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at home in ’2l; and if any of us were
here in ’3l, it is probable that some other
part of the house was occupied on the
7th of October. It will be seen, there
fore, that there had been no appearance
of the spectre since 1811—a period of
thirty years —and the story of its visit,
even on that occasion, was not recollected,
but had become somewhat vague and in
definite.
“As already stated, I had been married
two years, and I do not know that the
story of the ghostly visitor had ever been
told to niv wife; at least, if it had, the
impression it made was not permanent.
She was not to be blamed, therefore, for
assigning that room—one of the cosiest
in the house—to her sister, as a sleeping
apartment.
“On the night of the 7th of October,
1841, my wife was aroused about mid
night, by a violent screaming, and a noise
overhead as of a person falling Iron) the
bed. Lighting a candle, she hastened to
the room of her sister, apprehending that
someone must have entered her apart
ment, with intentions of doing her an in
jury. On attempting to open the door,
she found it fastened. Calling to her
sister, she received no reply; within, all
was quiet. My wife, now greatly fright
ened, repeated her calls; and,by violent
ly shaking the door, she at last succeeded
in eliciting some signs of lile irom my
sister-in-law, whom she heard crawling
across the room and sobbing most vehe
mently. On reaching the door, she got
up, and unlocked it; and, just as it was
opened, she began screaming again, and
fell into the arms of Harriet, my wife.
At the same instant, .an indistinct
luminous body brushed between them,
almost extinguishing the candle.
“My wife succeeded in carrying her
sister down to our bedchamber, where she
continued in an insensible swoon for
nearly half an hour. She was gradually
revived after that time by bathing her
head with cologne, and applying sal
volatile to her nostrils.
‘“Oh! Harriet! Harriet!’ she said, as
soon she was able to speak; ‘such a
terrible thing has been in my room ! A
hand, seemingly of fire, has been leeliug
and groping all over the apartment.
When 1 first saw it, it was right by my
pillow, and 1 was so completely chilled
with terror, that I could not cry out for
help. After a moment or two, it glided
slowly away, and seemed to be trying to
open the door of the wardrobe. Failing
in this, it went to the door leading to the
steps, and appeared to be making efforts
to unlock it. It was then that I uttered
a scream, and rolled out of the bed on the
opposite side. For some time afterward,
I could not move; and, though 1 heard
your voice at the door, I was unable to
answer. Some minutes passed, when I
was relieved by a flood of tears, and I
began to creep to the place where l heard
your call.’
“When my sister-in-law had succeeded
in unlocking the door, the flaming hand
again approached her; and, when the
door was opened, it brushed by them,
causing the lady to faint, as I have de
scribed. My wife and her .sister were, of
Course, greatly appalled; so much so,
that they could sleep uo more that night;
but, calling up two of the servants, they
made them remain in the same room with
them until morning.
“I have now nearly finished my story.
I have told you of the devilish crime
committed by Miss C., and of the periodi
cal appearance of some sort of luminous
matier in the room in which the wicked
deed was done; this lumiuous matter as
suming, in every instance, the form ot
some portion of the female body. In
deed, in the first instance ✓mentioned,
when it appeared to Aunt Eliza, her ex
cited imagination led her to think that it
was the face of Miss C. herself.
“There has been no recurrence of this
mystery, as far as wc know, siuce 1841.
In the Fall of 1851, we were absent from
Yorktown. I had taken my wife and
daughter to Florida, lor the benefit ot the
health of the latter, who was then quite a
delicate child. And, in 1861, as you are
probably aware, Mr Van Wyek, this
town was occupied by the army under
General Magruder; and this house was
used by some of the officers of his stall.
Mr. P. terminated his account, which,
though highly interesting to me, had be
come somewhat lengthy, with the follow*
ing unintentionally cutting words :
“Even if it did come in 1861, I do not
suppose there was a single soldier ol the
gallant Army of the Peninsula who could
have been terrified by a ghost—especial
ly, it he knew that this same ghost had
hitherto possessed only a sufficient degree
of boldness to enter the chamber when it
was tenanted by a nervous female.”
“Ask Mr. Van Wyck, Miss Essie,”
said Morton, with a knowing look,
“whether he thinks any of General M.a
gruder’s soldiers would run from a
ghost ?” i-j!
