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              # mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmBssmssBBSSBBssBesBai ■ ji ■ 11 i ■ , ■ if i i i , ■ , PITTSTON dttfe GAZETTE AID SUSOUMAIM AIIMACITB ■ JOUMAL  8 Wttkly JSm0jQpjr-(®fontrt ta JfttwB, littrotnw, |Solitir0, fjit ftlmantilf, JHitnttg, ftkrljiroiral, anb %imltaral Mtttsis nf Hje Contrtrtj, iiiuwnpt kt. )--$hj Hirljart k fillip. $2.00 PER ANNUM. VOLUME 1.-NUMBER 8. PITTSTON, PENNA., FRIDAY, SEPTEMBER 20, 1850. this old churob, with its silent congregation or the dead marshalled under its walls, seemed to have spread round a circle of stillness and desolation that pleased, while it thrilled me. No sound was here audible but the softened rush of waters, and that sweet note of home and safety, the distant paying of the watch dog, now and then broken by the sharper rattle of oarriage wheels upon the dry road. But while I looked upon the sad solemn scene before me, these sounds were interrupted by one which startled, and indeed, for a moment, froze me with horror. The sound wae a cry, or rather a howl of despairing terror, such as I have never heard before or since uttered by human voice. It broke from the stillness of the churchyard; but I saw no figure from which it proceeded—though this circum- soft moonlight pressing to his side, and if his words were sometimes deep, and strange, and mystic, and his look upward steady and yearning, she only felt anxious to recall his thoughts and win him again to his gentler moods. head, for the conflict in his heart was terrible, though human bee prevailed at but.— As the noon of night was tolled on earththere was a wail on the wind, and a mournful voice on the waters, and the moon drew behind a cloud, and the great trees trembled on the hill. The youth had raised his guilty ftce once more towards the glowing heaven, though he covered his eyes with his trembling hand, and there, with Ladore clasped* to his heart, he renounced for her his birth-right, his place, and his life immortal ! The words were only whispered, bnt the mountain shook as he utter, ed them; and behold f from the wreath of the radiant seven, his star fell, flashed, and went out forever! turned the fisee of the looking glass to the waH—I poked the fire into a roaring blaze —I looked behind the window curtain with a vague anxiety to assure myself that nothing could be lurking there. The shutter wae a little open, and the vivid tower of the little ohurch and the tufted tops of the trees that surrounded it, were visible over the slope of the intervening hill. I hastily shut out the unwelcome object, and in a mood ef mind, I must confess, favorable enough "for any freak my nerves might please to play me, I hurried through my 'dispositions for the night, humming a gay air all the time to reassure myself, and plunged into bed, extinguishing the candle, and—shall I acknowledge the weakness 1 nearly burying my head uader the blanket.1 added, "and aee if some cat or other animal has not got in." I purposely avoid details, and without assigning the depositions respectively to the witnesses who made them, and, shall restrict myself to a naked outline of the evidence as it appeared. The body I have described, was identified as that of Abraham Smith, an unfortunate lunatic, who had upon the day but one preceding, made his escape from the neighboring perish workhouse, where he had been for many year* confined. Hie hallucination was a strange one, but not by any means an unprecedented one. He fancied that he had died and was condemned ; and as these ideas alternately predominated, sometimes importuned hie keeper to bury him, using habitually certain phrases, which I had no difficulty in recognising as among those which he had addressed to me. He had been traced to the neighborhood where PRINTED AMD PUBLISHED WEtKI.Y BY o. m. Richart * H. S. Phillips. There was nothing of the sort; and satisfied that my visitant was no longer in the ohamber, I dismissed the man, and hurried through my toilet with precipitation. Ojfice Witt side of Main Street, second Story of til u Long Store " of Witner Cf« Wood. Alas ? for the angel of (he star! Alas! for the immaculate child of light! Loves he not a maiden of earth ? Alas! for the brightness of his glory ! Alas ! for the fervor of his vows ! His mission is finished, but still he lingers beside her, though his bosom throbs, and his heart beats wildly, and she gazes on bim with wonder, and fears, -she knows not why, whenever the echo of his footsteps dies upon her ear.