CHAPTER VI. THE DISINTERMENT. HAVING seen every attention that circum-I stances would admit shown to Viviana by the hostess, who, as soon as she discovered that she had the daughter of Sir William Radcliffe of Ordsall under her roof, bestirred herself in right earnest for her accommodation, Humphrey Chetham, notwithstanding the lateness of the hour,-it was past midnight,-expressed his determination to walk to his residence at Crumpsall, to put an end to any apprehension which might be entertained by the household at his prolonged absence. With this view, he set forth and Guy Fawkes, who seemed to be meditating some project which he was unwilling to disclose to the others, quitted the hostel with him, bidding the chamberlain sit up for him, as he should speedily return. They had not gone far when he inquired the nearest way to the Collegiate Church, and was answered that they were then proceeding towards it, and in a few moments should arrive at its walls. He next asked the young merchant whether he could inform him which part of the churchyard was allotted to criminals. Humphrey Chetham was somewhat surprised by the question, but replied, "At the north-west, near the charnel;" adding, "I shall pass within a short distance of the spot, and will point it out to you." Entering Fennel Street, at the end of which stood an ancient cross, they soon came in sight of the church. The moon was shining brightly, and silvered its massive square tower, its battlements, pinnacles, buttresses, and noble eastern window, with its gorgeous tracery. While Guy Fawkes paused for a moment to contemplate this reverend and beautiful structure, two venerable personages, having long snowy beards, and wrapped in flowing mantles edged with sable fur, passed the end of the street. One of them carried a lantern, though it was wholly needless, as it was bright as day, and as they glided stealthily along, there was something so mysterious in their manner, that it greatly excited the curiosity of Guy Fawkes, who inquired from his companion if he knew who they were. "The foremost is the warden of Manchester, the famous Doctor Dee," replied Humphrey Chetham, "divine, mathematician, astrologer, and, if report speaks truly, conjuror." It is," replied the young merchant; "and the other in the Polish cap is the no less celebrated Edward Kelley, the doctor's assistant, or as he is ordinarily termed, his scer." 66 They have entered the churchyard," remarked Guy Fawkes. "I will follow them." "I would not advise you to do so," rejoined the other. "Strange tales are told of them. You may witness that which it is not safe to look upon." The caution, however, was unheeded. Guy Fawkes had already disappeared, and the young merchant, shrugging his shoulders, proceeded on his way towards Hunt's Bank. On gaining the churchyard, Guy Fawkes perceived the warden and his companion creeping stealthily beneath the shadow of a wall in the direction of a low fabric, which appeared to be a bone-house, or charnel, situated at the north-western extremity of the church. Before this building grew a black and stunted yew-tree. Arrived at it, they paused, and looked round to see whether they were observed. They did not, however, notice Guy Fawkes, who had concealed himself behind a buttress. Kelley then unlocked the door of the charnel, and brought out a pickaxe and mattock. Having divested himself of his cloak, he proceeded to shovel out the mould from a new-made grave at a little distance from the building. Doctor Dee stood by, and held the lantern for his assistant. Determined to watch their proceedings, Guy Fawkes crept towards the yew-tree, behind which he ensconced himself. Kelley, meanwhile, continued to ply his spade with a vigour that seemed almost incomprehensible in one so farstricken in years, and of such infirm appearance. At length, he paused, and kneeling within the shallow grave, endeavoured to drag something from it. Doctor Dee knelt to assist him. After some exertion, they drew forth the corpse of a female, which had been interred without coffin, and apparently in the habiliments worn during life. A horrible suspicion crossed Guy Fawkes. Resolving to satisfy his doubts at once, he rushed forward, and beheld in the ghastly lineaments of the dead the features of the unfortunate prophetess, Elizabeth Orton. CHAPTER VII. DOCTOR DEE. "How now, ye impious violators of the tomb! ye worse than famine-stricken