Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-04-21
From tho Flag of our Union.
THE MONOMONIAC; And How He
was Cured.
ny sYLyANUs conn, JR.


In small town. not far from one oil
our largest maratime cities, lived tight
fisted old codger, named Jacob Peevins.
There were two peculiarities that made
him an extraordinary man. In the first
place, though he was quite wealthy, and
allowed himself all the comforts of high
living, yet he was never known to bestow
apenny in aims, or to grant tit bit OF
delicacy to his servants; and in the Sc
cond place, what WAS still more wonder
full, he firmly believed himself to be haun-
ted by ghost. On this latter subject he
was perfect mOnomaniac, and SO car
nestly had he believed it's truth that he
would lay awake at night and talk with
the ghost, which he imagined to be stan
ding by his bedside, and more than once
he had arisen from his bed, and Offering
his arm to his ghostShip, walked forth in
TO the open air, and those who met him
on such occasions, and tried to convince
him that he was entirely alone, were for
ever afterwards banished from his favor.
He knew that the ghost was with him,
or he felt the spirits arm entwined with
in his own.
Patrick, said Mr.. Peevins one day
as he stopped in one of his walks and
addressed his gardiner, do you believe in
ghosts ?
Ghosts, sir .
'YeI-ghOsts.
Fax, sir, an I'm thinkin' its meself
that'll be ghost afore long returned
tha honest HiberniAn, as he leaned upon
his shovel and wiped the sweat from his
brow.
Perhaps. when YOU are dead
And I'll be that same, sir, you may
depind upon it. afore long, if yes does'nt
give me more to ate and dhrink. BY me
sowl, sir, hav mt tasted a drap O. the
comfort since I've been in your place
But they do not see ghosts in your
country, Patrick?' asked old Peevins,
Heeming not to notice the mans delicate
hint.
Patrick knew his masters weak spot,
and he determined for once to humor
him,
MY country, sir? Ghosts in my
country, All, ye'd better believe it sir.
Fai1, many's the time Ive walked wed
'em mcsclf, when they'd be after comm
into the house,
The old mans eyes sparkled at this in
formation, and bidding Patrick drop his
spade, he ordered him to follow him into
the house, where he demanded full e1-
PLANTATION of all the circumstances atten-
dant upon ghostly visits in the old world.
Pat Mulrooney had the gift of gab,' TO
perfection, and for half an hour he enter
tanned his credulous master with the most
marvellous and wonderful accounts of
Irish ghosts.
And this is all true, Patrick .
Every word ov it, sir
And ghosts have been known to kill
persons .
when they've been afther disobcyin'
them, sir, not widout,'
Mr.. Mulrooney,' said Pccvins, having
suddenly conceived great respect for
this gardener, you are the first man Of
sense with whom have conversed for a
long time. think you mentioned some,
thing ABOUT drink.
Maybe Ibid, sir
Go to that drawer at the head Of my
bed, and bring me that bunch Of keys
Patrick did as desired,
There-take that one and go down
and unlock my wine collar. On the
ground. upon the right, youwill see row
of bottles. Bring one of them up here
Only one, and be sure that you relock the
door
When Mulrooney returned he received
the joyful intelligence that he might in
dulge,' and it is hardly necessary to state
that the peculiar powers of his throat
iproved an attraction So strong that the
bottle was emptied ere it left his lips.
Pat Mnlrooney felt extremely happy
thNt he had been allowed once more to
p%rtake of that stream of exhilaration
which had become endeared to him by
tn9 memory OF the poteen of his native
hills but yet he felt not half so we'll pleas.
ed and satisfied as did his master, jacob
Pecvins had at length found a man who
could, from experience, sympathi1e with
him in the peculiar visitation that Provi.
dence had fixed upon his fate.
One night whom the winds blew mourn
fully around the old mansion, and tn
stars seemed to peep forth as if hal
ashamed Of their meagre light, the ol
monomaniae laid in his bed awaiting tn
appearance of his nocturnal visiter. Ju:
az the clock struck twelve, his chambe
door was slowly opened, and the gho'
appeared. Indeed, the man or womal
who had seen that presence would hay
been half convinced that old Peevins wa
right in his ghOsty faith.
Slowly and majestically the ghost ap
preached the head Of the old mans bad
and with a prophetic air it swsyed to an,