At last she burst into tears, and clasping my hand, said, "Oh, doctor, I ought to tell you--I sent for you on purpose--yet I fear you will not believe me: my good man has seen a ghost!" "A ghost!" said I, repressing a smile.

"Well, tell me all, that I may prevent the ghost coming again." The woman's story was prolix.

Its substance was this Her husband, habitually an early riser, had left his bed that morning still earlier than usual, to give directions about some cattle that were to be sent for sale to a neighbouring fair.

An hour afterwards he had been found by a shepherd, near the mausoleum, apparently lifeless.

On being removed to his own house, he had recovered speech, and bidding all except his wife leave the room, he then told her that on walking across the park towards the cattle-sheds, he had seen what appeared to him at first a pale light by the iron door of the mausoleum.