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THE ZIGZAG SERIES.

                  BY

     HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH,
OF THE EDITORIAL STAFF OF THE "YOUTH'S COMPANION,` AND
     CONTRIBUTOR TO "ST. NICHOLAS MAGAZINE.

        Each volume comSplete in itself



            NOW PUBLISHED.

ZIGZAG 70URNEYS I.V EUROPE.
ZIGZA G 7OVURNVEYS IN    CLASSIC LANDS.
ZIGZAG 7OURAE YS IN TH1E ORIENT.
ZIGZAG 70 UNNEYS INV THE OCCIDENT.


         New Volume for 1883.
ZIGZAG 70URNVEYS IN NORTHERN LANDS.


   Over 100,000 volumes of the Zzqgzag books have
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ZI GZAG



J OUIT R N EYS



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LANDS.



THE RHINE TO THE ARCTIC.



  A SUMMER TRIP OF THE ZIGZAG CLUB THROUGH
     HOLLAND, GERM,'fANXY, DENMVTfARK, NORWA Y,
               AND SWEDEN.


                   BY

        HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH,
AUTHOR OF "YOUNG FOLKS' HISTORY OF AMTERICA,` "YOUNG FOLKS' HISTORY OF BOSTON,"
           "ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN EUROPE," ETC.



  FULL Y ILL USTRA TED.





      BOSTON:
ESTES AND LAURIAT,
   301-305 WASHINGTON STREET.
         1884.

 



























      Copyright, 1SS3,
By ESTES AND LAURIAT.

 











                       PRE F ACE.




                HIS fifth volume of the Zigzag books, in which
                  history is taught by a supposed tour of interesting
                  places, might be called a German story-book.
                    It was the aim of " ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN EUROPE"
                 and "ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN CLASSIC LANDS" to
make history interesting by stories and pictures of places. It Xwas the
purpose of " ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN THE ORIENT" to explain the Eastern
Question, and of " ZIGZAG JOURNEYS IN THE OCCIDENT" to explain
Homesteading in the West.
   The purpose of this volume is the same as in "EUROPE" and
"CLASSIC LANDS." A light narrative of travel takes the reader to the
places most conspicuously associated with German history, tradition,
literature, and art, and in a disconnected way gives a view of the most
interesting events of those Northern countries that once constituted a
great part of the empire of Charlemagne.
   It is the aim of these books to stimulate a love of history, and to
suggest the best historical reading. To this end popular stories and
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the young. But in every page, story, and picture, right edCIUcation and
right influence are kept in view.
   In this volume many German legends and fairy stories have been
used, but they are so introduced and guarded as not to leave a wrong
impression upon the minds of the young and immature.
                                                             H. B.

 














CON T ENT S.



CHAPTER
    I. THE RIVER OF STORY AND SON-G.

