Cooper's Clarksburg register. [volume] (Clarksburg, Va. [W. Va.]) 1851-1861, 1852-04-21

spoke again
Mortal, thou the truth cAn'ss gain,
Other men have Aoughtin vain,
One hour will tell my visits done
Ill see thee when tho clock strikes i"
With these words the ghost left the
room, and with the fullest faith that the
promise would be kept, Mr. PeeYin's anx-
iously awaited its re-appearance The
clock did strike one, and hardly had the
sound of the clock hammer died away up
on the air, when the solemn spectre again
entered the old mans room. Again the
pale visitant stood by the bedside, and
anon it disappeared.
Night after night settled in darkness
upon Pcvin's mansion, and each midnight
found the ghost at the old mans bedside,
and for nearly three weeks these noctur-
nal, midnight meetings were kept up, to
the entire satisfaction of the monomaniac,
and apparently, to the infinite delight Of
the ghost.
At length, one warm, sultry night, the
ghost appeared, as usual, at midnight, and
promised to return when the clock should
strike one. Jacob Peevins laid awake,
and anxiously awaited the moment when
he could bid his spiritual visitant good
night for he had become so used to the
meeting and the separation, that he could
not have slept till the final visit had been.
paid by the ghost. The clock was near
the old mans room, and ere long its iron
hammer told the magic hour-the hour
when the ghost would rc-apear and bless
with its presence the owner of the man
sion. Just then the door opened and his
ghostship entered. There was something
strange something unaccountable in the
present appearance and bearing of the
ghost for which the old man could not &C
count 1t still had the, same death-like
palor, and its raiment was of spotlcsS
white from head to foot but instead of
the majestic, melancholy tread with which
the spirit was wont to enter the room, it
came in with singularly significant reel,
and as it reached the foot board of the bed, j.,
it stretched forth its hand as if for sup
port. At length the ghost opened its
mouth. Mr.. PeevinS expected, in the
fullncSs of his sympathy for his ghost
ships enfcebled condition, that he was
about to hear the last farewell of the spi-
rit but what was his astoniIhment up
on hearing the ghost give utterance to
the following, with an evident aim at
some sort of an accompanying tune:
"Av was (hic) monarch in state,
Like Romulus or (hio) Julius Caysar,
Wild the best Of fine vittcls to htc) ate,
And drink like (hic) great tNebuchadnezzari
rAsher Of bacon I'd have,
And pretatios the hic) finest e'cI seen, sir
And for dhrink it's no clnret I'd crave,
But keg ov ould Mullen's rooten, sir.
'Arah, poteen forirer Be jabers, jist
give me the mountain (hic) dew p
But a keg ov ould Mullen's pOteen, sir"
Old Pecvins could not be mistaken in
the sound Of that voice. All thoughts of
ghosts were driven, and springing from
his bed he seized the apparition by the
shoulder, at the same time exercising his
contracting and expanding muscles in
such q manner as to cause violent Vibra-
ton to ensuc upon the ci-dcvant ghost.
Och, murther muther" shrieked Pat
Mulrooney as Mr.. Peevins continued his
vibratory efforts, while the long sheet fell
from his shoulders, and he stood before
his incensed master in his role de nuit.--
Let me go dear masther.'
Och mo darlint so frisky,
JeSt give me tip o your whskey."
Mr.. Jacob PcevinS found that Mr., Null
rooney was by far too Spirjtualizea for
mental chastiscment, and feeling desire
to keep his visitation a secret, he helped
his gdost up into the attic where the lat
ter soon lost his identity in the equalizing
embrace of Morpheus.
On the next morning, Mr.. Peevins in
stinctiveTy paid visit to his wine cellar,
having found the keys upon his chamber
floor-and his chagrin can be better ina
rined than described, when he found that
some four dozen of his choicest bottles OF
"brown sherry" and cold hook" had
been entirely emptied In q moment he
comprshended the whole secret. That
palpable--that most convincing of all
ghosts, who had paid him such devoted
attention for nearly three weeks had Pur-
loined his keys at 12 o'clock, and return
ed them at one--in the meantime having
appeared in propria persona, to the bot
tied army in the wine cellar.
Jacob Peevins determined from the
bottom of his heart that he would never
entertain GHOST in his house again, and
from that eyentful night his monomania
was entirely cured, AT first he thought
OF dismissing the delinquent Mulrooney'
but as the poor fellow WAS in fact the di-
rect means of curing him of his injurious
haliucination, he retained him in his SER
vice, but, however, with the strict in
Junction that Pat should never lisp a
word of what had happened.
/ Pat kept his word, but ere long Mr.
Peevins told the whole story himself. and
at the present time the old man is hale ana
hearty, and sound in mind, and Patricl
Mulrooney is his most faithful servant and
fcompsuion.