WYLDER'S HAJVD. What object could he gain, for instance, by the fib he had just told me? On second thoughts this night he coolly apprised me that he had some idea of sounding the electors. So, my meal ended, we went into the tapestry room where, the night being sharp, a pleasant bit of fire burned in the grate, and Wealdon greeted me. , My journey predisposed me to sleep. Such volumes ^' fine and various country air, and such an eight hours' rvj -ocession of all sorts of natural pictures are not tra- ipsed without effect. Sitting in my well-stuffed chair, v j elbows on the cushioned arms, the conversation of I jke and the Town Clerk now and then grew faint, and th\$r faces faded way. and little "fyttes" and fragments of those light and pleasant dreams, like fairy tales, which visit such stolen naps, superseded with their picturesque and musical illusions the realities and recollections of life. Once or twice a nod a little too deep or sudden called me up. But Lake was busy about the Dollington con- stituency, and the Town Clerk's bluff face was serious and thoughtful. It was the old question about Rogers, the brewer, and whether Lord Adleston and Sir William could not get him; or else it had gone on to the great railway contractor, Dobbs, and the question how many votes his influence was really worth; and, somehow, I never got very far into the pros and cons of these discussions, which soon subsided into the fairy tale I have mentioned, and that sweet perpendicular sleep — all the sweeter, like everything else, for being contraband and irregular. For one bout — I fancy a good deal longer than the others — my nap was much sounder than before, and I opened my eyes at last with the shudder and half horror that accompany an awakening from a general chill —a dismal and frightened sensation. I was facing a door about twenty feet distant, which