wolves, that rake up the dead in churchyards?" cried Guy Fawkes, in a voice of thunder, to Doctor Dee and his companion; who, startled by his sudden appearance, dropped the body, and retreated to a short distance. "What devilish rites are ye about to enact, that ye thus profane the sanctity of the grave?" "And who art thou that darest thus to interrupt us?" demanded Doctor Dee, sternly. "It matters not," rejoined Fawkes, striding towards them. "Suffice it you are both known to me. You, John Dee, warden of Manchester, who deserve to be burnt at the stake for your damnable practices, rather than hold the sacred office you fill; and you, Edward Kelley, his associate, who boast of familiar intercourse with demons, and, unless fame belies you, have purchased the intimacy at the price of your soul's salvation. I know you both. I know, also, whose body you have disinterred-it is that of the ill-fated prophetess, Elizabeth Orton. And, if you do not instantly restore it to the grave whence you have snatched it, I will denounce you to the authorities of the town." 66 Knowing thus much, you should know still more," retorted Doctor Dee, "namely, that I am not to be lightly provoked. You have no power to quit the churchyardnay, not so much as to move a limb without my permission." As he spoke, he drew from beneath his cloak, a small phial, the contents of which he sprinkled over the intruder. Its effect was wonderful and instantaneous. The limbs of Guy Fawkes stiffened where he stood. His hand remained immovably fixed upon the pommel of his sword, and he seemed transformed into a marble statue. "You will henceforth acknowledge and respect my power," he continued. "Were it my pleasure, I could bury you twenty fathoms deep in the earth beneath our feet; or, by invoking certain spirits, convey you to the summit of yon lofty tower," pointing to the church, "and hurl you from it headlong. But I content myself with depriving you of motion, and leave you in possession of sight and speech, that you may endure the torture of witnessing what you cannot prevent.' So saying, he was about to return to the corpse with Kelley, when Guy Fawkes exclaimed in a hollow voice, "I will trust you then," rejoined the Doctor;-" the rather that your presence interferes with my purpose. 99 Taking a handful of loose earth from an adjoining grave, and muttering a few words, that sounded like a charm, he scattered it over Fawkes. The spell was instantly broken. A leaden weight seemed to be removed from his limbs. His joints regained their suppleness, and with a convulsive start, like that by which a dreamer casts off a nightmare, he was liberated from his preternatural thraldom. "And now begone!" cried Doctor Dee, authoritatively. "Suffer me to tarry with you a few moments," said Guy Fawkes in a deferential tone. "Heretofore, I will freely admit, I regarded you as an impostor, but now I am convinced you are deeply skilled in the occult sciences, and would fain consult you on the future." "I have already said that your presence troubles me," replied Doctor Dee. "But if you will to call upon me at the College to-morrow, it may be, I will give you further proofs of my skill." "Why not now, reverend sir?" urged Fawkes. "The question I would ask is better suited to this dismal spot, and witching hour, than to daylight, and the walls of your study." "Indeed!" exclaimed Dee. "Your name?" 66 66 Guy Fawkes," replied the other. Guy Fawkes!" echoed the Doctor, starting. "Nay, then, I guess the nature of the question you would ask.' "Am I then known to you, reverend sir?" inquired Fawkes uneasily. "As well as to yourself-nay, better," answered the Doctor. " Bring the lantern hither, Kelley," he continued, addressing his companion. "Look!" he added, elevating the light so as to throw it upon the countenance of Fawkes. "It is the very face-the bronzed and strongly-marked features-the fierce black eye-the iron frame, and foreign garb of the figure we beheld in the show-stone." "It is," replied Kelley. "I could have singled him out amid a thousand. He looked thus as we tracked his perilous course, with his three companions, the priest, Chetham, and Viviana Radcliffe, | vey it to the charnel. Dee followed, bearacross Chat Moss.' ing the lantern; and, on entering the build"How have you learnt this?" cried Guying, closed, and fastened the door. Fawkes, in amazement. "By the art which reveals all things," answered