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Apparitions: Or, the Mystery of Ghosts, Hobgoblins, and Haunted Houses Developed
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Page 183 - She turn'd— it stopt !— nought could she see Upon the gloomy plain ; But, as she strove the Sprite to flee, She heard the same again. Now terror seized her quaking frame ; For, where the path was bare. The trotting Ghost kept on the same : She mutter'd many a pray'r.
Page 25 - When I lay me down to sleep, I recommend myself to his care ; when I awake, I give myself up to his direction. Amidst all the evils that threaten me, I will look up to him for help, and question not but he will either avert them, or turn them to my advantage. Though I know neither the time nor the manner of the death I am to die, I am not at all solicitous about it ; because I am sure that he knows them both, and that he will not fail to comfort and support me under them.
Page 184 - twas his fate to thrive : And long he lived and spread his fame, And kept the joke alive. For many a laugh went through the vale, And some conviction too : Each thought some other goblin tale, Perhaps, was just as true.
Page 22 - A screech-owl at midnight has alarmed a family more than a band of robbers ; nay, the voice of a cricket hath struck more terror than the roaring of a lion. There is nothing so inconsiderable, which may not appear dreadful to an imagination that is filled with omens and prognostics : a rusty nail or a crooked pin shoot up into prodigies.
Page 138 - The supposed spirit had before publicly promised, by an affirmative knock, that it would attend one of the gentlemen into the vault under the church of St. John, Clerkenwell, where the body is deposited, and give a token of her presence there, by a knock upon her coffin ; it was therefore determined to make this trial of the existence or veracity of the supposed spirit.
Page 208 - Achtcrmannshohe, a human figure of a monstrous size. A violent gust of wind having almost carried away my hat, I clapped my hand to it by moving my arm towards my head, and the colossal figure did the same.
Page 21 - ... obedience, that I let it drop by the way; at which she immediately startled, and said it fell towards her. Upon this I looked very blank ; and observing the concern- of the whole table, began to consider myself, with some confusion, as a person that had brought a disaster upon the family. The lady, however, recovering herself, after a little space, said to her husband, with a sigh, " My dear, misfortunes never come single.
Page 24 - Such an extravagant cast of mind engages multitudes of people, not only in impertinent terrors, but in supernumerary duties of life ; and arises from that fear and ignorance which are natural to the soul of man. The horror with which we entertain the thoughts of death, (or indeed of any future evil,) and the...
Page 21 - Do not you remember, child," says she, "that the pigeon-house fell the very afternoon that our careless wench spilt the salt upon the table ?" " Yes," says he, " my dear ; and the next post brought us an account of the battle of Almanza.
Page 192 - Sailor boy ! peace to thy soul ! DlMOKD. 9. — MARY, THE MAID OF THE INN. WHO is she, the poor Maniac, whose wildly-fixed eyes Seem a heart overcharged to express ? She weeps not, yet often and deeply she sighs ; She never complains, but her silence implies The composure of settled distress.