    II. GHOST STORIES .

  III. A STORY-TELLING JOURNEY .

  IV. GERMAN- STORIES .

  V. THE SECOND 'MEETING OF THE CLUB

  VI. NIGHT SECOND. . . . .

  VII. EVENING THE THIRD .

VIII. EVENING THE FOURTH.

  IX. FIFTH MEETING FOR RHINE STORIES

  X. NIGHT THE SIXTH.

  XI. COLOGNE. . . .

  XII. HAMBURG

XIII. THE BELLS OF THE RHINE .

XIV. THE SONGS OF THE RHINE.

XV. COPENHAGEN   . . . . . . .

XVI. NORWAY .

XVII. THE GREATER RHINE.



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Carrying Siegfried's Body   Fronfispiece.  Peasant s House in the Black Forest  .
Introducing Christianity into the North  6 I  on Moltke .,
Castle in Rhine Land.17                   Fountain at Schaffhausen.              ,
Tower of Rudesheim on the Rhine       19  The Old Woman's Directions . .    .
Mountain Scenery in Southern Germany  23  The Hen and the Trench       .
I 've seen de Debble ".             26   Strasburg Cathedral.                   _;
Cat and Rat.27                             Platform of Strasburg Cathedral.  .
Grandmother Golden .29                    T.                 hus didst thou to the Vase of Soissonstzl-
The Frightened Irishman               30  Street in Strasburg .   .    ....
Duncan Asleep .34 Clovis .                                   ..
Witches.. 35                               Monsieur Lacombe and the Organ       i t
The Grand-Ducal Castle, Schwerin      41    Here is an Odd Treasure"   . .   .
Ancient German Houses                 43   Palace at Heidelberg.   .   .2.
Ancient Religious Rites of the Peasants45 German Student    .       .      .      t
Old Fortress on the Rhine    .o           Castle at Heidelberg .I2,
St. Dunstan and the Devil             53  German Students    .    .    .131
The Murder of Edward .                5S  Entrance to Heidelberg Castle         135
The Emperor William and Napoleon III  63  Little Mook          .     .13-
William before his Father.64              Amputation .       .. .  .
King William's Helmet.                6;  The Queer Old Lady who went to Col-
Jamie at the Strange-looking House    67    lege       ..t.              .
MIountain Scene in Germany   .       69 "And it told to her the Truth4
Jamie rushing towards his Mother      71    N-ot very, very plain '141
The Dwarf and the Goose.72 I "Thev you straightwav in invite '               .  
Eberhard      ..                      74   ' He of the hlhilosophie "..     .   i;
Bridge in the Via Mala.77                 A Battle between Franks and Saxons .   4
John Huss.. .                         79 Luther's House     .     .    .        147
Bismarck.81                               A tribe of Germans on an Expedition   14,
P'eter in the Forest.S6                    T'Fe Murder of Siegfried.  .   .      1 1
IPeter and the Manikin.     .    .    88 'Mavence .                                .
Peter surpassed the King of Dancers   89  Bishop Hatto and the Rats.     .
Peter and the Giant.            .     go  View on the Rhine                      1 .
A Village in the Black Forest.        93   The Lorelei   .     .     ..       .    o

 




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Herman's Eves were fixed on the Rock
Ehrenbreitstein .
Goethe's Promenade .
Faust Signing.
Faust and AMephistopheles .
A Cleft in the Mountains
V'oltaire.
The Unnerved Hussar.
Cathedral of Cologne.
The Mysterious Architect
St. Martin's Church, Cologne .
Charlemnagrne in the School of the Palace
Charlemagne inflicting Baptism upon the
  Saxons .
The Germans on an Expedition
Canal in Hamburg.
Tlhe Palace in Berlin .
Grotto .
Sans-Souci.
Peter the \Wild Boy.
'rhe Silent Castles  ..   .....
Hotel de Ville, Ghent
Bell-Tower, Ghent
Castle at Heidelberg.
Breslau.
Finishing the Bell .
At the Inn.
The Day of Execution.



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163  Above the Town.
166I Old Peasant Costume
i67  The Old City
171  Old Peasant Costume
172  Old Peasant Costumes
175  City Gate
179  The Neckar. ...       ...
182  An Old German Town
I8j  The Rhinefels .
i89  Mlayence in the Olden Time
193  Beethoven's Home at Bonn
197  A City of the Rhine .
     The River of Song    .
201i The Palace of Rosenborg
203  View of Copenhagen .
207  Palace of Fredericksborg
209  The King in the Bag .
21I  Gustavus Adolphus   .
213  Death of Gustavus and his Page
217  Cascade in Norway   .
223  Lazaretto.      ......
225  The Naero Fiord.
228  Lake in Norway
229  The Coast
233  Niagara Falls .
236  A New England in the West
237  Near Quebec
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             ZIGZAG JOURNEYS

                              IN


       NORTHERN LANDS.




                      CHAPTER 1.

               THE RIVER OF STORY AND SONG.