Kelley. "In proof that your thoughts are known to me," observed Dee, "I will tell you the inquiry you would make before it is uttered. You would learn whether the enterprise on which you are engaged, will succeed." "I would," replied Fawkes. "Yet more,' 99 continued the Doctor. "I am aware of the nature of the plot, and could name to you all connected with it." "Your power is, indeed, wonderful," rejoined Fawkes, in an altered tone. "But will you give me the information I require?" The chamber in which Guy Fawkes found himself was in perfect keeping with the horrible ceremonial about to be performed. In one corner lay a mouldering heap of skulls, bones, and other fragments of mortality; in the other a pile of broken coffins, emptied of their tenants, and reared on end. But what chiefly attracted his attention, was a ghastly collection of human limbs, blackened with pitch, girded round with iron hoops, and hung, like meat in a shambles, against the wall. There were two heads, and, though the features were scarcely distinguishable owing to the liquid with which they were saturated, they still retained a terrific expression of agony. Seeing his attention directed to these revolting objects, Kelley informed him that they were the quarters of the two priests who had recently been put to death, which had been left there previously to being placed on the churchgates. The implements, and some part of the attire used by the executioner in his butcherly office, were scattered about, and By no means, reverend sir," said mixed with the tools of the sexton; while Fawkes. "But I would not willingly in the centre of the room stood a large put you to trouble without evincing my wooden frame supported by trestles. On gratitude." this frame, stained with blood, and smear"Well then," replied the Doctor, "Ied with pitch, showing the purpose to will not refuse your request. And yet I would caution you to beware how you pry into the future. You may repent your rashness when it is too late." "Hum!" muttered the Doctor. "I am too poor to purchase it," proceeded Fawkes, "unless a relic which I have brought from Spain has any value in your eyes." "Tush!" exclaimed Dee, angrily. "Do you suppose I am a common juggler, and practice my art for gain?" 66 "I have no fear," rejoined Fawkes. "Let me know the worst." "Enough," said Dee. "And now listen to me. That carcase having been placed in the ground without the holy rites of burial being duly performed, I have power over it. And, as the witch of Endor called up Samuel, as is recorded in Holy Writ-as Erichtho raised up a corpse to reveal to Sextus Pompeius the event of the Pharsalian war-as Elisha breathed life into the nostrils of the Shunamite's son-as Alcestis was invoked by Hercules -and as the dead maid was brought back to life by Apollonius Thyaneus-so I, by certain powerful incantations, will allure the soul of the prophetess for a short space to its former tenement, and compel it to answer my questions. Dare you be present at this ceremony?" "I dare," replied Fawkes. "Follow me, then," said Dee. will need all your courage." which it had been recently put, the body was placed. This done, Doctor Dee set down the lantern beside it. And, as the light fell upon its livid features, sullied with earth, and exhibiting traces of decay, Guy Fawkes was so appalled by the sight that he half repented of what he had undertaken. Noticing his irresolution, Doctor Dee said, "You may yet retire if you think proper?" "No," replied Fawkes, firmly. "I will go through with it." "It is well," replied the Doctor. And he extinguished the light. An awful silence now ensued, broken only by a low murmur from Doctor Dee, who appeared to be reciting an incantation. As he proceeded, his tones became louder, and his accents those of command. Suddenly, he paused, and seemed to await a response. But as none was made, greatly to the disappointment of Guy Fawkes, whose curiosity, notwithstanding his fears, was raised to the highest pitch, he cried, "You"Blood is wanting to complete the charm.” Muttering a hasty prayer, and secretly crossing himself, Guy Fawkes strode after him towards the grave. By the Doctor's directions, he, with some reluctance, assisted Kelley to raise the corpse, and con "If that is all, I will speedily supply the deficiency," replied Guy Fawkes. And, drawing his rapier, he bared his left arm, and pricked it deeply with the point of the weapon. "I