We cannot be far from it." "Yonder it is," replied Leonard, pointing to the little habitation, which lay at a field's distance from them--"and we are certain to meet with him, for I hear the notes of his pipe." Nor was he deceived, for as they crossed the field, and approached the cottage, the sounds of a melancholy air played on the pipe became each instant more distinct.

Before entering the gate, they paused for a moment to listen to the music, and Leonard could not help contrasting the present neglected appearance of the garden with the neatness it exhibited when he last saw it.

It was overgrown with weeds, while the drooping flowers seemed to bemoan the loss of their mistress.

Leonard's gaze involuntarily wandered in search of the old apple-tree, and he presently discovered it.

It was loaded with fruit, and the rounded sod beneath it proclaimed the grave of the ill-fated Dame Lucas.
Satisfied with this survey, Leonard opened the gate, but had no sooner set foot in the garden than the loud barking of a dog was heard, and Bell rushed forth.