Delaware journal. [volume] (Wilmington [Del.]) 1827-1832, 1829-02-03
TUESDAY, February 3, 1923.
A VISION OLE PuRGATORY.


story under the above title. 1t is from the pen of
DR.. Mangin, and the adventures of its hero, Larry
Sweeny, bear some resemblance to the adventures
Of the celebrated Daniel O'Rourke. Sir Theo-
dore DE Lacy Larry's master, fat, jovial ancient
baronet, had great horror of his body being RAJ
sed, after his DEATH for the purpose of dissection
He, therefore, made his faithful servant swear,
that he would watch him three days and three nights
after his body had been planted under the sod.
The story then proceeds
The next evening Sir Theodore died, as has been
mentioned and in due time thereafter, was buried,
according to the custom of the family, IN the church
yard of inistubber. All was fifty performed; and
although Dickinson had design upon the Joviai
knight (and if he had not, there was nobody with
in Is miles that could be suspected OF such AN
outrage,) yet Larry Sweeny was determined to
make good his promise of watching his master--
"id think little of telling lie to him by the way
Of no harm, when he was alive" said he, wiping
his eyes, as soon as the last of the train had de-
parted, leaving him with singh companion in the
lonely cemetry shut now that he's dead, God rest
his soul I'd xscorn it. So, Jack Kinaley, as be-
hovcs my first cousins son, stay you with me here
this blessed night, for betune between] you and !,
it ant lucky to stay one'sselt in this runated Old
rookery, where CHESTS God help US is as thick as
bottles in Sir Thomas's cellar"
"Never you mind that, Larry" said Knaley, a
discharged soldier, who had been through all the
campaigns Of the Peninsula; "ncver mind, say.
such deliberations. liant | lain in blvouack on the
field at Salamanca and Tallawara, and the Pyrum-
nees, and many uher places beside, where there
was dead corpses lying about in piles, and there was
no more ghosts than kneebuckles in il Judgement OF
| llighlanders Here, let me prime them pieces, and
hand US over the bottle; we will stay snug under
this east window. for the winds coming down the
hill, and defy
"None of that bould talk, jack" said his cousin;
as for what you saw in foreign parts, OF dead men
killed a-iyhting, sare that's nothing to the dead,
God rest em that's here. There you see, they
had company one with the other, and being xii
led lreshke that morning, had no heart to stir ;
but here faith tits horse of another color"
"May be it isl said Jack, 'but the nights coming
on, so I'll turn in. Wake me ii you sees any thing;
and after l'ye got my two hours rest III relieve
you"
With these words, the soldier turned on his side,
under shelter OF grave, and as his lbatlons mad
been rather copious during the day, 1t was not long
before be gave audible testimony that the dread OF
supernauru ysitants had no effect ia disturbing the
even current of his fancy.
Although Larry had not opposed the proposition
of his kinsman, yet he felt by no means at ease
lie put in practice all the usually recommended nos
ltrums for keeping away unpleasant thoughts he
whistcl, but the echo sounded sad and dismal
that he did not venture to repeat the experiment
he sang but when more than five notes had pas
sed his lips. he found it impossible to get out the
SIXTH for the chorus reverberatng from the ruinou
walls was destruction TO all earthly harmony; hi
cleared his throat, he hemmed, he stamped, he en-
deavoured to walk-a would not do. He wished
sincerely that Sir Theodore had gone to heaven
he dared not suggest to himself Just then, the
existence of any other region--without leaving OF
him the perous task OF guarding his mortal remains
in so desperate place. Flesh aud blood coult
hardly resist it. Even the preternaiural snoring o
Jack Kinaey, added to the horrors of his position
and if his application to the spirituous soother o
grief beside him was frequent, it is more to be dc
plored on the score Of morality. than wondere
at on the score of metaphysics. He VINO censure
our hero too severely, has never watched the dei'
body of Il dead baronct in the churchyard OF lni;
tubber at midnight.
sIfit was Il common, decent, quite, (quet0 wei
behaved churchyar a'self,'' tho't Larry halt aout
''but when It's like this forsaken ould berrin gro n
which is noted for villany--sFor what Larry! said
gentleman, stepping outofa niche which contained tn
only statue time had spared. 1t was the figure {
Saint Colman, to whom the church was dedicated
Larry had been looking at the figure, as 1t shon
forth in ebon anu ivory in the light and shadow
the now high-careerng moon. For what. Larry.
said the gentleman, 'slor what do you say III
churchyard is noted?' 'sFor nothing at all, pla:
your HONOR" replied Larry, ''except the height
gentility."
The stranger was about four feet high, dresse
in what might be called flowing garments, if,
their form, their rigidty did not deprive them
all claim to such an appellaon. He wore
antique mitre upon his head his hands were fod'
upon his breast; and his right shoulder rest'
a pastoral crook. There was solemn expressit
in his countenance, and his eye might truly be ca
-. ed stony. His beard could not be well said to wa
w. upon his bosom but it lay upon it in ample prot
sion, sitter than that of Jew on frosty mornl
after mist. In short, as Larry soon discovered
his horror, on looking up at the niche that it "
-, no other than st. Comar himself, who had ste
forth, indignant, in all probability, at the stigma CT
I L. iaa ,uatcher Of the lcal ON ihe churchY ars