And Mr. P., entering into the spirit of
the joke, asked me to give my experience
with haunted houses.
“My first and last experience,” I re
plied, “was on the 7th of October, 1861;
this, the haunted house; and the room
up-stairs the one in which I saw the
ghost.”
Great surprise was expressed by all,
and all united in insisting that I should
relate the account of the spirit ps it ap
peared to me.
I took out my watch, and showed the
dial of it to Miss Essie.
“Oh, well,’’ she said, “one o’clock is
not late, when we are talking about ‘sure
enough’ ghosts.”
“Yes,” added Mr. P., “we had better
exhaust the subject to-night.”
“But I am not an adept in the art of
condensing; it would take me till daylight
to come to the end.”
“So much the better,” said Miss Essie;
“I am afraid to go to sleep after what I
have heard to-night ; and this is a most
pleasant way of passing the time,”
“I really do not know where to begin.
I have told Morton of iny adventures,
however, and I will depute him
you an analysis.”
Morton being thus called upon, began
as follows :
“As it is nearly two o’clock, you will
not expect me to go into detail. The
dry facts of the case, then, run somewhat
in this wise : As Mr. P. has stated, this
house was taken by some of the officers of
General Magruder’s staff. Mr. Van Wyck
was clerk to one of these officers, and oc
copied the room overhead. He knew
every crook and turn in the whole build
ing before we had heard a word of the
interesting story with which, to-night, we
have been entertained. On the night of
the 7th of October, 1861, he repaiied to
his couch, as usual; and, 'as usual, pro
ceeded to the enjoyment of a refreshing
snooze, which lasted till midnight. Shortly
after that hour, he was most delightfully
bewildered by seeing what appeared to
be a beautiful little womanly hand, en
deavoring to open the door. Pitying the
distress of the damsel, who seemed to
have gotten in the wrong room, he deter
mined to get up and go to her relief.
But an evil idea now possessed him, and
he concluded to confiscate this ‘tiling of
beauty. A fruitless chase ensued. He
bumped his head, he bruised his body,
but the little damsel still eluded his
grasp.
“Wearied by his unsuccessful attempts
at catching Miss Myth, lie opened the door
to get a fresh breath, when the wily
female glided by him, waving an adieu,
but saying never a word.
“ For this disgraceful conduct, in
chasing an unprotected female, Mr. Van
Wyck remains an old bachelor to this
day.” \
This turn that Morton had given the
affair pleased mo very much. If we had
entered upon a serious discussion of the
matter in all its bearings, we should have
remained at the P.s’ till dawn.
Thanking our host for his entertaining
story, we bade the family good-night, and
returned to the house of Morton’s uncle.
In bringing this story to a close, I must
state that 1 regret exceedingly that the
bottom has been so completely knocked
out of the bucket which contained my
“chemical solution”’ And I do not feel
like giving it up.
If any scientific gentlemen wish to join
me in a further investigation, they will
be pleased to meet me at the residence of
Capt. T. P. Morton, Williamsburg, Va.,
between the Ist and 6th of October,lß7l.
Carl Van Wyck.
Bishop Verot. —Bishop Verot is one
of the greatest ecclesiastical workers in
this or in any other country* His labors
to extend the Gospel of Christ appear to
us to be very great. One day we hear
of him in Savannah ; a day or two after,
we pick up a country paper, and find
that he is off at Another end of his
Diocese ; and the duties of his high office
seem to keep him continually journeying
about from place to place, with but little
rest or intermission.
We notice, by the St. Augustine (Fla.)
Examiner , of the 17th, that the Bishop,
after a trip to the North, had just return
ed to that place, bringing with him
Priests and Sisters, to satisfy the in
creasing wants of his Diocese. From
Providence, R. 1., the Bishop brought
three Sisters, who, the Examiner says,
have already commenced instructing the
young pupils of St. Mary’s Academy—
one of the best and cheapest educational
institutions in the South. It has been in
existence for ten years, and has earned
the reputation of being a first-class estab
lishment for the education of young ladies.
Board, tuition, bed, bedding, washing,
and mending for the year, are furnished
for only two hundred dollars.
The Bishop is working hard for the
success and prosperity of this School,
and proposes to start one for the educa
tion of young men, at St. Augustine, next
year, to be conducted by Christian
Brothers. —Sa vannail News.