bleed now," he cried. "Sprinkle the corpse with the ruddy | am now engaged for the advantage of the current," said Doctor Dee. Roman Catholic Church will prosper?", "Your commands are obeyed," replied Fawkes. "I have placed my hand on its breast, and the blood is flowing upon it." Upon this, the Doctor began to mutter an incantation in a louder and more authoritative tone than before. Presently, Kelley added his voice, and they both joined in a sort of chorus, but a jargon wholly unintelligible to Guy Fawkes. All at once a blue flame appeared above their heads, and, slowly descending, settled upon the brow of the corpse, lighting up the sunken cavities of the eyes, and the discolored and distorted features. "The charm works," shouted Doctor Dee. "She moves? she moves!" exclaimed Guy Fawkes. "She is alive." 66 "Take off your hand," cried the Doctor, or mischief may befall you." And he again continued his incantation. "Down on your knees!" he exclaimed, at length, in a terrible voice. "The spir it is at hand." There was a rushing sound, and a stream of dazzling lightning shot down upon the corpse, which emitted a hollow groan. In obedience to the Doctor's commands, Guy Fawkes had prostrated himself on the ground, but he kept his gaze steadily fixed on the body, which to his infinite astonishment, slowly arose, until it stood erect upon the frame. There it remained perfectly motionless, with the arms close to the sides, and the habiliments torn and dishevelled. The blue light still retained its position upon the brow, and communicated a horrible glimmer to the features. The spectacle was so dreadful that Guy Fawkes would fain have averted his eyes, but he was unable to do so. Doctor Dee and his companion, meanwhile, continued their invocations, until, as it seemed to Fawkes, the lips of the corpse moved, and an awful voice exclaimed, "Why have you called me?" 66 Daughter!" replied Doctor Dee, rising, "in life thou wert endowed with the gift of prophecy. In the grave, that which is to come must be revealed to thee. We would question thee." "Speak, and I will answer," replied the corpse. 66 Interrogate her, my son,' ," said Dee, addressing Fawkes, "and be brief, for the time is short. So long only as that flame burns have I power over her." "Spirit of Elizabeth Orton," cried Guy Fawkes, "if indeed thou standest before me, and some demon hath not entered thy frame to delude me-by all that is holy, and by every blessed saint, I adjure thee to tell me whether the scheme on which I "Thou art mistaken, Guy Fawkes," returned the corpse. "That scheme is not for the advantage of thy Church." "I will not pause to inquire wherefore," continued Fawkes. "But, grant that the means are violent and wrongful, will the end be successful?" "The end will be death," replied the corpse. 66 To the tyrant-to the oppressors?" demanded Fawkes. "To the conspirators," was the answer. “Ha!” ejaculated Fawkes. "Proceed, if you have aught more to ask," cried Doctor Dee. "The flame is expiring." "Shall we restore the fallen religion?" demanded Fawkes. But before the words could be pronounced the light vanished, and a heavy sound was heard as of the body falling on the frame. "It is over," said Doctor Dee. "Can you not summon her again?" asked Fawkes, in a tone of deep disappointment. "I had other questions to ask." 66 "Impossible," replied the Doctor. "The spirit is fled, and will not be recalled. We must now commit the body to the earth. And this time it shall be more decently interred." "My curiosity is excited-not satisfied," said Guy Fawkes. "Would it were to occur again!" "It is ever thus," replied Doctor Dee. "We seek to know that which is interdicted-and quench our thirst at a fountain which only inflames our curiosity the more. Be warned, my son. You are embarked on a perilous enterprise, and, if you pursue it, it will lead you to certain destruction." "I cannot retreat," rejoined Fawkes, and would not if I could. I am bound by an oath too terrible to be broken." "I will absolve you of your oath, my son," said Doctor Dee eagerly. “You cannot, reverend sir," replied Fawkes. 