New Orleans daily crescent., 1860-11-12
The Ghostly Statue.
The following is a very impressive picture nom

The following is O very impressive picture frogR
an English fiction entitled "Hexalton Wold:,'
The surrounding woods grew darkly purple, and
the Wolds stood out sharp and clear against the
cool night sky, and the water of the fountains
splashed azily the sides Of the marble basins.
Then fancy waited me to the banks Of the blue
Guadalqniver, where bands OF maidens gather dew
laden flowers on the Holy Baptists's morn TO dress
the milk-white wether, and began 20 sing Lock
hart,s ballad, "Come forth, come forth my maid
ems, tits the day of the good ST. John.'' Then the
scene changed, and / was In old London, where
used to be q marching watch in the city on mid
summer eve, with cressets blazing, afmor ganc-
ing, and sworasmen ahorse and afoet and the open
windows resembling opera boxes on o fayorite
night, displaying ladies richly dressed and re-
spendent with gold and jewels, who sat to see the
procession wandering on through the summer
night. among the fower-garlanded. illuminated
streets. Then sank deeper on my bed Of yield
ing moss and began to eeannt the stars overhead,
which now were thick and glitterng; and R6ng
holy memories-were gaining the ascendaney
and, instead of fairy music, l fancied angels were
hymning their songs of bliss.
All was still and solemnly silent save the faint
strain of distant melody, when suddenly peculiar
sound smote on my cara sound very near met
was hollow, it was heavy, it was horribie-not like
any sound / had ever heard on earth. Something
white moved; looked towards where the statue
had been-lldd been it was there no longer!
remember turning away with a scornful smile at
my own ahsurdity, and quickly rose and ap-
preached the spot. The Apollo had gone-the
| pedestal was vacant-the marble was animated,
and at that moment was threading the garden paths.
| Then recalled Julia Dykes words, g 1t would
grind you to powder II you did mt outrun it,, A
| sensation of extreme numbness was creeping over
met could not be terror could itf did not be-
| heye such utter nonsense. But where had the
statue gone? for gone it had-of that made my
| self certain turned away, and know thatI was
walking rapidly and softly in the direction of the
| house, for my heart throbbed violently, and my
| nghtwateh had done my nerves ne good. But
was at the extreme end Of the garden-the house
1 forfb rpTfh fhorn tha 1unn ndS -audS Il
quickened my steps.
What numbering noise was that behind me? Was
! mad? turned round--nothing was to be seen
1 the walks were winding here. Again moved on---
| again the inexplieabe horrible dead sound seemed
| to be nearer and nearer--it was if marble struck
marble! Oh, mercy can l ever forget my curd-
| ling horror, when, on coming to broader path
way, and again looking round, beheid a form OF
| dazzling whiteness, crowned with red, red roses,
| gliding after me Swiftly it came on--swftly, and
more swiftly. How lew knew it was behind,
| and gaining on me! Like a lightning flash the
thought passed athwart my mind, that, according
| to old Julia's creed flowing stream was barrier
| impossible for supernatural creatures of all de-
nominations Whateyer-witches, fairies, ghosts,
| etc.
| How darted on towards the clear rivulet; mad
/ with terror how bounded across it, for fortunately
| the ivied bridge was ruin; then only paused for
| breath when safe on the other side and faced the
garden There stood opposite to me, with the swift
i water, narrow and clear, only between us; when
i | moved, it moved-when stopped IL stopped.
dared not turn my back upon it: the marble sh0ne
like polished silver, the ehaplet of red roses emitted
sparks of Ere, gttering like rubies. and the beau
tiful face gradually assumed an nnspeakable, de-
meniaeai expression, if bailed in revenge long
sought for with ayidity. How many hours this
lasted know not-time nothing to me; but,
oyerpowered with terror and fatigue, Experienced
fearful shiyering fit followed BY giddiness, and .
, burning heat and pain in my head. Then remem-
! ber nothing more but when awoke 1t was in my
! own bed at Hexalton Wold, the chamber darkened
! and Mrs. Jenknson standing by my bedside.
RELICS OF FORMER TIMEs.-A few days ago, as
some workmen were engaged in excayating ground
for building purposes in Great Freemen street. st
Anns road, in Nottingham, they accidentally
turned up a mass of warlike and other implements
. which were undoubtedly used by the inhabitant:
of Britain before the Roman invasion. They Wers
discovered two feet from the surface Of the ground
and were as follows: Nineteen celts, ten of whicl
are four inches in length, and some of thea, whel
exposed to The air, erumbled away at thestonch
q six spear.heads about seven inches in length an
two inches in breadth-these are perfect; tAer
are also three broken fragments, which original
a were Of the same size and character, eight fras
II Inents Of swords, and knife or dagger seven il
# ches long by one inch broad. The ahose rell,
il were purchased by an antiquarianin nottingham
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