Han’s Breitmann's Party.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
Dey had biano-blayin,
I felled in lose mit a Merican frau,
Her name was Madilda Yane.
She hat haar as prown ash a pretzel,
Her eyes vas himmel-blue,
Und ven dey looked into mine,
Dey shplit mine heart in two.
Hans Breitmann gifo a barty,
I vent dere you’ll be pound;
I valtzt mit Madilda Yane,
Und vent shpinnen round und round;
De pootiest fraeulein in de house,
She vayed ’pout dwo hoonderd pound,
Und efery dime she gife a shoomp,
She make de vindows sound.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
I dells you it cost him dear;
Dey rolled in more ash sefen kecks
Os foost-rate lag^beer;
Undvenefer dey knocks the shpicket in,
De Deutschers gives a cheer,
I dinks dat so vine a barty
Nefer eoom to & het dis year,
Hans Breitmann give a barty,
Dar all vas souse und brouse,
Ven de sooper corned in, de gompany
Did make demselfs to house;
Dey ate das brot und Gersy broost,
Do bratwurst und bretzel fine,
Und vash dor Abendessen down
Mitfoar pa’rls of Necdarvvein.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
We all eot troonkash bigs;
I poot mine mout to a par’l of beer,
Und emptied it oop mit a schwigs;
Und den I gissed Madilda Yane, •
Und she shlog me on de kop,
Und de goiypauy Steel mit daple-leeks,
Dill de coonshtable made oosh shtop.
Hans Breitmann gife a barty,
W’hei'e ish dat barty now ?
Where ish de lofely golden cloud
Dat float on de mountain's prow ?
Where ish de himmelstrahleude stem—
De shtar of de shpirits’ light?
All goned afay mit de lager bier,
Afay in de ewigkeit!
FORTY YEARS.
BY NATALIE.
“Gillian’s dead! God rest her bier !
How I loved her twenty years syne !
Marian’s married! but I sit hero
Alone and merry, at forty year,
Dipping my nose in the Gascon wine.”
So hummed Richard Leigh to himself,
its he satin his luxurious apartment at a
fashionable hotel, with his wine and
cigars beside him,
“Here’s to my fortieth year! Drunk
in silence—as it should be;” and, with
the empty glass in his hand, he sat and
gazed upon the glowing grate, musing
on the memories bis quotations called
U P
11 Gillian's dead!'’ YVs, at last ! lie
loved a Gillian, twenty years before, when
a poor country lad ; but the haughty girl
set a higher price on her charms than
simple love could pay, and she scorned his
suit for a better—which never came
Though all admired, none married her,
and she died, unloved and unregretted.
But one hears kept pity and forgive
ness for her, and wept a tear for her dis
appointed life. “Poor Gillian ! God rest
her bier !”
Marian's married!" Yes, he had a
Marian, too ; gentle, winning Mariau, to
whom his boyish heart clung tenderly,
after losing faithless Gillian.
But he was spared the pain of a second
refusal—Marian’s hand had long been
promised to another, and he had to bear
the pain of seeing her happy with him.
She, so sweet and beautiful, unconsciously
wrung his honest heart with agony, when
entrusting him with the secret of her
approaching wedding day; but he bore
up bravely till she was gone; then, he
went to a city, and devoted himself to
business so exclusively, that he soon ac
quired a fortune, and gave himself up to
the enjoyment (if enjoyment it can be
called,) of life without love.
But the handsome, courtly gentleman,
sought and flattered by all, wearied of
fawning friends and manoeuvring mam
mas—wearied of the monotonous bache
lor existence, his life seemed growing
more and more lonely, and on this, his
fortieth birthday, he forsook his Club,
and went to his room, in a sadder mood
than usual.
“Marian’s married !” If it had only
been to him, how different everything
would have been ! What a happy,
cheerful home he might have had, with
loving, merry children around !
“All, Marian ! little you knew the
strong heart which was once sacrificed
for you! Your happiness was never
marred by the knowledge that “it was
another’s grief 1 Honored and beloved,
she yet lived to fill a prominent position
in society, but lie had never met her.
