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And when the solemn deep church-bell

Entreats the soul to pray,

The midnight phantoms feel the spell,

The shadows sweep away.

Down the broad Vale of Tears afar,

The spectral camp is fled;

Faith shineth as a morning star,

Our ghastly fears are dead.

-LONGFELLOW

Mr. Ashford was a connection of Lady Thorndale's, and it was a