4

THE POLLARDS

There's something in his soul,
O'er which his melancholy sits on brood.
HAMLET.

Fearful as the experiences of this day had been, they were not yet at an end for me. Indeed, the most remarkable were to come. As I sat in this room of death it was not far from midnight I suddenly heard voices at the door, and Mrs. Gannon came in with Dr. Farnham.