And, with a sigh for the Past, he fell
asleep in hies easy-chair, and an hour or
two passed away “when lie was aroused by
a slight noise,"and, slowly opening his
eyes, saw (oh, wonder!) his lost love
standing iu the door, just as he beheld her
last, with the same rosy cheeks and sunny
curls.
“Marian !” he articulated ; but the
vision fled, and he stood still in astonish
ment. What did it mean ? Where was
he ? Asleep ? And he walked to the
mirror, rubbed his eyes; took up a paper
to see if he could read, all of which results
proved him to be in full possession of his
faculties,
“Pshaw! It was nothing ! I’ll to
bed, and dream again.” And the vision
did come again, and seemed as lovely and
smiling, but never a word spoke she.
When Richard Leigh awoke, next
morning, he smiled at the vivid fancies
bis musing’s had called up, and deter
mined to let Thackeray alone o’nights, in
future, since he disturbed his repose.
But there was a league against it
somewhere; for, on entering the breakfast
room, there sat Marian —unmistakably
Marian—iu the full light of day, at a
table near his own, enjoying her dainty
meal, as no spirit could. He walked
mechanically to his place, unable to take
his eyes off her, until she suddenly en
countered bis gaze, smiled slightly, and
blushed deeply.
How his heart beat with excitement at
the mystery! How many plans did he
quickly resolve for* its solution ! But
breakfast was over before any had been
decided on, and he went to his office to
spend the day in walking up and down,
drumming on his desk, humming snatches
of love songs, and so on, until the wel
come dinner hour arrived, when he hoped
once more to see her. She was not at the
table, however, and a heavy load fell on
his heart. But, as he was in his room,
reading the evening papers, a waiter came
up with a card and message, that a gen
tleman would like to see him in his
parlor, adjoining.
“Ralph Wilmot!” Yes, that was the
name of Marian’s husband; and, when
Richard Leigh presented himself to him,
both shook hands with unaffected cor
diality. Mr. Wilmot had grown so fleshy
that none of his old friends recognized
him; but he knew Richard at once.
“And Marian—Mrs. Wilmot—have you
not her with you !” asked Richard, as
soon as he could.
“My daughter accompanied me, for
the sake of the trip, but I fear she will
find it rather dull, being a total stranger
here. By the way, she mentioned open
ing your door by mistake, and being
astonished at your calling her byname.”
Whereupon, Richard had to explain
how the likeness to her mother caused
him to speak, which had been a mystery
ever since. Then, Miss Marian had to
be summoned and presented to her
mother’s dear friend, whose name she
bad often heard.
And lie held her hand and looked down
with glowing admiration on the second
Marian, whom he could hardly believe
was not the first.
The delightful evening they spent
together was but a prelude of more de
lightful days, when Richard, of course,
had to chaperone lior around the city.
And most faithfully did lie do it. Not a
place of art, amusement, or interest, was
left out, and Marian thought him the
best gentleman she ever knew.
The night before her departure for
home, they were standing at the window,
watching the brilliant scene below, when
Marian exclaimed :
“I wish we lived here. I shall coax
papa to come here.”
“Marian! darling! can’t I coax you to
come and live with me?" and the strong
man trembled for his answer.
But, bewildered Marian was trembling,
too, and he had to repeat it more than
once, before she could really believe that
be loved her—loved her with the pent-up
strength of a heart kept in check for
years—as fresh and warm as in youth.
But he was blessefl, at last, with as fond
and noble a wife as lie was a husband.
“RITUALISM” IN MEMPHIS.
There is a “dusty” time among our
Protestant Episcopal friends in Mem
phis. The Rev. J. W. Rogers, of that
community, has gone a little farther
than his Bishop can stand, and has been
interdicted , or, rather, his “ innovations”
have been interdicted. Hereupon, the
Rev. Mr. Rogers reminds his Bishop
that, he, Rogers, helped to make Dr.
Quintard Bishop, and that he thinks
Bishop Quintard is “going back on him,”
•as the boys say.
Wc are sorry our Protestant Episcopal
friends must lose their temper on this
thing of Ritualism. It cannot be denied
that the imitation of “Popish observ
ances” in Protestant Episcopal Churches,
is against the spirit of that community,
But the trouble is that those chiefly scan
dalised are of the low Church party,
who deny the power of “the Church” to
control the private conscience. So we
do not see how these can, consistently,
object to the “Ritualists” following their
fancies on their own hook. Would it not
tend to peace and concord to leave all
these matters, in the Protestant Episco-
pal community, to a vote of the -pair own
ers in each Church ? We hope no offence
will be taken at the suggestion !
