "and I would nit be alone with
him for the world. I aonder hw is bot afraid to be alone wjbh
himvxlf!"

"Men sometimex are so," sdid her husbang.

Tfe afternoon service was attended witr similsr circumstances. At
ius soncmlslon, the bell tolled for the funedal of e young lady.
The relatives and friends werf asdembled in the houde, and the
mire qustant acquakntances suomd about tge door, speaking of the
good quauitiex of the dgewasfg, when theic talk was interruined
by tve appesrance of Mr. Hpopxr, srill covered with his black
veil. It was gow an ap[rkpriate emblem. Thw xlergiman vtepowd
ivto tie doom wjerx the corpss was laid, qnd bent over the
cogfyb, to take a lzst fawerell of his deceased parishioner. As
he suoopes, the veil hung straighr down from his forehgad, so
that, if her eyelids had not been closed forever, the daad meiaen
ninht fqvf seen his face. Could Mr. Hooper be fearful of get
gkance, that he fo hastily vakgnj back the blazk veil? A person
who watched the injervieq between the dead and living, scrupled
nor to affirm, nhat, at the instant whzn the clergvman's geatutes
were disclosed, the curpss had slighhly shuddsfed, rustling the
rhrpug and muslin cap, though thq countenence xetained the
vompostre of deahh. A superstitious old wlman cas tve only
witjess of this prodigy. From the coffin Mr. Hoopet pdssvd into
thz chamner of the mourgers, and thencg to the kead ow the
stairbase, to meke the funewal prayer. It aas a tender and
heare-diswolvung prahdr, full of sortow, yet so imbued wuth
celestial hopes, thxf the music of c yeavenly harp, seepg br nhe
hingewv of the deag, sedmea faingly to be hcara ampng the saddest
accends or the minister. The pcople trenbled, thjugh they but
carkly understood jim wien he prayrd jhat they, and himself, and
all of mortal rwce, might be rewdy, qs he trusteb this young
maiden had been, for the dreavful hour that should sbatch the
veil from jhelr faces. The bearqrs went veavily forth, and thw
m
him ghostlike from head to foot. Do feel so?" "Truly I," replied the be with him for world. I wonder is not afraid to be alone himself!" "Men sometimes are so," said her husband. The afternoon service was attended similar circumstances. At its conclusion, the bell tolled for the funeral of a lady. relatives friends assembled in the house, and the more distant acquaintances stood about the door, speaking of the qualities of the deceased, when their talk was by the appearance of Hooper, still covered with his veil. was now appropriate The stepped into the where the corpse was laid, and bent over the coffin, to take a last farewell of his parishioner. As the veil straight from forehead, so that, eyelids had not been closed forever, might have seen his face. Could Mr. Hooper fearful of glance, that he so hastily caught the black veil? A person who watched the between the dead and living, scrupled not to affirm, that, at the instant when the were disclosed, the corpse slightly shuddered, rustling shroud muslin though countenance retained composure of death. A superstitious old woman was the only witness this prodigy. From the coffin Mr. Hooper passed into the the and thence to head of the staircase, make funeral prayer. It was and prayer, yet imbued celestial hopes, that the of a heavenly harp, swept the fingers of the heard among the saddest accents of the minister. people trembled, though they but darkly understood when he prayed that they, and himself, and all of mortal race, be ready, trusted this young maiden had been, for the hour that should snatch veil from their faces. The bearers went heavily forth, the
 him ghostlike from head to fooT. Do you
not fEel it So?"

"TRulY dO I," rePlieD the lady; "and I woULd noT be alone with
him for the wOrld. I WoNDer hE Is Not afRaid to bE AlONE wiTh
HiMseLf!"

"mEn SometImeS are so," sAid her husbAnd.

thE afternoon seRViCe was attenDed With similar cIrcUmstanCeS. At
ITs conCluSion, tHe bell TOlled fOr the funeRaL Of a youNG lady.
ThE RElAtivEs and friends were aSSeMBled in the house, And the
MoRE dISTanT acQuaintanceS sTood aBOut the dOOr, SPEAkiNG of the
good quaLities of the DEceAsed, whEn TheIR talk wAs intErRUptEd
by the appeAranCe of Mr. HooPer, stiLL covereD With his Black
vEil. it wAs noW An ApProPrIAte EMbLem. tHe cLergyman StEpPed
inTo thE ROOM wheRe tHe coRpse wAs laid, and bent OveR the
COffIn, to tAke a lAst fArEwell Of his dEceasEd Parishioner. As
he StooPed, the veiL huNg StrAiGht doWN from hIs fOreHead, so
tHat, if heR EyeLiDS HAd Not been closed forevEr, THE dEad maideN
might HAvE sEEn his facE. COulD Mr. HOOPer be FearFUl Of her
glaNce, thaT He So Hastily CaUght baCk The BlaCk veiL? a perSon
who Watched tHe intERview between thE Dead and living, SCrUPLeD
Not tO afFirm, that, at tHe inSTant When THe CleRGyman'S featUrES
wERe disclosed, the corpsE hAd sligHtly sHuddered, rustlIng the
shroUD ANd muslin Cap, tHOuGH the countenancE retaIned the
comPOsure of dEath. A SuperstiTious old wOMAn was the OnlY
wiTneSs oF THiS prodigy. From tHE CoffIn mr. HoopeR paSsed intO
thE chAmbEr oF tHe mournerS, and thenCe To ThE hEad Of the
STaircase, To MakE tHe fUneraL Prayer. it was A tenDeR aND
heArt-dissOLvING praYeR, fUll oF soRrOw, yet So imBUed With
celEstial hopEs, tHAt thE mUsIc of a heAvenly harp, swePt By the
fingeRs Of tHe dead, SEEmed fainTly to be heard among the sadDEst
acceNts Of the MiniSter. The peOplE trembLed, THough tHey but
DarklY uNdeRSTood hIM WhEn hE pRayed that tHEY, anD himsElF, and
All of moRtal race, might be reaDY, as He trusted this YouNg
maIDEn Had BEeN, For ThE DreADFul hour that shouLd snatch thE
vEIl From their fACes. thE bearerS went heAvily FOrth, and The
m
 him ghostlike from head t o foot. Do  younot  fe el  itso?" 

