The Haunted Baronet Large Print

The pretty little town of Golden Friars-standing by the margin of the lake, hemmed round by an amphitheatre of purple mountain, rich in tint and furrowed by ravines, high in air, when the tall gables and narrow windows of its ancient graystone houses, and the tower of the old church, from which every evening the curfew still rings, show like silver in the moonbeams, and the black elms that stand round throw moveless shadows upon the short level grass-is one of the most singular and beautiful sights I have ever seen.There it rises, 'as from the stroke of the enchanter's wand, ' looking so light and filmy, that you could scarcely believe it more than a picture reflected on the thin mist of night