Literary cadet, and Saturday evening bulletin. [volume] (Providence, R.I.) 1826-1827, 1827-02-17

bacco--and then Mistress Goblin resumed her so.
pernatural narrative.
"To proceed" said the ghost, 81 married Mr..
Bowline, the sailor. but we had scarcely swung in
weGlocks soft hammock fortnight, when my hus-
band began to grow weary Of his CO ntract and as
was not disposed to listen to his grumblings and
! his complaints, took it into my head, | would
take the liberty to free myself from bondage. Mr..
| Bovine was man Of no common temper ament
he was as fond Of rum as ] was Of gin, and he
rarely returned to his home but what he was in
toxicated, and it occurred TO me- tina: the best thing
could do, to induce him to leave me, would be to
give him an occasional sound drubbing. But as
have before remarked during our conversation,
talking makes me very thirsty, AMI perhaps we hal
better take little Of the joran, before proceed
any farther. Hereupon they took a phlegm cut.
ter and an anil fosmatic,' in the way these pota.
tions are recommended by the editor of the Nation
al Philanhrop.t, and tins being done, the ghost re-
sumed her narration.
"As SAID before we took the la 4 goblet" contn.
ued the ghost, ~ determined TO commit some operi
act, as the lawyers say, that would induce Mr. Bow
line to leave me, and so ye see, commenced beat.
ing hlm, sounJly and roundy as could for the
very soul OF me. Some two years since, he came
home at midnight most sadly intoxicated-bui
speaking Of Thinking makes one thirsty and sup
pose we take a drIuk--and determined to put my
designs INTO execution. As he tumbled INTO bed,
commenced my work OF destruction-aDd how
do you think managed to execute It? But talk
ing makes one dry, as ] sand once before, and sup
pose we take httie OF the creature"
Again the venerable patriot and his shostly SOM
panlon offered up hearty iuatloa, when the latter
proceeded in her narrative
"As was saying, beat him to my hearts salts
iacton--and now IN explain how ! did II. As he
crawled INTO bed, he placed his head the pillow,
aud IN a lew moments he was taking Il comfortable
snoo=e when crept IN at the iool, with my heels
upwurds-o course they reached his head-wheu
kicked his brains out. The next nlght---ah twas
a dreadful nSht-tlie pale ghost OF Mr.. Bovine
visited me. lie had on brnslone shrt-witn a
70, ,ked taIi-and his hair was composed OF rattle
snakes With his iron claws he cllnched me, and
Tore me plcce-!nedl. Anu now, Sir, | have told
you my whole story have visited you to tell
you that came to my sad late through your
lniiIelity and the duplicity OF .black-eyed Sally
Crow-aud you must go with me ere the morning
dawns, to dwell IN that gun OF misery to which
an, doomed"
Al this moment the clock struck one, and the
proves of the ghost beng dispeed, she rema ked
that she must be asoins, but do so, SAID sne
"iels take drop, as talking makes one thirsty and
II you would have Interview with me at some
other period, please TO make call at the 5eachery
III John-street. The parties here took drop Or
two, when the ghost, mlds. sulphur and flames, ana
deaienng thunders, winged her way to the lower
worlds, aud lett the old gentleman to take a com.
for;able snooze on the snow bank.
The reader Is requested to understand, that this
taieoi horror Will make HIM acquainted with the
history Of the John-street Ghost whose visits to
tins upper region have OF late filled certain Sec
ton of the town and all the watchmen with utter
CONSERVATION.