— Oh! why does he linger when the light on his fair throne shinet a beacon to lure him back 1 Thinks he not of the sorrow in the breasts of his brethren, as they watch his coming, and wait his return, his, the beloved coryphteus of their band. Must they, too, hang their heads in shame, to know that their diadem has lost a gem, that even amid them, one is found so weak and erring as to look with desire on things below, and linger in the faded bowers of earth.— But still the light was kept glowing in his star, and still days passed and he came not. I escaped to the parlor, whither I instantly summoned the proprietor of the "Bell." "Shut the door," said I. It was done. The "Oistrrs" is published ewy Friday, at Two Dotxutt per annum. Two Dollar* and Piptt Cents will be charged if not paid within the year. No paper will be discontinued until all arrearages are paid. Advertisements are inserted conspicuously at Onc Dollar per square of fourteen lines for three insertions; and TwtNTT-riTK Cents additional for every subsequent insertion. A liberal deduction to those who advertise for eix "I have had an uneasy night in the room you assigned me, sir; I may say indeed a miserable night," I said. "Pray," resumed 1, interrupting his apologetic expressions of surprise, "has any person but myself ever complained be* ing disturbed in that room?" month* or the whole year. Job Work.—We have connected with oar establishment a well selected assortment of Job Type, which will enable us to execute, in tke neatest style, every variety of printing. Being practical printers ourselves, we can afford to do work on as reasonable terms as any other office in the county. All letters and communications addressed to the Oazellt must be post paid, and endorsed by a responsible name, to receive attention. Day dawned aa the lovers came down, after that fearful night on the mountain, and Ladore led her heart'a beloved to her home, and gave him a mortal name, and rejoiced to see that he waa the cornel iest of men, and the envy of all who looked upon him. For a brief space they were happy, hut ere many days passed Ladore's watchful eyes detected a blight on the face of her spouse. His cheek lost its glow, and his lip its smile, and strength left his limbs, and he now felt too surely that he wm mortal. His young bride nursed and cherished him, and would not believe that a life so beautiful was fading in her arm* But ah! love could not avert disease, or prayers stay death. Mortal was the spouse of Ladore, and like mortal he Buffered and he aunk. She could make no compacA1 with the grave; thither was he hastening, and she now felt too late what she had done, that she had made him lose eternity, lose every tiling, and all £tr a few days of  ishing life with her. "Never." I had expected the ghostly old practical joke so often played off by lanlords in story books, and fancied I might have been deliberately exposed to the chance of a haunted chamber. But there was no acting in the frank look and honest denial of mine host. I lay awake some time, as men will do under such circumstances, but at length fatigue overoame me, and I fell into a profound sleep. Prom this repose I was, however, aroused in the manner I am about to describe: stance, indeed, was scarcely wonderful, a* the broken ground, the trees, tall weeds, and tombstones afforded abundaat cover for any person who might have sought conoealment. The cry of unspeakable agony was succeeded by a silcnoe, and I confess my heart throbbed sttt tely when the same voice arUculateriTuKbe same tone of agony. found, and had been •ya half a mile before my visit to There were,  ces of some per«cns 'rellis work to my night, the shutter of 'inbarred, and «« the easily been opened which I experienced * of the nocturnal vts*or. There was a vindow stool, and $ottrij. seen and relieved wearce from it, about two hours CONCLUSIVE. the church yard! unmistakeable evident " I knew two men u much alike A« e'er you saw two *tump«, And no Phrenologiat could find A difference in their bump*. One took the papers, and hi* life Viu happier than a king'*; Hie children all could read, write, And talk of men and thing*. The other took no paper*, and While atrolling through the wood, A tree fell down upon M* crown And killed him. "Very good." Had he been reading of the new* At home, like neighbor Jim, I'll bet a cent that accident Hod never happened him." And very considerable interval must have intervened. There was a cold air in the room very unlike the comfortable at. moaphere in which I had composed myself to aleep. The fire, though much lower than when I had gone to bed, was still emitting flame enough to threw a flickering light over the chamber. My curtains were, however, closely drawn, and I could not see beyond the narrow tent in which I lay. "It is a very strange thing," said I, hesitating—"and I do not see why I should not tell you what has occurred. And as I could