               HE  Rhine!  River of what histories, tragedies,
                  comedies, legends, stories, and songs! Asso-
                  ciated with the greatest events of the history of
                  Germany, France, and Northern Europe; with
                  the Rome of Cxsar and Aurelian; with the
                  Rome of the Popes ; with the Reformation;
                  with the shadowy goblin lore and beautiful fairy
                  tales of the twilight of Celtic civilization that
                  have been evolved through centuries and have
                  become the household stories of all enlighitened

                     A journey down the Rhine is like passing
                  through wonderland; wild stories, quaint stories,
                  legendary and historic stories, are associated with
                  every rood of ground from the Alps to the ocean.
It is a region of the stories of two thousand vears. The Rhine is the
river of the poet; its banks are the battle-fields of heroes; its forests
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   When Rome was queen of the world, Caesar carried his eagles
over the Rhine; Titus sent a part of his army which had conquered
Jerusalem to the Rhine; Julian erected a fortress on the Rhine; and
Valentinian began the castle-building that was to go on for a thou-
sand years.
   The period of the Goths, Huns, Celts, and Vandals came, -the
conquerors of Rome; and the Rhine was strewn with Roman ruins.
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               INTRODUCING CHRISTIANITY INTO THE NORTH.

ing. A Christian soldier in one of the legions that destroyed Jeru-
salem and tore down the temple, first brought the Gospel to the
Rhine. His name was Crescaitius. He was soon followed by mis-
sionaries of the Cross. Christianity was established upon the Rhine
soon after it entered Rome.
   The great conquests of modern history are directly or indirectly
associated with the wonderful river: Caesar, who conquered the world,
crossed the Rhine; Attila, who conquered the city of the Casars;
Clovis, who founded the Christian religion in France; and Charle-
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TIHE RIVER OF STORY iA1AiD SON'G.



Barbarossa and Frederick the Great added lustre to its growing 11is-
tory, and Napoleon gave a yet deeper coloring to its thrilling scents.
   When the Northern nations shattered the Roman power, pvol)lu
imagined that the dismantled castles of the Rhine became the abodes
of mysterious beings: spirits of the rocks, forests, fens; strange



TOWER OF RUDESHEIM ON THE RHINE.



maidens of the red marshes ; enchanters, demons ; the streams were
the abodes of lovely water nymi-phs; the glens of the woods, of delight-
ful fairies.
   Into these regions of shadow, mystery, of heroic history, of moral
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especially interesting to the American traveller, for his form of Chris-
tianity and republican principles came from the Rhine. Progress to
him  was cradled on the Rhine, like Moses on the Nile.       In the Rhine
lands Luther taught, and Robinson of Leyden lived and prayed; and
from those lands to-day comes the great emigration that is peopling
the golden empire of America in the West. " I would be proud of the
Rhine were I a German," said Longfellow. " I love rivers," said
Victor Hugo; "of all rivers I prefer the Rhine."
    It is our purpose in this story-telling volume to relate why the
Zigzag Club was led to make the Rhine the subject of its winter
evening study, and to give an account of an excursion that some of
its members had made from Constance to Rotterdam and into the
countries of the North Sea.


             "All hail, thou broad torrent, so rolden and green,
             Ye castles and churches, ye hamlets serene,
             Ye cornfields, that wave in the breeze as it sweeps,
             Ye forests and ravines, ye towering steeps,
             Ye mountains e'er clad in the sun-illumed vine!
             Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine

             I greet thee, 0 life, with a yearning so strong,
             In the maze of the dance, o'er the goblet and song.
             All hail, beloved race, men so honest and true,
             And maids who speak raptures with eyes of bright blue!
             May success round your brows e'er its garlands entwine!
             Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine

             On the Rhine is my heart, where affection holds sway
             On the Rhine is my heart, vwhere encradled I lay,
             Where around me friends bloom, where I dreamt away youth,
             Where the heart of my love glows with rapture and truth
             May for me your hearts e'er the same jewels enshrine.
             Wherever I go is my heart on the Rhine !
                                                         WOLFGANG MfLLER.



