The Wilmingtonian, and Delaware advertiser., 1827-01-11

CO., So the girl ventured with the wine te
her father; and the guests found it excel
lent without knowing any thing as to whence
it came.
Henceforward, as often as there was
party invited to the house, Isabel went to
fetch wine in the little frkin from the syn
Hausen.-They did not, however, continue
TO enjoy the benefit of 1t; the neighbours be-
gan to wonder where the poor gentleman
met with such excellent wine; none equal to
it in the country. The father would inform
nobody. nor would Isabel bctray the secret
Uuluckily. just opposite to them lived the
landlord OF the village inn, who dealt as
largely as he couldip adulterated spirits dc,
among others, had also had taste OF the
knights wine; and thought he to himself,
my friend, .ycu mix this with ten times ITS
body of water, and sell it for good wine still
Where the devil can YOU contriNe to get 1t
FROM He resolved to watch: and he fol-
lowed the daughter as she went for it about
the fourteenth time, with her little hrkin to-
wards the kvif IIausen hill lie hid him
self, and saw her come the exact way from
the old cellar, with her firkin quite full,
shortly afterwards. Accordingly, next even
ing, he set out himself, having first rolled in
to little cart one of the largest empty bar
rels he could find, intending to fill it with
the same precious kind of liquor. He
thought it would be easy to convey down bill;
and he made 4 vow to return every night
until the cellar became empty. As he A.
preached the spot where he had marked the
path the day before, the sky sndlenly began
to grow dark and lowering. The wind rose,
and whistled portcntously OF the gathering
rain, which soon fell IN torrents. The temp
est carried him and his hollow tnb i'om one
side Of the road to the olher. NJ last down
the hill he went, and continued to TAIL deep
er and decpcr, until he i.nlly found himself
lodged in the burial vault.
Here there appeared an awful procession
before his eycs--a regular funeral, bier
hung With black. and hi, wife and fonr neigh.
bours, whom he recognized easily enough
by their gait and garments following it,
wake. At this sight he very naturally faint
ed and on recovering some hours afterwards
he still found himself in the dimly lighted
vault and heard right over his head the old
familiar steeple bell ct lilleda strike twelve
Now he knew 1t was the witchinS hour, and
that he was there living under the church
and the burial ground OF the village iii 4
gloomy vaalt. lie was certainly more deat
than alive, and scarcely ventared to breathe
But sec Il mouk now approaching him slow
" down the narrow steps, opens the Naul
door, and in perfect silence puts some mon.
ey in his hand, and then taking him in hi
arms, he laid him down at the foot OF the
mountain.
1t was cold fro ty night. by degree,
the good host came little TO himself, and
crept without either vine or wine casks. as
far as home. 1t struck one just as he reach
cd it, ana found himself 50 unwell that he
found that he must take to his bed. lii the
course Of three days he died, and the money
which he had brought home, given him b.
the ghostly monk, was just sufficient tn dc.
fray his funeral expenses; his wife and foul
neighbours, as.he had seen them, following
him to the grave.