swear, if necessary, to the perfect reality of the entire soene, it behoves you, I think, to sift the matter carefully. For myself, I cannot entertain a doubt as to the nature of the truly terrible visitation to which I have been subjected; and were I in your position, I should transfer my established at once, to some other house, as well suited to the purpose, and free from the dreadful liabilities of this." having climbed up the window the previous which had been left "Why will you trouble the dead? I will come to you in my flesh, though after my akin worms destroy this body, and you shall speak to me face ts face." This strange address was followed by another ory of despair, which died as sud. denty as it was raised. 1 never could tell why it was I was not more horror-stricken than I really was by this mysterious, and, all things considered, awful interpellation. It Was do! tintil the silence had again returned, and- the frosty breeze among the clisp weeds crept toward me like the stealthy approach of some unearthly influence, that I felt a superstitious terror gradually inspire me, which hurried me at an accelerated pace from the place. A few minutes, and 1 heard the friendly voice of my charioteer hallooing to me from the summit of the bill. window might have Deep, absorbing, intense was the love of the fair Ladore for the beautiful but mysterious stranger. Then life was fresh, and earth was young, and maidens knew not the art* to win, and the lips only breathed what the heart felt. And he, the angel, he too gave up all his eoul to this earthly passion. Forgetting his lofty destiny, he now ever yearned only to hear the low voice of Ladore, sweeter, he thought, than the strains of the spheres. Still in his bosom was no perfect peace. Many a conflict raged there, when high hope contended with earthly desire, when the greatness of his former glory was remembered, when the purity of the upper world was contrasted with the life of mortals. Then, with sudden resolve, he determined that he could not descend to their gross life, " no, hemurt leave it, and go back." with a push, the cold as an accompanimenl it, was easily accountec a scrap* upon the knee of the body corresponded with it A multiplicity of other alight circumstance*, and positive assertion of the chambermaid that the window , had been opened and was but imperfectly closed again, came in support of the conclusion, which was, to my mind, satisfactorily settled by the concurrent evidence of the medical men, to the effeot, that the onhappy man could not have been dead many hours when the body was found. Taken in the mass, the evidenoe convinced me; aud though 1 still might have clung to the preternatural theory, which in the opinion of some persons, the facts of the case might still have sustained, I candidly decided with the weight of the evidence, " gave up the ghost," and accepted the natural but somewhat horrible explanation of the occurrenc. For this candor I take credit to myself." I might have stopped short at the discovery of the oorpse but I am no frifend to " spurious gospels let our faith, whatever it is, be founded on fact. For my part, I steadfastly believe in ghosts, and have jdozens of stories to support that belief—but this is not among them. Should I ever come, therefore, to tell you one, pray remember that you have to deal with a canidid narrator. mark of blood upon the There had been, as la waked, s clanking among the fire iron*, as if a palsied hand was striving to arrange the fire, and this rather unacaountable noise continued for some seconds after I had become completely awake. I proceeded to detail the particulars of the occurrence of the past night, to which he listened witknearly as much horror as I recited them to him. From the North American Farmer. XJBOUBND OF THE SCABIOUS, Or the Mourning Bride. In vain were the tears of repentance of Ladore. In vain she called on her heart's beloved, and implored him to speak once more. His eyes saw her not, his lips wore silent, his bosom was still; corruption laid her hand on the form so lovely, and Ladore was alone on earth. No more forever shone his star in the radiant band to the eye* of Ladore, and broken hearted she went up the mountain, and laid her down to weep away her life. Never again was she seen by the grotto or the fountain, or in the haunts of men. They sought her, but in vain, for they found hjr not; but on the mountain top grew a little solitary flower, clad in the deep purple of woe, decked with tiny stars. And they called it the Mourning Bride, for they believed it was the changed form of Ladore, still in the weeds of woe. And now amid us, may it yet be seen, and ever does it wear the hue of grief, for its spouse, the