Staunton vindicator. [volume] (Staunton, Va.) 1860-1896, 1894-01-19

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He Made When Addressed by the Bishop.
The Estate Changed Owners.
The following remarkable incident
in the life of the late Samuel Wilber-
force, bishop of Oxford and afterward
Of Winchester, is related as absolutely
authentic, and the good bishop himself
is said to have many times rehearsed
the story to his friends. Bishop Will
berforce was most prominent among his
contemporaries of the English clergy
and was once leader of the high
ghurch party. He, however, frequent
ly found time to devote to the social
eide of life and was sometimes styled
the bishop Of society,"
On a certain occasion the worthy
bishop had accepted an invitation to
stay at country house not far from
London. Entering the drawing room
previous to dinner On the evening of his
arrival be noticed a priest-evidently
Of the Roman COMMUNICATING by
the open fire and taking no part in the
general conversation. The bishop was
somewhat surprised at not being pre-
scented to the priest, and his astonish-
ment was great when, a few moments
later, dinner being announced, the
guests retired, leaving the priest at his
place by the fire. The hostess having
assigned Bishop Wilberforce the seat Of
honor at her right hand, as soon as an
opportunity offered he remarked:
II beg your pardon, madam, but
may Inquire who was the priest we
left sitting apart in the drawing room?"
"Ah, You have seen him, them" re-
piled the lady. SIT is not every one
who has that privilege. I cannot tell
you who he is or whence he comes.
For many years this specter has haunted
the house and grounds-it has, in fact,
been a tradition in the family. He
seems to do no harm, and although he
appears only occasionally we have be-
come quite accustomed to our friendly
ghost
How very singular' remarked his
lordship. But have you never ad-
dressed your priestly specter?''
Indeed, have had no opportunity,
nor the desire. for that NATTER" re-
sponded the hostess, growing pale.
May I take the liberty now?" in
CURED the dignitary.
with all my heart, your lordship,"
replied the lady. The bishop arose,
and returning to the drawing room
found the priest where he had left him
few minutes before. Having no fear,
the bishop said kindly:
"Who are you, my friend, and why
are you here?"
The specter seemed to sigh deeply and
say, as though to itself, cat ]ast!'
Then, in hollow voice, addressing
the bishop, it continued: II am the
spirit of a priest who left this world
some so years ago, and I am here to
impart to any one who will receive it
a secret which died with me. I could
not rest in my grave while a great
wrong was being done which it Was in
my power to right. I have been re
turning all these years in the hope some
one would address me, for it was not
given to me to be the first to speak. All
men have Stunned me until now, and
it is your mission to do my bidding. /
was a priest of the church of Rome
and was called to this house 80 years
ago to receive the confession of dying
man. He was the sole possessor of a
secret, the knowledge of which would
alter materially the entail of this vast
estate, and in h1s.death this man wished
to repair the terrible wrong he had
brought upon his kin.
AT his request | wrote down the
confession word for word, as he gave
it to me, and when he finished had
barely time to administer the final sac
rament Of the church before he expired
in my arms. 1t was very important
that I should return to London that
night, and in passing through the libra
ny to leave the house l concluded it
would be safer not to carry the paper
On which was written the confession
away with me, but to place it in some
secure, unseen spot, where l could OBJ
tain it the following day and deliver
the document to the person for whom
it was intended. Mounting the steps
to the book shelves, took out & copy
of Young's Night Thoughts, which
was the first book upon the uppermost
shelf nearest the last window, and in
serting the paper carefully between its
leaves I replaced the book and depart
ed A hoxse was awaiting me at the
door, but ere we reached the entrance
of the grounds he took fright. I was
thrown and instantly killed. Thus died
the secret of my confessor with me. No
one has disturbed that book in all these
years, and no one has had the courage
to address this messenger from the I'M
known The paper will be found as l
have stated, and now remains for you
to correct the injustice which has so
long been upon this noble family. My
mission is over, and I can rest in
peace.
At the close of this remarkable speech
the specter faded gradually from sight,
and the bishop was left gazing into
space. Recovering from his astonish
ment, Bishop Wilberforce went at once
to the library and found the book ex-
actly as indicated by the specter. In
it's secluded corner, upon the top shelf,
thick with the dust of ages, evidently
the book had remained un1nolested
many years. There was the document
Just as described, but now faded ard
yellow. The secret of the confession
never became known to the world. The
good bishop regarded it as confidence
from the spiritual world and always
ended the story with the assurance that
the liiestly specter was never again
seen. 1t is xact, however, that about
the time of this extraordinary occur
renee the magnificent estate in question
passed into possession Of a remote mem
Der of the family. who until then had
lived in obscurity.-New York Times.
Daily Papers at the North Pole.
No people in the world cling to their
| newspapers like the English. In the
arctic expedition Of 1875 one of the
chaplains provided a file of The Times
with the reports of the Crimean war,
20 years old, of which he doled out two
copies every day, one to each ship,
The captains and officers had it first,
then it was handed On to the fo'c's'le,
| and in little while every one was
as keen about the Russian news as
If the war had been going on at
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