"Look again."

"I see purple moors, glens, masculine women, bare-legged men,
priggish book-worms, more violence, physical excellence, and blood.
Always blood,--and the superiority of physical attainments."

"And how do you feel now?" said the Goblin.

The Haunted Man shrugged his shoulders. "None the better for being
carried back and asked to sympathize with a barbarous age."

The Goblin smiled and clutched his arm; they again sped rapidly
through the black night and again halted.

"What do you see?" said the Goblin.

"I see a barrack room, with a mess table, and a group of
intoxicated Celtic officers telling funny stories, and giving
challenges to duel. I see a young Irish gentleman capable of
performing prodigies of valor. I learn incidentally that the acme
of all heroism is the cornetcy of a dragoon regiment. I hear a
good deal of French! No, thank you," said the Haunted Man
hurriedly, as he stayed the waving hand of the Goblin; "I would
rather NOT go to the Peninsula, and don't care to have a private
interview with Napoleon."

Again the Goblin flew away with the unfortunate man, and from a
strange roaring below them he judged they were above the ocean. A
ship hove in sight, and the Goblin stayed its flight. "Look," he