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CHAPTER II.



                         GHOST STORIES.

            THE ZIGZAG CLUB AGAIN. -- SOMIE ", GHOST " STORIES.

               HE Academy had opened again. September again
                 colored the leaves of the old elms of Yule. The
                 Blue Hills, as lovely as when the Northmen beheld
                 them nearly nine hundred years ago, were radiant
                 with the autumn tinges of foliage and sky, changing
                 from turquoise to sapphire in the intense twilight,
and to purple as the shades of evening fell.
   The boys were back again, all except the graduating class, some
of whom were at Harvard, Brown, and Yale. Master Lewis was in
his old place, and Mr. Beal was again his assistant.
   The Zigzag Club was broken by the final departure of the grad-
uating class.  But Charlie Leland, William  Clifton, and Herman
Reed, who made a journey on the Rhine under the direction of Mr.
Beal, had returned, and they had been active members of the school
society known as the Club.
   We should say here, to make the narrative clear to those who have
not read " Zigzag Journeys in Classic Lands" and " Zigzag Journeys
in the Orient," that the boys of the Academy of Yule had been accus-
tomed each year to form a society for the study of the history, geog-
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during the long summer vacation as many of the society as could do
so, visited, under the direction of their teachers, the lands about wNlhich
they had studied. This society was called the Zigzag Club, because
it aimed to visit historic places without regard to direct routes of
travel. It zigzagged in its travels from the associations of one his-
toric story to another, and was influenced by the school text-book or
the works of some pleasing author, rather than the -uide-book.
   The Zigzag books have been kindly received;' and we may here
remark parenthetically that they do not aim so much to present narra-
tives of travel as the histories, traditions, romances, and stories of
places. They seek to tell stories at the places wvhere the events oc-
curred and amid the associations of the events that still i-emain. The
Zigzag Club go seeking what is old rather than what is new, and thus
change the past tense of history to the present tense.
   Charlie Leland was seated one day on the piazza of the Academy,
after school, reading  Hawthorne's " Twice-Told Tales."   Master
Lewis presently took a seat beside him; and "Gentleman Jo," whom
we introduced to our readers in " Zigzags in the Occident," was rest-
ing on the steps near them.
   Gentleman Jo was the janitor.   He was a relative of Master
Lewis, and a very intelligent man. He had been somewhat disabled
in military service in the West, and was thus compelled to accept a
situation at Yule that was quite below his intelligence and personal
worth. The boys loved and respected him, sought his advice often,
and sometimes invited him to meetings of their Society.
   "Have you called together the Club yet  " asked Master Lewis
of Charlie, when the latter had ceased reading.
   " We had an informal meeting in my room last evening."
   X What is your plan of study  "
   " We have none as yet," said Charlie. " W\e are to have a meeting
next week for the election of officers, and for literary exercises we have
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agreed to relate historic ghost storics. We asked Tommy Toby to be
present, and he promised to give us for the occasion his version of
iSt. Dunstan and the Devil and the Six Boy Kings.' I hardly know
what the story is about, but the title sounds interesting."
   "What made you choose ghost stories" asked Master Lewis,
curiously.
    You gave us Irving and Hawthorne to read in connection with
our lessons on American literature. ' Rip Van Winkle,' ' Sleepy Hol-
low,' and 'Twice-Told Tales' turned our thoughts to popular super-
stitions; and, as they made me chairman, I thought it an interesting
subject just now to present to the Club."
    More interesting than profitable, I am thinking. Still, the subject
might be made instructive and useful as well as amusing.

   "Did you ever see a ghost  " asked Charlie of Gentleman Jo, after
Master Lewis left them.
   "We thought we had one in our house, when I was living with my
sister in Hingham, before the war. Hing-ham used to be famous for
its ghost stories ; an old house without its ghost was thought to lack
historic tone and finish."
   Gentleman Jo took a story-telling attitude, and a number of the
pupils gathered around him.