66 By no sophistry could I clear my conscience of the ties imposed upon it. I have sworn never to desist from the execution of this scheme, unless those engaged in it shall give me leave. Nay, so resolved am I, that if I stood alone I would go on." As he spoke a deep groan issued from the corpse. "You are again warned, my son," said "Before we part, reverend sir,” replied Fawkes, "I would ask if you know of other means whereby an insight may be obtained into the future?" The night has already been described the Doctor turned to Fawkes, and bidding as bright and beautiful. Before him stood him farewell, observed, the Collegiate bathed in moonlight. He "If you are wise, my son, you will gazed abstractedly at this venerable struc-profit by the awful warning you have this ture for a few moments, and then returned night received." to the charnel, where he found Doctor Dee and Kelley employed in placing the body of the prophetess in a coffin, which they had taken from the pile in the corner. He immediately proffered his assistance, and in a short space the task was completed. The coffin was then borne towards the grave, at the edge of which it was laid while the burial-service was recited by Doctor Dee. This ended, it was lowered into its shallow resting-place, and speedily covered with earth. When all was ready for their departure, "Many, my son," replied Dee. "I have a magic glass, in which, with due preparation, you may behold exact representations of coming events. I am now returning to the college, and if you will accompany me, I will show it you." The offer was eagerly accepted, and the party quitted the churchyard. CHAPTER VIII. THE Old College of Manchester occupied, as is well known, the site of the existing structure, called-after the benevolent individual by whom that admirable charity was founded, and whom we have ventured to introduce in this history-the Chetham Hospital. Much, indeed, of the ancient building remains; for though it was considerably repaired and enlarged, being "very ruinous and in great decay," at the time of its purchase in 1654, by the feoffees under Humphrey Chetham's will, from the sequestrators of the earl of Derby's estates, still the general character of the fabric has been preserved, and several of its chambers retained. Originally built on the foundation of a manor-house denominated The Baron's Hall-the abode of the Grelleys and the De la Warrs, lords of Manchester-the College continued to be used as the residence of the warden and fellows of the Collegiate Church until the reign of Edward the First, when that body was dissolved. On the accession, however, of Mary, the College was re-established; but the residence of the ecclesiastical body being removed to a house in Deansgate, the building was allowed to become extremely dilapidated, and was used partly as a prison for recusants and other offenders, and partly as a magazine for powder. In this state Doctor Dee found it when he succeeded to the wardenship in 1595, and preferring it, notwithstanding its ruinous condition, to the house appointed for him elsewhere, took up his abode in it. Situated on a high rock, overhanging the river Irk-at that time a clear stream, remarkable for the excellence of its fishand constructed entirely of stone, the old College had then, and still has to a certain extent, a venerable and monastic appearance. During Dee's occupation of it, it became a sort of weird abode in the eyes of the vulgar, and many a timorous look was cast at it by those who walked at eventide on the opposite bank of the Irk. Sometimes the curiosity of the watchers was rewarded by beholding a few sparks issue from the chimney, and now and then, the red reflection of a fire might be discerned through the window. But generally nothing could be perceived, and the building seemed as dark and mysterious as its occupant. One night, however, a loud explosion took place-so loud, indeed, that it shook the whole pile to its foundation, dislodged one or two of the chimneys, and overthrew an old wall, the stones of which rolled into the river beneath. Alarmed by the concussion, the inhabitants of Hunt's bank rushed forth, and saw, to their great alarm, that the wing of the College occupied by Doctor Dee was in flames. Though many of them attributed the circumstance to supernatural agency, and were fully persuaded that the enemy of mankind was at that instant bearing off his prey in the persons of the conjuror and his assistant, and refused to interfere to stop the conflagration; others more humane, and less superstitious, hastened to lend their aid to extinguish the flames. On reaching the College they could scarcely credit their senses on finding that there was no appearance of fire; and |