The First Fatal Hallow Eve

AMBROSE--Where be these maskers, fool?
COLLIN--Everywhere, sage! But chiefly there
Where least they seem to mask!
JONSON--THE CARNIVAL.

It was All-Hallow Eve, a night long anticipated with delight by the
whole neighborhood, and much longer still remembered with horror by the
whole country.

It was the occasion of Sybil Berners' mask ball; and Black Hall, the
Black Valley, and the town of Blackville were all in a state of
unprecedented excitement; for this was the first entertainment of the
kind that had ever been given in the locality, and the gentry of three
contiguous counties had been invited to assist at it.

Far distant from large cities and professional costumers as the rural
belles and beaux of the neighborhood were, you will wonder what they did
for fancy dresses.

They did very well. They ransacked the old cedar chests of their
great-grandparents, and exhumed the rich brocades, cloths of gold and
silvers, lutestrings, lamas, fardingdales, hair-cushions, and all the
gorgeous paraphernalia and regalia of the ante-revolutionary queens of
fashion. And they referred to old family portraits, and to pictures in
old plays and novels, and upon the whole they got up their dresses with
more fidelity to fact than most costumers do.

Some also went to the trouble and expense of a journey to New York to
procure outfits, and these were commissioned to buy masks for all their
friends and acquaintances who were invited to the ball.

These preparations had occupied nearly the whole month of October. And
now the eventful day had come, and the whole community was on tiptoe
with expectation.