Many a cigar had been smoked within his premises , many a glass of wine or more potent aqua vitæ had been quaffed , many a dinner had been eaten , by curious strangers who , save for the fortunate conjunction of Mr. Tiffany and me , would never have ventured through that darksome avenue which gives access to the historic precincts of the Province House . In short , if any credit be due to the courteous assurances of Mr. Thomas Waite , we had brought his forgotten mansion almost as effectually into public view as if we had thrown down the vulgar range of shoe-shops and dry-good stores which hides its aristocratic front from Washington street . It may be unadvisable , however , to speak too loudly of the increased custom of the house , lest Mr. Waite should find it difficult to renew the lease on so favorable terms as heretofore . Being thus welcomed as benefactors , neither Mr. Tiffany nor myself felt any scruple in doing full justice to the good things that were set before us . If the feast were less magnificent than those same panelled walls had witnessed in a bygone century ; if mine host presided with somewhat less of state than might have befitted a successor of the royal governors ; if the guests made a less imposing show than the bewigged and powdered and embroidered dignitaries who erst banqueted at the gubernatorial table and now sleep within their armorial tombs on Copp 's Hill or round King 's Chapel , -- yet never , I may boldly say , did a more comfortable little party assemble in the province-house from Queen Anne 's days to the Revolution . The occasion was rendered more interesting by the presence of a venerable personage whose own actual reminiscences went back to the epoch of Gage and Howe , and even supplied him with a doubtful anecdote or two of Hutchinson . He was one of that small , and now all but extinguished , class whose attachment to royalty , and to the colonial institutions and customs that were connected with it , had never yielded to the democratic heresies of after-times . The young queen of Britain has not a more loyal subject in her realm -- perhaps not one who would kneel before her throne with such reverential love -- as this old grandsire whose head has whitened beneath the mild sway of the republic which still in his mellower moments he terms a usurpation . Yet prejudices so obstinate have not made him an ungentle or impracticable companion . If the truth must be told , the life of the aged loyalist has been of such a scrambling and unsettled character -- he has had so little choice of friends and been so often destitute of any -- that I doubt whether he would refuse a cup of kindness with either Oliver Cromwell or John Hancock , to say nothing of any democrat now upon the stage . In another paper of this series I may perhaps give the reader a closer glimpse of his portrait . Our host in due season uncorked a bottle of Madeira of such exquisite perfume and admirable flavor that he surely must have discovered it in an ancient bin down deep beneath the deepest cellar where some jolly old butler stored away the governor 's choicest wine and forgot to reveal the secret on his death-bed . Peace to his red-nosed ghost and a libation to his memory ! This precious liquor was imbibed by Mr. Tiffany with peculiar zest , and after sipping the third glass it was his pleasure to give us one of the oddest legends which he had yet raked from the storehouse where he keeps such matters . With some suitable adornments from my own fancy , it ran pretty much as follows . * * * * * Not long after Colonel Shute had assumed the government of Massachusetts Bay -- now nearly a hundred and twenty years ago -- a young lady of rank and fortune arrived from England to claim his protection as her guardian . He was her distant relative , but the nearest who had survived the gradual extinction of her family ; so that no more eligible shelter could be found for the rich and high-born Lady Eleanore Rochcliffe than within the province-house of a Transatlantic colony . The consort of Governor Shute , moreover , had been as a mother to her childhood , and was now anxious to receive her in the hope that a beautiful young woman would be exposed to infinitely less peril from the primitive society of New England than amid the artifices and corruptions of a court . If either the governor or his lady had especially consulted their own comfort , they would probably have sought to devolve the responsibility on other hands , since with some noble and splendid traits of character Lady Eleanore was remarkable for a harsh , unyielding pride , a haughty consciousness of her hereditary and personal advantages , which made her almost incapable of control . Judging from many traditionary anecdotes , this peculiar temper was hardly less than a monomania ; or if the acts which it inspired were those of a sane person , it seemed due from Providence that pride so sinful should be followed by as severe a retribution .
That tinge of the marvellous which is thrown over so many XXXXX these half-forgotten legends has probably imparted an additional wildness to the strange story of Lady Eleanore Rochcliffe .
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