TRUE GHOST STORIES.

Ashburton Guardian, Volume IV, Issue 960, 4 June 1883, Page 4

TRUE GHOST STORIES.

The two ghost stories (says the London correspondent of the Liverpool Mercury) by our most emioent anatoa mist are as romantic in their way as* any told by the Psycholpgjpal, Society, ; When, hardly more'than a lad at Lancaster, the future defender of vivisg£~ tion was studying for the fession, he had a horror dr me gnarly of the business, which he imagined he could never overcome. He was cured, strange to say, by a fright. Having to take some medicine on a windy night to Lancaster Castle, he had to pass through the room in which he had taken part in dissections., Jusf as "he entered tHe "room with the basket of' medicine under his |fm, thp clouds whidh hid'the niobn suddenly parted, a door slammed, &nd looking up, the future biologist saw what he thought , was an enormous amjs' hiitStretched, looking down upon him. He turned rouqd ‘trembling, .and against the .wall sfodd another figure in white. Efq.jdrftppad; hw«ii>asket and / ran.: . The patients in Lancaster Castle got no Satlicifit? tffa^^di^ht. 1 Biff when he 1 returned. po. ,dgy l that he! had by mortuary sheets, he braced tholi heiwas soon collecting skulls. He made fine set, but for a long time he cdutd, not get an Ethiopian skull. AiClast a negro died in Lancaster the young doctor got perjmissjpn to have; his bead. It was 4 gain aHvindy night when the operatißn of removing the head, was upon. But, habitedpin hU long cloak, then the fashion, and provided with a blue bag, anatomist soon had the head safely’StbWefd away. As he left the room in which the coffin lay, however,

the wind slammed the door, caught his

cloak, and nearly threw : him upon his fsce. Attempting...to refover/bimself lift f 6m£ fbnpclj increa.sipg,-.yelpcity segs, > acrbs^. 3 . courtysfitPmd‘setti|& itself,upon’, the nepk, 'the other- shut, !#Hdre hfd- ‘wolfin' TH? rushed, jhidly* after it, W flOtich df thq. seized thft sku% but, ; it Jn jfus bag,again, and ,jFpur-or-fiyp ; y ears , dying for :a^ ler gy"M 1 wjfpm s shp//na(},,soixiething to The doctor begged, her to -tell him g|no.pjf|gyraap was,near enough to be caued in a .husband, a negro, and, I fear, a bad man He tygfa sir ? jiikh,ancaster Castle;.and oh! was standing one day ! in the rooms when my husband’s head came out of the door and. seemed, to ,ask me to help him. And then, sir, the devil came through the -door, snatched up the faead/put it in a bag, and, disapI»M3d3Sßlldre<‘I * hbdld'' dd And I have newerdfene'anything. Oh ! sir, what can I do for my poor husband’s soul?”