Bishop quintard interdicts the church
OF THE BLESSED VIRGIN ANSWER op
THE REV. J. W. ROGERS, RECTOR OF THAT
CHURCH.
Editors of Memphis Appeal:
The Bishop of Tennessee, having
raised a controversy concerning the ser
vices of the Church of the Blessed Vjp.
gin, and having thrown it before the pub
lic by the first adverse publication, in
stead of writing to me in private, when I
thought I was acting in accordance with
his views,expressed on another occasion—l
now consider it due, alike to myself and
the Bishop, that nothing shall occur be
tween us without the cognizance of the
public, before whom his card denounced
ruy services as being “unauthorized by
the canons, customs, and rubrics of the
Church.” I, therefore, submit tor publi
cation a letter from the Bishop, just
handed me by a Committee of Clergy
men, returned from the Bishop’s Confer
ence, at LaGrange, and who evidently
leave me in their commissions, the choice
of Peace cr War.
LaGraxge, Tenn., Sept. 29,1868.
lo the Rev. Jas. W. Rogers:
Rev. and Dear Brother : —I am in
formed through a card published over
your name.in the papers of the city of
Memphis, that you propose organizing a
new Parish in that city, to be known
and styled as the “ Church of the Bless
ed Virgin.” It is not my wish at pre
sent to discuss the propriety of an ad
ditional Church organization in Memphis.
I understand that a majority of the clergy
of the City have declined giving their can
onical consent.
lam informed through your card that
the services in the Church of the Blessed
Virgin will be neither High Church nor
Low Church, but eminently Catholic;
incense, caudles on the altars, and gorge
ous vestments adorned with precious
stones and silver and gold, will be em
ployed to add dignity to the worship of
God.
These things are contrary to the usages
of our branch of the Church Catholic,
and to the wishes of your Bishop, and
your attempt to introduce them into the
public worship of Almighty God is an
innovation which violates the discipline
of the Church and offendetb its common
order.
Your ordination vows bind you to give
“ faithful diligence, always so to minis
ter the doctrine, sacrament, and disci
pline of Christ as the Lord hath command
ed, and as this Church hath received
the same , according to the command
ments of God.” I, therefore, require yon
to relinquish the said usages and prac
tices ; and you will understand that
they are officially interdicted by the
Bishop of the Diocese to whom you owe
canonical obedience, and whom you have
sworn “ reverently to obey.” This will
be placed in your hands by the Rev.
Richard Hines, I). D.
I am yours, faithfully, in Christ and
the Church
Charles Todd Quintard,
Bishop of Tennessee.
Rt. Rev. C. T. Quintard :
Sir: Your “ Interdiction" resolves
itself for justification into two proposi
tions :
• First. That I have in my services
broken the laws of the Church.
Seco?id. That in cases where there
is no law lam bound by my ordination
vow- to “obey the Bishop” in every laucy,
if he orders me.
As regards the first, my answer is
simply this : I have reverently kept ak
the discipline and laws of the Churcu,
and if my Bishop will point me to the
page where any law is written prohibi
tory of my practices, I will instantly
abandon them. I know all the laws of
the Church, and I keep them all.
My answer to the second residium ct
your note is simply that I have omy
done in my Church what you allow m
others, except the burning of incens ',
which the first two verses of the Prayer
Book command, and I enjoin you by the
majesty of the law to do the same. Can
a Bishop make and break laws at
sure ? Although our Church teacivj'
that the people must obey their il pas f oi -
a?id teachers have Ia right to ord< *
my people to bow at the name of
Todd Quintard ? Suppose l command
ed it, and they refused, could l briua
them to trial ? Yet they ought to oo .*
me in all lawful things. Surely, aiv
right-minded man will see that in ~IJ
respective vows of obedience we rec.y
nize the Constitution and laws both 1 ■
Church and State, to give the limit
that obedience to ecclesiastical and eiy
rulers. Oughr not civil rulers to *
obeyed ? Surely. But when bov-
Brownlow commands arbitrarily JU>
contrary to law, does every Chrism