American Republican and Baltimore daily clipper. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1844-1846, 1846-05-09

sun. War and pestilence are whitening under
her frown. The triple links have grown into
chain, encompassing the world and binding
mankind in universal friendship. Prophecy
forgets TO note the date of this millenial era,
and the patient history must find it as she looks
into the faces of the dying years and bends her
head to think of epitaphs.
THE COUNTRY PHYsIcIAN.-.4 Ghost Story.
The life Of a physician brings him in contact
with many strange events, and that Of country
practitioners is often made up of as great va
riety of incidents, as the city could afford.
The following incident the writer ofthis can
vouch for as having occurred as related, and if
it did not turn out "real ghost, " at least it
came very near being one. The initials only
of the parties are giving.
DR.. c. was the principal physician in
the village of s., in Massachusetts. He
had been attending an infant child of young
couple, whose residence was mile from the
village; but the child died and was buried, and
the mother was more than usually afflicted at
the loss of her frst-born.
One night, week or two after the burial of
the child, the worthy Doctor was riding at
late hour of the night past the village burial
ground. The moon was shining brightly and
cold March wind was whstling through the
tops of couple Of tall pines which then orna-
mented the graveyard. (Some Vandal hand
has since destroyed them.) The Doctor was
musing upon--we know not what-when sud-
denly his old white horse prcked up his ears
and began to snort in very unusual manner
The Doctor looked around, but could discover
nothing. The old nag, with instinct more
acute, began to shy away from the grave yard
fence, as if he had no intention of coming in
contact with any spirits which might walk
there. The Doctor was not superstuous; he
got off his horse and climbed the fence into the
graveyard, to try and discover what had af-
irighted his staid and steady animal.
The Doctor was a man not easily frightened,
but it must be confessed that his hair almost
stood up, and he clutched the end of his riding
whip convulsiyey, as he looked and saw among
the tall white tomb-stones a figure in white,
with long dsheveled hair, kneeling beside a
new made infants grave. The figure was
rocking to and fro, as if in pain or grief, and
was so near him that ne could see that its white
drapery was scanty and thin, and the cold wind
tossed the long hair about wildly. A moment,
and his resolution was formed, Carefully and
firmly he approached and spoke, but he receiv-
ed no answer. He laid his hand gently upon
the figure; it was evidently flesh and blood
The Doctor felt relieved. A second look told
him that it was female, Clad notwithstanding
the inclemency of the weather, in thin night
dress. She ,Oas asleep! 1t was the young mo-
ther at the grave of her infant child. Her
mind had been SO wrought upon by its death
that even when sleeping she was not perfect
mistress of her actions. She had risen from
her bed and walked more than mile from her
residence to the burial ground without waking,
and, as may be supposed, was horribly fright
ened when she found herself among the tombs.
TIE good Doctor quoted her fears, and wrap.
ping her in his ample cloak and placing her
behind himself upon the horse, returned with
her to her residence. Her husband had not
wakened during her absence, and could scarce
ly believe the story which the doctor told him.
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