               GENTLEMAN JO'S GHOST STORY.
   I shall never forget the scene of excitement, when one morning Biddy, our
domestic, entered the sitting-room, her head bobbing, her hair flying, and her
cap perched upon the top of her head, and exclaimed: "Wurrah ! I have seen
a ghoust, and it 's lave the hoose I must. Sich a night! I 'd niver pass anither
the like of it for the gift o' the hoose. Bad luck to ye, an' the hoose is haunted
for sure."
   " Why, Biddy, what have you seen  " asked my sister, in alarm.
   " Seen  An' sure I did n't see nothin'. I jist shet me eyes and hid mesilf
under the piller. But it was awful. An' the way it clanked its chain! 0 mur-
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    This last remark was rather startling. Spirits that clank their chains have
a very unenviable reputation.
    "Pooh!" said my uncle. "What you heard was nothing but rats."  Then,
                         turning to me, he asked  " Where is the steel trap 
                             "Stolen, I think," said I. "I set it day before
                         yesterday, and when I went to look to it it was gone."
                             "An' will ye be givin' me the wages " said
                         Biddy, " afore I bid ye grood-marnin' 
                              Going " asked my sister, in astonishment.
                              "An' Sure I am," answered lBiddy. " Ye don't
                         think I 'd be afther stayin' in a house that 's haunted,
                         do ye "
                             In a few minutes I heard the front door bang,
         !!Nt    t        1l   locand, looking out, saw our late domestic, with a budget
                         on each arm, trudging off as though her ideas were of
                         a very lively character.
                            A colored woman, recently from the South, took
                         Biddy's place that very day, and was assigned the
                         same room in which the latter had. slept.
                            We had invited company for that evening, and
                         some of the guests remained to a very late hour.
                            The sound of voices subsided as one after an-
                         other departed, and we were left quietly chatting with
                         the few who remained. Suddenly there was a mys-
                         terious movement at one of the back parlor doors, and
        f      /        we saw two white eyes casting furtive glances into the
                         room.
                            "What's wanted " demanded my sister, of the
   'VE SEEN DE DEBBLEL."  object at the door.
                             Our new domestic appeared in her night clothes.
    "0 missus, I 've seen de debble, I done have," was her first exclamation.
    This, certainly, was not a sight that we should wish any one to see in our
house, as desirable as a dignified spectre might have been.
     Pooh !" said my sister. " What a silly creature! Go back to bed and to
sleep, and do not shame us by appearing before company in your night clothes."
   "I don't keer nothing about my night clothes," she replied, with spirit.
'Jes' go to de room and git de things dat belong to me, an' I '11 leave, and never
disturb you nor dis house any more. It 's dreadful enough to be visited by dead



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folks, any way, but when (le spirits comes rattling a chain it 's a dreadful bad
sign, you may be sure."
    " What did you see  " asked 1.
    " See I did n't see nothin'. 'T was bad enough to hear it. I woVuld n't
 hav' seen it for de world. I 'HI go quick -jest as soon as you gets de thing-s."
    WVe made her a bed on a lounge below stairs. The next mornitng she took
 her bLundclles and made a speedy exit.
    WVe had a maiden aunt sxho obtained a livelihood by visiting her relations.
 On the morning when our last domestic left she arrived, bag and bagga-e, greatly
 to our annoyance. We said nothing about the disturbances to her, but iigreed
 among ourselves that she should sleep in the haunted chamber.
    That night, about twelve o'clock, the household were awakened by a )iercing,
scream above stairs. All wvas silent for a few minutes, when the house echoed
with the startling cry of "Murder! Murder / MITurrR !"  The accent was very
strong on the last syllable in the last two words, as thoulglh the )articular force
of the excla-
mation was
therein con-
tained.


