THE OLD JUDGE; OR, LIFE IN A COLONY. CHAPTER XII. THE KEEPING-ROOM OF AN INN; OR, SEEING THE DEVIL. NO. II. Miss Lucy, who had listened with great interest and attention to Ilichardson*'s story of Judge Beler's Ghost, pronounced it " beautiful!'" " Oh, ISIr. Stephen," she said, " that is a charming tale. There is nothino; in natur I am so fond of as a good Ghost story; it is so exciting, although I don't just altogether like to hear them too late at night, neither before going to bed, for they are apt to keep one awake, or set one a-dreaming. That part of it where the judge rises from the lake, a-canterino- on his mare, and never going a-head, like a rocking-horse, is grand; and so is that part where the people on the raft first see that it is not a living being, but a Ghost or a dead human, and suddenly stop rowing, and stare and stare at him with all their eyes, until he slowly VOL. II. B
