Excerpt from The Brown Alumni Monthly, Vol. 6: February, 1906 I draw a darker scene, replete with gloom, I sing the horrors of the House of Night. The scene, says Freneau is laid at a solitary palace, (the time midnight) which, tho' before beautiful and joyous, is now become sad and gloomy, as being the abode and receptacle of Death. The poet then describes his approach to the afflicted house, the lights of which, with fine poetic effect, he is made to mistake at first for tokens of merriment. Dark was the sky, and not one friendly star Shone from the zenith or horizon, clear, Mist sate upon the woods, and darkness rode In her black chariot, with a wild career. And from the woods the late resounding note Issued of the loquacious Whip-poor-will. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.