by Caroline Lamb (Author)

The morning sun, when it arose, shone bright and brilliant upon the valley of Altamonte--its gay castle, and its lake. But a threatening cloud obscured the sky, as Camioli raised his eyes and turned them mournfully upon the ruined priory of St. Alvin, and the deserted halls of Belfont.-- "Woe to the house of Glenarvon " he said. "Woe to the house of my patron and benefactor Desolation and sorrow have fallen upon the mighty. Mourn for the hero who is slain in battle.