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2 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