ber and asked  




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what was the
matter.
   "I have
seen a   en ap-
paratus," ex-
claimed  m y
aunt. no Murder! Oh, wait a minute. I'm a (ead woman.
   She unlocked the door in a delirious way and descended to the sittin-room,
where she sat sobbing for a long time, declaring that -she was a (lead wmn
She had heard his chain rattle.
   And the next morning she likewise left,
   We now felt uneasy ourselves, and wondered what marvel the followi-ng night
would produce. I examined the room carefully duiring the day, but could dis-
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room. They seemed like the footfalls of a person whose feet were clad in iron.
Then followed sounds like a scuffle.
    I rose, and, taking a light, went to the chamber with shaky knees and a pal-
pitating heart. I listened before the door. Presently there wvas a movement in
the room as of some one dragging a chain. My courage began to ebb. I was
half resolved to retreat at once, and on the morrow advise the family to quit the
premi ses.
   But my better judgment at last prevailed, and, opening the door with a ner-
vous hand, I saw an "apparatus" indeed.
   Our old cat, that I had left accidentally in the room, had in her claws a large
rat, to whose leg was attached the missing trap, and to the trap a short chain.


    "I knew the story would end in that way," said Charlie. " But that
is not a true colonial ghost story, if it did happen in old Hingham."
   The sun was going down beyond the Waltham       Hills. The shad-
ows of the maples were lengthening upon the lawns, and the chirp
of the crickets was heard in the old walls. Charlie seemed quite dis-
satisfied with Gentleman Jo's story. The latter noticed it.
   " My story does not please you " said Gentleman Jo.
   " No; I am in a different mood to-night."
   Master Lewis smiled.
   Just then a quiet old lady, who had charge of a part of the rooms
in the Academy, appeared, a bunch of keys jingling by her side, much
like the wife of a porter of a lodge in an English castle.
   "Grandmother Golden," said Charlie, -the boys were accustomed
to address the chatty, familiar old lady in this way, - " you have seen
ghosts, have n't you   What is the most startling thing that ever hap-
pened in your life"
   Grandmother Golden had seated herself in one of the easy piazza
chairs. After a few minutes she was induced to follow Gentleman Jo
in an old-time story.



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        GRZANDMOTHER GOLDEN'S ONLY GHOST STORV.

     The custom in old times, when a person died, was for some one to sit in the
 room and watch with the dead body in the night, as long as it remained in the
 house. A good, pious custom it
 was, in my way of thinking,
 thouLgh it is not common now.
    J emm-y Robbin was a poor
 old man. They used to call him
 " Auld Robin Gray," after the
 song, and lhe lived and died alone.
 His sister Dorothea-Dorothy
 she was commonly called - took
 charge of the house after his
 death, and she sent for Grand-
 father Golden to watch one night
 with the corpse.
    We were just married, grand-
father and t, and he wanted I
should watch with him, for com-
pany; and as I could not bea
that he should be out of my sigtl
a minute when I could help i
I consented. I wvas young and
foolish then, and very fond of
grandfather, -we were in our
honeymoon, you know.
    We dlid n't go to the house at
a very early hour of the evening;
it was n't customary for the watch-
ers to go until it wxas nearly time
for the family, to retire.
   In the course of the evening           GRANDMOTHE'R GOLD)EN.
there came to the house a traveller, -a poor Irishman, - an 01(1 man, evidently
honest, but rather simple, who asked Dorothy for a lodging.
   Hie said he had travelled far, was hungry, weary, and footsore, and. if turned
away, knew not where he could go.



