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“With features horribler than Hell e’er traced On its own brood; no Demon of the waste, No church-yard ghoul, caught lingering in the light Of the blest sun, e’er blasted human sight With lineaments so foul, so fierce as those The Impostor now, in grinning mockery shows.” “W��� I reached the house I found the company above enumerated seated in the parlor, and all most anxiously awaiting the appearance of the individual who was to afford us entertainment, and, if possible, some instruction also. For awhile it appeared that we were doomed to be disappointed. The expected party had promised to attend at thirty minutes to eight, and it was nearly that time already, and still there were no signs of his coming; but, as St. Eustache tolled out the half hour, a ring at the door-bell