Year: 1868

We are not superstitious, and have no
faith in signs. Neither do We, as a gen
eral rule, muudanely, believe in ghosts,
spirits, or things of such immaterial
natures. Notwithstanding the werder-
ful stories that frequently come to us
of the doingS of those supposed won
ders. But there are people who actual
IL believe in ghosts. There are those
who believe that the breaking of a
looking glass, tho huttering into the
house of a bird, the hooting on the root
of an owl are certain "signs" of the
death Of some one of the household. It's
an old superstition, and will probably
ALWAYS have believers.


A gentleman of this city, whose We
racity is beyond question, narrates to
us the following particulars'ot SIN
guiar apparition that was witnessed IN
the lower end of the city not long ago.
! A mechanic had arisen about four
| o'clock in the morning to 60 to his
work. On stepping out of his yard In
to the street he discovered just IN front
of him, what he supposed to be white
rabbit, very white and clean in appear
ance.


The supposed rabbit was close to him,
and he concluded to pick it up and
carry it into his house; he reached out
his hand to seize it, but it suddenly
leaped away and stopped near the
middle of the street. The man again
approached it and again tried to seize
! it, but once more the supposed rabbit
ran away to the opposite side of the
street, Squatting upon the pavement.
Ths man, determined to catch it, pur-
sued; but upon his again reaching out
to take hold of it, the singular creature
ran across the street again and took It's
position on the doorstep of the mans
neighbOr.


The gentleman followed it, and ap-
preaching within easy reach stopped
over to pick it up, when suddenly ana
mysteriOusly it disappeared, and was


not seen afterwards. The door was be-


hind it and the pavement i'll front.
There was no opening for it to enter,
and the gentleman stoutly AYERS that


it vanished into thin air."


A few days later and the little child


of the man upon whose doorstep the
supposed white rabbit rested, and from


which it so mysteriously disappeared,


died. We do not know what cOnnec-


tion there is between death and the


supposed little white rabbit. But the


man who witnessed the strange scene
we have described, and was one of the
actors in it, thinks little white angel


strayed away from the upper and beau


tiful word, and came in the form OF
little white rabbit to seek out some pure
little white soul in this troublous world


of ours, that it might be traDsplanted
ND above in the beautiful garden OF
heaven, where there is no temptation
or sickness, or death. The httle limo


cent of his neighbor has gone To that


heavenly land.


We do not doubt that good angels dc
} come to earth, and hover over the
couches of the good, while death Is


doing its work, and when that work Is
wrought to bear away upen their golden


wings to the land of joy and rest, the
} spirit set free from its tenement OF clay
!, Once we stood by the dying bed OF one
whose soul was all too pure for earth


The breath came short and hard and


quick, and the beautiful eyes wore the


signet of death. But of a sudden hel
, white hands were raised, as with super


natural strength, death seemed to loose
a its hold upon her frame, and in musica
l voice and face as bright as golden sun
D beams, she asked: "Do you hear them',
Alas. no, we could not, and we replied
, What do you hear, darliugi" The
D rustling of the wings of angels-anc
f now | see them; farewell; meet me
y in -" and she was dead, with th'
: sunlight still beaming from her face
}. and her eyes gazing in deaths glare
A heavenward.