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Show 286 UNCLE TOM'S CABIN: OR, and did not know that Shakspoare had authenticated this costume, by telling how '' Tho sliceted dead Did aqucak and gibber in the streets of Rome." And, therefore, their all hitting upon this is a striking fact in pncuma.tology, which we recommend to tho attention of spiritual media gcncmlly. Be it as it may, we baNe private reasons for knowing that a tall figure in a white sheet did walk, at the most approved ghostly hours, around the Legree premises, - pass out tho doors, glide about the house,- disappear at intervals, and, reiippoaring, pass up the silent stair-way, into that fatal garret; and that, in tho morning, the entry doors were all found shut and locked as firm as ever. Legree could not help overhearing this whispering; and it was all the more exciting to him, from the pains that wore taken to conceal it from him. He drank more brandy than usual; held up his head briskly, and swore louder than ever in the day-time; but he had bad dreams, and the visions of his head on his bed were anything but agreeable. The night after Tom's hcdy had been carried away, he redo to the next town for a carouse, and had a high one. Got home late and tired ; locked his door, took out the key, and went to bed. After all, let a man take what pains he may to hush it down, a human soul is an awful ghostly, unquiet possession, for a bad man to have. Who knows the metes and hounds of it 1 Who knows all its awful pcrhapses,- those shuddcrings and tremblings, which it can no more live down than it can outlive its own eternity! What a fool is he who locks his door to keep out spirits, who has in his own bosom a spirit he dares not meet alone,- whose voice, smothered far down, J.IFE Ai\tONG TilE LOWJ.Y. 287 and piled over with mountains of earthliness, is yet like the forewarning trumpet of doom ! But Legree locked his door and set a cba.ir against it; lw set a night-lamp at the head of his bed; and he put his pistols there. lie examined the catches and fastenings of the windows, and then swore he "didn't care for the devil and all his angels," and went to sleep. Well, he slept, for he was tired,- slept soundly. But, finally, there carne over his sleep a shadow, a horror, an apprehension of something dreadful hanging over him. It was his mother's shroud, he thought; but Cassy had it, holding it up, and showing it to him. He heard a. confused noise of screams and groanings; and, with it alJ, he knew he was asleep, and he struggled to ·wake himself. lie was half awake. Ho was sure something was coming into his room. He knew the door was opening, but he could not stir hand or foot. At last he turned, with a start; the door 1oas open, and be snw a hand putting out his light. It was a cloudy, misty moonlight, and there he saw it ! - something white, gliding in ! He heard the still rustle of its ghostly garment•. It stocd still by his bed;- a cold hand touched his; a voice said, three times, in a low, fearful whisper, u Come! come ! come ! " And, while he lay sweating with terror, he knew not when or how, the thing was gone. He sprang out of bed, and pulled at the door. It was shut and locked, and the man fell down in a swoon. After this, Legree became a harder drinker than ever before. He no longer drank cautiously, prudently, but imprudently and recklessly. There were reports around the country, soon after, that he was sick and dying. Excess had brought on that f1'ightful disease thnt seems to throw the lurid shadowfl of a coming |