its grotesque or sainted head. The gargoyles had been transformed

into great false noses, drooping towards the point. The crockets

were like upright pillows swollen on one side. In the intervals of

the wind, there was a dull sound of dripping about the precincts of

The cemetery of St. John had taken its own share of the snow. All

the graves were decently covered; tall white housetops stood around

in grave array; worthy burghers were long ago in bed, benightcapped

like their domiciles; there was no light in all the neighbourhood