Kenosha tribune & telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1856-1859, 1856-12-04

Did | ever see a ghost, friends? UNI
NV ell ghoSt is not the modern name
for such an apparition. 1t is called 'im-
agination' optical Illusion fancy, fever,
or some thing else--ns yer ghost, which
makes no difference in the nature of the
thing, however. a rose by any other
name would smell as sweet. Yes, /
have have gone through more than
seeing them have k,0ern them
Ghosts
No! | repeat to you the term is OBJ
solete-optical Illusions. Though to be
sure the ghostly experience that has left
the deepest impression upon my mind
and that this anniversary especially re-
calls, was no optical Illusion
What. was itarealghost story though:
and did it happen to you:'
You shall hear
1T was on the 3lst Of October, All
Hallow's Eve, ghostly season rs every
one properly postedin ghostlylorc knows
very wei. A dreary storm of rain and
wind was beating against the windows;
but the fire on the old sitting-room hearth
was burning warmly, the candles were
not yet lighted, our father, the pastor,
had not vet returned from sick call,
and with a delightful show of expecta-
ton we all gathered around the fire to
hear Aunt Madelme's ghost story.
1t is now more years than care to
remember she began, since we moved
from the old forest Of St. Mary's, up to
the town OF w. Our family then con
sisted of our grandmother, Mrs. Haw-
kins, my sister Alice, (yourmotherdearS,)
and two old family servants, Hector and
his wife CaSsandra. That removal was
the first grs;,t memorable epoch in my
own and my sisters lives. We had new
er seen anything approaching nearer
to town than the little hamlet of st.
Inigoes, aud though w. was Just exactly
the drowsicSt city that eycrSlept through
centuries and slept itSel to death, yet to
us, coming from the Forest Farm, it
seemed a very miracle Of life, enterprise
and excitement. We reached our home
in Church street Just about the last Of
October. At first the change was de
!ightful to us. We were never weary
Of exploring the streets and reading the
signs, and-aS we gained confidence and
yentured into the shops-examining the
marvellous treasures Of silks and satins
md laces and jewclry, and china, and
all that's bought and sold in city marts
Il recall the first six months OF our res
,lence in w, while the novelty still last
d and all was beautiful illusion, and
link that no mere worldly event can
yer give me such true pleasure again
Ally and | told each other over and
,ver again that the city was the true
Arcadia" that there all poetry, romance
nd adventure was to be found, and
hat it was ike scenes iii the Arabian
Nights. We were never weary of eX-
Jloring new quarters-even the narrow,
qualid lanes and alleys, with their dilap-
dated houses and ragged deniZens had
grotesque attraction for us-and often
ve would stand gazing at some wretch
<, tenement, with falling timbers and
tuffed windows, and speculate about the
ife of the people within.
And besides the wonders of treasures
md pleaSures-there was the daily re-
CURING establishment at the coRce'aience
f the place, We could scarcely get
used to the idea that when we wanted a
klein OF silk or paper OF needles, It was
Jnly necessary to 90 across the street
| or around the corner to get them, instead
# putting the mare to the gig and II
| ling seven miles to the next store; or
that when we out to tea, we had only