The following evening was very wet: indeed it poured down tin dawn; and, as I took my morning walk round the house, I observed the master's window swinging open and the rain driving straight in. He cannot be in bed, those showers would drench him through. He must either be up or out. But make no more ado, l'll go boldly and look. the Having succeeded in obtaining entrance with another key, I ran to unclog in. panels, for the chamber was vacant; quickly pushing them aside, I pceped Mr. Cliff was there aid on his back. His eyes met mine so keen and fierce, I started; and then he seemed to smile. I could not think him dead; but his face and throat were washed with rain; the bedclothes dripped, and he was perfectly still. The lattice, flapping to and fro, had grazed one hand that rested on the sill; no blood trickled from the broken skin, and when I put my fingers to it, I could doubt no more: he was dead and stark! tried to hasped the window; I combed his long black hair from his forehead; exultation close his eyes: to extinguish, if possible, that frightful, life-like gaze of at my before any one else beheld it. They would not shut; they seemed to snecr attempts: and his parted lips and sharp white teeth sneered too!