Pleiad lost! Under the impression that I was subjected to an accidental intrusion, I called out in a gentle, and afterwards in a sharper tone, BY "FLORA." " Mervyn's tomb V' he repeated after me; why that's down there in L—r; the churchyard you|can see from the window of the room you slept in." In the days of long ago, ere there was a ti rinkle on the brow of Time, and the young world went bounding on its course in new born youth and strength, 'tis said the sons of lights forgetful of their high destiny, came down to its grassy plains, and loved, and wooed, and won the mortal daughters of earth. And confusion reigned amid the bright spirits of the upper sphere, and the calmless left their brows, and the lustre their pinions, and they were soiled with stains of clay, and lost their places in heaven. But amid these troops of erring and fallen ones, a liuU band was found of aeven radiant stars, who had never swerved from their allegiance, or looked with low desire cn the unhallowed pleasures of the Jar off orb. And bright on their glowing thrones shone the faithful seven, and never, they vowed, should discord divide them, or dnvy or ambition enter their hearts; but in calm majesty they would possess their places, and still echo back that eternal hymn which first pealed through heaven, when the morning stars sang together over the birth of the new world. "Who's there?" At the second summons the sound ceased, and I heard instead, the sound of naked feet a* it seemed to me, upon the floor, pacing to and fro, between the hearth and the bed in which I lay. A superstitious terror which I could not combat, stole over me ; with on effort I repeated my question, and drawing myself upright in the bed, expected the answer witha strange sort of trepidation. It came in terms and accompanied with the same accessaries which I shall not soon forget. ' The very same tones which had so startled me in the churchyard the evening before, the very sounds whioh I had heard then and there, were now filling my ears, and spoken in the chamber where I lay. "Let us go there instantly," I exclaimed, and see if we can discover in the place indicated, anything corroborative of the authenticity of my vision. " Ladore, beautiful daughter of men." he 6aid, when again in the evening they met in the grotto beside the gurgling fountain, " Ladore, entrancing one, listen to my words, the last thou mayest ever hear me utteir." Reassured as I approached him, I abated my speed. " Well, I shan't say no," said he, obviously bracing himself for an effort of courage ; " but we will take Faukes and James the helper, with us ; and please, sir, you'll not mention the circumstances as has occurred,to either on 'em." " I saw you standing on the stile,sir,by the church yard," he said as he drew near, and I ask your pardon for not giving you the hint, before, but they say, it is not lucky; and I called to you loud and to come, away, but I see you'er nothing the worse for it." "Thelast!" exclaimed the maiden, as her cheek paled, and her eye lost ita brightness ; "what meanest thou? Canst thou leave me 1 Me, the stricken and orphaned one ? What will life be without thee t— What were heaven and thou not there !" I gave him the assurance he asked for, and in a few minutes, our little party were in lull march upon the point of interest. "Why, what is there to be afraid of, there, my good fellow?" I asked, affecting as much indifference as I was able. A few minutes brought us to the low gray walls and black hedgerows that surrounded the pretty old church, and its melancholy and picturesque memorials. " I must leave thee, Ladore," said the angel, while yet I may. This is not my home; this is not my destiny. Thou knowost me not, Ladore; and now when I tell thee all, speed me on my way, though I leave thee forever I" " Why, sir," Mid the man, throwing an uneasy look in the direction , " they do say there's a bad spirit haunts it, and nobody in these parts would go near it, after dark for love or money." A GHOST BTORTf. "Why will you trouble the dead) Who con torment us before the time ? 