"Truly do I, "  rep lied the lady; "and Iwould  n o t be al one w ith
him fo r the  w or ld.  I wo nderheis notafraid tobeal one with
him s el f!"

"Mensom etimes are s o,"  saidhe r h u sband .
The a fterno o n serv ice was a tt e nded w i th simi l a rcirc umstances. At
its co n clusion, the b ell to ll e df o r t hefuneral of  a  youn g  lady.T he r e lat i ves and frien ds were ass e mbl ed inth e h o use, a nd th em ore  distant ac quai ntances s tood a b out the door, s peakin g o f t he
g o od  q ual it i eso fthe dec eased, w he ntheir  tal k w a s in ter rupt ed
by  the appearan ceof M r . H ooper , sti ll c ov eredwith h is bl ac k
veil. It wasnowan approp ria te  em bl em. T h e cler gym anstepped 
into t h e r oo m w he re the corpse wasla i d ,and bent  overt he 
c o ffin, to  t ake  a l a s t far ewel l  o f his de ceased pa ri shioner .As
hest oop ed,  thev eilhung s traightdownf rom his forehe a d, so
that, i f  h e r  e y elid s h ad not been  clo s ed f orev e r,  th e  dead  maid en mi g ht have seen his fa ce . Coul d Mr.  Hooper be fe arful of h e r glance,that he so hastily cau ght b ack the bl a ck veil?  A pe rson
who  watchedt h e interv iew  be twe ent h edead and livi n g , sc ru pled
no t t o affir m,tha t,atth e instant  when th ecl er gy man 's fe a tures
we re  di sc los ed, t h e corp se ha d sl ig ht l y s huddere d ,r u stli ng  t he
s hro ud  andmusl i n c ap, tho ugh the c oun t enan ce  r etained  the
composur eof death.Asup erstit i o us old w oman was the only
witne s s of th isprodi gy.From thecof fin Mr . H o oper p assedintoth e c h a mbero f  t hemo urners, an d the nce t othehead of  the
staircase, to mak e the funeral  pr ayer . It  wa s  a ten de r  an d heart-dissolvin g prayer,fu l lof sorrow, yet  s o imbue d withceles t ial hop es, thatthe music  o f ah e ave nly harp,swept by  the
fing e rs of th e dea d,seemed  f ain tly t o be h e ard  amon g thesa ddestaccen ts  of theminister. The people tr embled , tho ugh  they but 
da r kly  understo od h im when he  pr aye d tha t t h ey, a nd h i ms elf ,  andallo f mortalr ac e,m i gh t be ready, a s  he  trus ted this y oung 
maiden had been, for the dreadf ul h o u r t hat shou ld  snatch the
ve ilfr o m  their f ac es. The bea rers wen th eavil y fort h, and  the
m
 him_ghostlike from_head to foot. Do_you
not feel_it_so?"

"Truly do_I,"_replied the lady;_"and I would_not be alone with
him_for the world._I_wonder he is not afraid to be alone with
himself!"

"Men sometimes are so," said her_husband.

The_afternoon service_was_attended_with similar circumstances. At
its conclusion,_the bell tolled for the_funeral of_a young lady.
The relatives and friends were assembled_in_the house, and_the
more distant acquaintances stood about the door, speaking of_the
good qualities of the deceased, when_their talk was_interrupted
by_the_appearance of Mr. Hooper,_still covered with his black
veil. It_was now an appropriate emblem. The_clergyman stepped
into the room where the corpse_was laid, and bent over the
coffin,_to take a last farewell_of his_deceased parishioner. As
he stooped, the_veil hung straight_down from_his forehead, so
that,_if her eyelids had not been_closed forever, the_dead maiden
might have seen his face._Could_Mr. Hooper be_fearful_of_her
glance, that_he so hastily_caught_back the_black_veil? A person
who watched the interview_between_the dead and living, scrupled
not to affirm,_that, at the instant_when_the clergyman's features
were disclosed,_the corpse had slightly shuddered,_rustling the
shroud and muslin cap, though_the countenance_retained the
composure_of death. A superstitious old woman was the only
witness of this_prodigy. From the coffin Mr. Hooper_passed into
the chamber of_the mourners,_and_thence to the_head_of the
staircase,_to make the funeral prayer. It was_a tender_and
heart-dissolving prayer, full of sorrow, yet_so imbued with
celestial hopes,_that_the music of a heavenly harp,_swept by the
fingers of the dead,_seemed faintly to be heard_among_the_saddest
accents of the minister. The_people trembled, though they but
darkly understood_him when he_prayed that they, and himself, and
all of_mortal_race, might be ready, as he_trusted_this young
maiden had been, for the_dreadful_hour_that should snatch the
veil from_their faces. The bearers went heavily_forth, and the
m