. Jessie Grey; or, The discipline of life, a Canadian tale . it fell, thespectral light beyond was made to vanish entirely; and myfather explained how, by the reflection of the rays fromthe surface of the water, and through the windows, thefalse light that had so alarmed us was produced, and thatits apparent movement from place to place was caused bythe rippling of the water. And so the mystery turnedout to be no mystery at all, but only a few harmless raysfrom the distant lighthouse, falling upon and shiningthrough the panes of glass in our windows. All such appearances and apparent mysteries
. Jessie Grey; or, The discipline of life, a Canadian tale . it fell, thespectral light beyond was made to vanish entirely; and myfather explained how, by the reflection of the rays fromthe surface of the water, and through the windows, thefalse light that had so alarmed us was produced, and thatits apparent movement from place to place was caused bythe rippling of the water. And so the mystery turnedout to be no mystery at all, but only a few harmless raysfrom the distant lighthouse, falling upon and shiningthrough the panes of glass in our windows. All such appearances and apparent mysteries, ifproperly examined, would be found to proceed fromsome such cause, concludes Mr Grey; and a greatmany of the fearful tales of spectres and ghosts, sooften foolishly repeated and believed in, arise fromequally simple and harmless incidents. As he finishesspeaking, the canoe grates upon the stones at their ownlanding, and the children spring ashore, resolving neverto be very much frightened by a ghost-story, until theyhave well examined the cause of fear,. A CHAPTER V. There is a Reaper, whose name is Death, And with his sickle keen,He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. —LONGFELLOW. IME passes quickly and quietly away,making very little change in the happyhome-life at the Greys. The autumnfrost has touched with his icy wand the leavesof trees and shrubs, and we find them dressed inmore gorgeous robes than when last we saw possible, the shores and islands that confineand adorn the noble old river are lovelier thanbefore, but there is no change in it; its watersstill hurry with the same resistless power—onto their burial in the great ocean ! It is almost the last of October. The road36
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