1 will come to you in my flesh, though after my skin worms destroy this body, and you shall speak with me face to face." With feelings which I shall not attempt to describe, I heard the speaker approach the bed—a hand parted the bed curtain and threw them open, revealing a form more horrible than my fancy had ever seen—an almost gigantic figure; naked except what might well have been the .rotten remnant of a shroud—stood close beside my bed ; livid and cadaverous; grimmod as it seemed with the dust of the grave, and staring on me with a gaze of despair, fury, and malignity, too intense for human endurance. " Mervyn's tomb lies there, I think sir," he said, pointing to a corner of thechurohyard, in which piles of rubbish, with withered weeds and brambles were thickly accumulated under the solemn, though imperfect shelter of the wintry trees. About four and thirty years ago 1 was travelling through Denbigshire upon ft mission which needed despatch. I had in fact, in my charge, some papers which were required for the legal preliminaries to a marriage which was about to take (dace in a family of consideration, upon the borders of that country. ,Th« African Verdict. Elexander or Macenonio once entered into a neighboring and wealthy province of Africa; the inhabitants came forth to meet him, and brought him their robea filled with golden apples and fruit*. "Eat this fruit among youraelvee!" said Alexander —"I am not come to aee your wealth but learn ycur customs." They then conducted him to the market where the king administered justice. A citizen just then came before the king and sa^d: " I have bought of thia man, oh king, a sack fuH of chaff, and have found in it a aeoret treasure. Tb« chaff is mine, but not the gold; and fthlc man will not take it again. Command him, oh king, that he receieve it, for it it his own. And his antagonist, a citizen also of thC place, answered: "Thou fearest to retain anything tu justly; and should not I also fear to receivi from thee 1 I have sold thee the aaok witl all that is in it. Keep it, for it Is thine.— Command him oh king!" The king inquired of the first one if he had a son. He answered," Yes." He inquired of the other if he had a daughter and the same answer, " Yes," was retnrr ed- FROM THE GERMAN "Haunted?" I repeat, "and how does the spirit show himself?" He led the hushed and wondering maiden in the pale moonlight up the craggy side of a mountain, till they stood on the summit alone beneath the high stars. And the youthVgaze was fixed on his place in the glowing circle of the seven; but the light there eeemed dimmer, and farther off, and he trembled even aar Ladore. " Oh, lawk, sir, ia all sorts of shapes— sometimes like an old woman almost doubled in two with years; sometimes like a little child' going"?along a full foot high above the grass of the graves; and sometimes like a big black ram, strutting on his hind legs, and with a pair of eyes like live coals; some have seen him in the shape of a man with his arm raised up toward the sky, and his head hanging down as if his neck was broke. I can't think of half the shapes he's took at different times; but they Vre bad ; the very child has the faoe of Satan, they say, when he comes in that shape—God bless us! and nobody's ever the same that sees him once." He exchanged some sentences with our attendants in Welsh. And days—not as we number them, but as they are numbered in heaven—days and months passed by, and still on their undimmed thrones, sat these faithful seven. Mortals saw and marked them as a band of the fairest stars, but as yet not one had ever been commissioned to visit earth, that new orb, where so many of their brethren had dimmed their glory, where purity had been loet, all things perverted, where sin had entered, and the grim angel of Death ruled as a sovereign. "Yes, air, that's the place," lie added, truning to me. The season was winter, but the weather delightful—that is to say, clear and frosty ; and even without foliage the country through which I posted was beautiful. The subjeot ofmyjourny was a pleasant one. I anticipated an agreeable visit and a cordial welcome; and the weather and scenery ware precisely of the sort to second the cheerful associations with which my exoursion had been undertaken. Let no one, therefore, suggest that I was ptedisposed for the reception of gloomy or horrible impressions. When the sun aet we had a splendid moon, at once soft and brilliant ; and I pleased myself with watching the altered, and if peesible, more beautiful effects, of the scenery through whioh we were smoothly rollipg. I was to put up for the night at the little town of—; and on reaching the hill, over which the approach to it is conducted, about a short mile from its quaint liitle street, I dismounted, and directing the postilion to walk his jaded horses leisurely up the winding road, I trod on befbrehim in the .pleasant moonlight and the aharp bracing air. A little by path led directly up the steep apoHvity nihil* the carriage road more gradually asoended by a wide sweep ; the little path, leading through fields and hedgerows, I followed, intending to anticipate the arrival of my conveyance at the summit of the hill. And as we approached it, I bethought me that the direction in which, as I stood upon the stile, I had heard the voice on the night preceding, corresponded accurately with that intimated