nothing. I then retired to my bed, but not to sleep, for I had not
been in bed three minutes before I experienced the sensation as
before, but instead of being followed by knocking, my bedclothes were
lifted up and let fall again--first at the foot of my bed, but
gradually coming towards my head. I held the clothes around my neck
with my hands, but they were gently lifted in spite of my efforts to
hold them. I then reached around me with my hand, but could feel
nothing. This was immediately followed by my being fanned as though
some bird was flying around my head, and I could distinctly hear and
feel something breathing on me. I then tried to reach some matches
that were on a chair by my bedside, but my hand was held back as if
by some invisible power. Then the thing seemed to retire to the foot
of my bed. Then I suddenly found the foot of my bed lifted up and
carried around towards the window for about three or four feet, then
replaced to its former position. All this did not take, I should
think, more than two or three minutes, although at the time it seemed
hours to me. Just then the clock struck four, and, being tired out
with my long night's watching, I fell asleep. This, Mr. Editor, is
some of my experiences while at B----.

"As to 'A Correspondent's' interviews with local people:--

"As to the old caretaker, she is an old woman, very deaf, and she
always occupied a room on the ground floor, where, during the three
months that I was there, nothing whatever was heard, as my two footmen
slept there, and they did not hear any noises. As to the intelligent
gardener, if it is the same one that was there when I was there, he,
surely, has not forgotten the night he spent with me in my room; he
was nearly frightened out of his wits, and declared he would not
spend another night in my room for any money--a fact that the factor