During this evening, opened the package Marmouset so carefully wrapped, and found in it a large English manuscript bearing this strange title:

 
And after leafing through it, read aloud the following:
 The Cheviot hills divide the county Roxburgh Scottish, English county of Northumberland.

Its summit is crowned with eternal snows.

Extensive and closed forests cover its steep slopes and in narrow valleys, grow grasses abound.

Three leagues from the town of Castleton, suspended on a cliff high as an eagle’s nest, and melancholy dominate a landscape, a rude and wild aspect, the castle rises stately Pembleton.

Pembleton-Castle, as they say in the country.

This ancient site, crowned with eight square towers and massive, with huge projecting stone sentry boxes and pointed, is surrounded by strong walls, like a fortress.

From the height where it is built, eight leagues of country dominated by the side of Scotland, though his seat is on English soil.