by my guides. The tomb in question was a huge slab of black marble, supported as was made apparent when the surrounding bramble* were removed, upon six pillar*, little more than two feet high, each. There was ample room for a human body to lie inside this funeral pent house; and on stopping to look beneath, I was unspeakably shocked to see that something like a human figure was actually extended there. "Maiden," he said, "thou haat lured me from life immortal. I am not like thee, born of earth. I am the spirit of yonder star, alaa! less radiant now than of yore. Let me go back ; unbind me from thee, for oh 1 daughter of men, thou knowest not the sacrifice I make by lingering near thee." 1 cannot say whether I spoke or not, bui this infernal spectre answered as if I had. But at length on a message of peace to a wounded heart of mortal mould, one of these faithful spirits left his burning thrope, and, wearing the form of humanity, winged hither his way, and paused amid the children of men. And he looked with pity on their anarchy and disoord, on their sorrow and their sickness, on their brief days and their gloomy nights; and compassion filled his breast, and he lingered in their houses, and whispered hope to the drooping, and consolation to the dying, until the sons of men blessed the stranger, though they know not whence he was, or wherefore he  Ladore breathed not for a space, nor spoke, nor felt; and when again the wheels of life turned slowly on their axle, all she remembered was, that the youth must leave her, leave her forever; and she cried in agony, and wrung her hands in anguish, and implored him not to go, by bis lore, and by her life. "I am dead and yet alive; the child of perdition—in the grave I am murderer, but here I am Apollyon. Fall down and worship me." Hating thus spoken, it stood for a moment at the bedside, and then turned away with a shuddering moan, and I lost sight of it, but after a few seconds it came again to the bedside, as before. By this time I was seated in my vehicle, and some six or eight minutes quick driving whirled us into the old fashioned street, and brought the chaise to a full tops before the open door and well-lighted hall of the Bell Inn. To me there nas always been an air of indesoribabte cheer and comfort about a substantial country hostelrie, especially when one arrives as 1 did, upon a keen winter's night, with an appetite as sharp, ai)d something of that sense of adventure and excitement which, before the day of down trains and tickets, always in a greater or less degree, gave a zest to travelling, Greeted with that warmest of welcomes for which inns, alas I aw celebrated, I had soon satisfied the importunities of a keen appetite; and having for some hours taken my ease in a comfortable parlor, and before comfortable fire, I began to feel sleepy and betook myself to my no leas comfortable bed chamber. • It was, indeed, a corpse, and what is more, corresponded in every trait, with the infernal phantom, which on the preceding night, had visited and appalled me. " What dost thou ask 1" he answered. " Must I renounce my immortality, and be banished from the eternal council of the stars ? Must my light go out in heaven, and my name there be a forgotten 9ound 7 Shall I renounce my allegiance, and con. sent to be made mortal 1 Maiden, wouldst thou demand of me so fearful a boon f" "When I died they put me under Mervyn's tombstone, and they did not bury me. My feet lie toward the west; msy be I will rest—1 will rest—rest—rest." The body, though miserably ematiated, was that of a large-boned athletic man, of full six feet in height; and it was therefore, no easy task to withdraw it from the receptacle where it had been deposited. and lay it, as our assistants did, upon the tombstone which had covered it. 8trange to say, the feet of the body had been placed towards the west. "Well, then," said the king. "You are both just men; marry your children to eaoh other and give them the discovered treasure as a marriage portion. T»4iw my verdict." Alexander was astonished when he hearc the verdict. " Have I judge unjustly," said the IrtBf of this remote country, "that tbo* art thui astonished V " Not at all" answered Alexander, "bu in our country they would have judged fe come. Again the figure was gone, and again it returned and said: And in those days, as now, lived many ■ beautiful maiden; but amid the daughtera of earth, none were so surpassingly fair as the young Ladore, the child of Lotus. Her dark tresses wreathed a form like that which, mirrored in the fountain, smiled* back to mother Eve. Her eyes might have been suited to heaven, hod they not oft been dewy with the warm tear-drops of earth, and as the spirit looked on her, he