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    It was a stormy night, and the good heart of Dorothy was touched at the
story of the stranger, so she told him that he might stay.
    After he had warnmed himself and eaten the food she prepared for him, she
asked him to retire, saying that she expected company. Instead of going with
him to show where he was to sleep, as she ought to have done, she directed him
to his room, furnished him with a light, and bade him good-night.
    The Irishman, as I have said, was an old man and not very clear-headed.
For-etting, his directions, and mistaking the room, he entered the chamber where
lay the body of poor Jemmy Robbin. In closing the door the light was blown
out. He foUnd there was what seemed to be some other person in the bed, and,
supposing him a live bedfellow, quietly lay down, covered himself with a coun-
terl)ane, and soon fell asleep.
    About ten o'clock grandfather and I entered the room. We just glanced at
the bed. WVhat seemed to be the corpse lay there, as it should. Then grand-
father sat down in an easy-chair, and I, like a silly hussy, sat down in his lap.
    XWe were having a nice time, talking about what we would do and how
happy xvc should be when we went to housekeeping, when, all at once, I heard
a snore. It came from the bed.
     What 's that  " said I.
     That  " said grandfather. " Mercy! that was Jemmy Robbin."
     We listened nervously, but heard nothing more, and at last concluded that
it was the wind that had startled us. I gave grandfather a generous kiss, and
it calmed his agitation wonderfully.
   We grew cheerful, laughed at our fright, and were chatting away again as
briskly as before, when there was a noise in bed. We were silent in a moment.
The counterpane certainly moved. Grandfather's eyes almost started from his
head. The next instant there was a violent sneeze.
   I jumped as if shot. Grandfather seemed petrified. He attempted to
ejaculate something, but was scared by the sound of his own voice.
   "Mercy!" says 1.
   " What was it  " said grandfather.
   " Let 's go and call Dorothy," said I.
   " She would be frightened out of her senses."
   "I shall die with fright if I hear anything more," I said, half dead already
with fear.
   Just then a figure started up in the bed.
   "And wha-and wha-and wha-" mumbled the object, gesticulating.
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                      stairs at one bound, gave vent to my terrors by a scrkc lal,
                      that, for aught I know, could have been heard a, mile dis-
                      tant.
                      Both of us ran for Dorothy's room. There was a
                      sound of feet and a loud ejaculation of "I July Peter
                      The man is dead!"
                           It 's comni'," shouted grandfather, and, Sure enough,
                      there were footsteps on the stairs.
           ;             " : 8 :;0 '    4'Dorothy! Dorothy ! " I screamed.

                   slce), came rushin'g to the entry in
                   her night-dress.
                       "I have seen a ghost, Doro-
thy,'' said I.
   "A what 
   "I have seen the awffullest-"
   " It 's comin'," said grandfather.
     Holy Peter s" said an object in the
darkness. " There 's a dead mran in the
bed !"
   W Why, it 's that Irishman," said Dor-
othy, as she heard the voice.
   "\What Irishman  " asked I. " A
Murdered one "
   " No ; he - there- I suLspect that
he mistook his room and wvent to bed
with poor Jenmmy."
   The mystery now became quite clear. Grandfather looked anything but
pleased, and declared that he would rather have seen a ghost than. to have been
so foolishly frightened.


     Is that all  " asked Charlie.
   "That is all," said Grandmother Golden. "Just hear the crickets
chirp. Sounds dreadful mournful."
   " I have been twice disappointed," said Charlie. " Perhaps, Mlaster
Lewis, you can tell us a story before we go in. Something fine and
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    " In harmony with books you are reading"
    "And the spirit of Nature," added Charlie.
    " How fine that there boy talks," said Grandmother Golden.   " Get
to be a minister some day, I reckon."
    " How would the True Story of Macbeth answer " asked Master
Lewis.
    "That would be excellent: Shakspeare.    The greatest ghost story
ever written."
    " And if you don't mind, I '11 just wait and hear that story, too,
said good-humored Grandmother Golden.


            MASTER LEWIS'S STORY OF MACBETH.

    More than eight hundred years ago, when the Roman wall divided England
from Scotland, when the Scots and Picts had become one people, and when the
countries of Northern Euro