wished that he her to his home, and make that beauty immortal whioh was, alas! " of the earth, earthy." "I am your master—I am your resurrection and your life, and therefore fall down and worship me." I made a motion to mount upon the bed but what further passed, 1 know not, for I fainted. were heaven tome without thee?" said Ladore, looking unappalled. " Would I consent to be queen of theataipi ®nd thou not with me there V' As I looked upon the corpse, and recognized but too surely, in its proportions and lineaments, traits of the apparation that had stood at my bedside, with a countenance animated by the despair and malignity of the damned, my heart fluttered and sank within me, and I recoiled from the effigy of the demon with terror, second only to that which had thrilled me on the night prceding. Then the youth hid his face, for he could no longer bear to see the sparkling orbs, for they all seemed watching him with their countless eyes. Now he gaaed on Ladore, and aRon he turned from her, aa leve and duty struggled, and as her imploring accents touched him. I must have lain in this state for a long time, for when I became conscious, the fire was almost extinct. For hours that seemed interminable, I lay, scarcely daring to breathe, and afraid to get up, lest I should encounter the hideous appartion, for aught I knew, lurking close beside me. I lay in an agony of expectation, awaiting the appearance of daylight. I had not- proceeded very 8r when I found myself close to a* pretty old ehuroh, whose ivied toWer and eountleps, window panes, were glittering in the moonbeams— a high, irregular hedge, overtopped by tall and ancient trees, enclosed it—and rows of fumral yews showed black and mournful among the wan array of headstones that kept watoh over the village of the dead.. .1 was so struck with the glimpse 11 had caught of the old ohuroh yard, that 1 could not forbear mounting the little stile that commaned it; no scene could be imagined more still apd solitary. Not a human habitation was near—every sign and sound of life was reverently remote and It is not to be supposed" that the adventures of the churchyard had been obliterated from my recollection by the suppressed bustle and good cheer of the "Beli." On the contrary, if had occupied me almost is. cessantly during my solitary ruminations; and as night advanced, and the stillness of repose and desertion stole over the old mansion, the sensations with which the otherwise." " And how would they have judged!" inquired the African king. "Both parties would have lost their heads," answered Alexander, "and their treasure would have fallen into the httdi of the king-" Then the king clasped his hands together, and sa|d. " Does the aun shine upon you? And do the heavons still shower their rain upon you t" Alexander replied, "Yea." ! " It must then be," continued the kins, " for the sake of innocent beasts which live in your oountry ; for upon such men no sun should shiiir nnd no rain should fall." ' ■ To her home, and to the now dying mother of the stricken Ladore, was the an1 gel sent with his message of peace. But neither the matron jior Ladore knew that he was one qf the bright ones from the spirit land, and the maiden heard his words of consolation, and when death came in, clung to him in her terror, and blessed him for the hope he gave her, and the cheering of His presenoe. When evening came, the lingered near him, or walked in the " Become like me," she cried, " for my sake become like me. What were an eternity passed alont, compared to the years of human life we may spend together! Oh I we will live in a day of time, an eternity of bliss, jbr J will b8 ever with ihee, and thou wilt be mine, mine unchanging, and oh bow happy I" * « * • Now, reader—honest reader—I appeal to your own appreciation of testimony, and ask. you, having these facts in evidence, and upon the deposition of an eye and car witness, whose veracity through a long life, has never onoe been compromised or questioned, have you, or have you not, in the foBagoing story, a well authenticated ghost Gradually it eame, and with it the cheerfill and reassuring sounds of life and occupation. At length I mustered courage to reach the bell-rope, and having rung lusti. ly, I plunged again into bed. train of remembrance and speculation was accompanied, became anything But pleasant.I felt, I con fee*, fidgety and queer—1 •earobed U* corner* atld recesses ot the oddly shaped and roomy old apartment—1 It was thus the bold maiden spoke, and clung to the form of the fallen spirit. And houra rolled on, and still he raised not his "Draw the window curtains—open shutters," I exclaimed, as the man entered and these ofders executed, "look about the room, ytorv ?