ght
hours, suddenly relaxed its hold of his neck, and loosened its shins
from round his hips, and sank down with a _plop_ into the open coffin.

Teig fell down on his two knees at the brink of the grave, and gave
thanks to God. He made no delay then, but pressed down the coffin lid in
its place, and threw in the clay over it with his two hands, and when
the grave was filled up, he stamped and leaped on it with his feet,
until it was firm and hard, and then he left the place.

The sun was fast rising as he finished his work, and the first thing he
did was to return to the road, and look out for a house to rest himself
in. He found an inn at last; and lay down upon a bed there, and slept
till night. Then he rose up and ate a little, and fell asleep again till
morning. When he awoke in the morning he hired a horse and rode home. He
was more than twenty-six miles from home where he was, and he had come
all that way with the dead body on his back in one night.

All the people at his own home thought that he must have left the
country, and they rejoiced greatly when they saw him come back. Everyone
began asking him where he had been, but he would not tell anyone except
his father.

He was a changed man from that day. He never drank too much; he never
lost his money over cards; and especially he would not take the world
and be out late by himself of a dark night.

He was not a fortnight at home until he married Mary, the girl he had
been in love with, and it's at their wedding the sport was, and it's he
was the happy man from that day forward, and it's all I wish that we may
be as happy as he was.

* * * * *

GLOSSARY.--_Rann_, a stanza; _kailee_ (_ceilidhe_), a visit in
the evening; _wirra_ (_a mhuire_), "Oh, Mary!" an exclamation like the
French _dame_; _rib_, a single hair (in Irish, _ribe_); _a lock_
(_glac_), a bundle or wisp, or a little share of anything; _kippeen_
(_cipin_), a rod or twig; _boreen_ (_boithrin_), a lane; _bodach_, a
clown; _soorawn_ (_suaran_), vertigo. _Avic_ (_a Mhic_)=my son, or
rather, Oh, son. Mic is the vocative of Mac.

VI

THE HAUNTED AND THE HAUNTERS: OR THE HOUSE AND THE BRAIN

By SIR EDWARD BULWER-LYTTON

A friend of mine, who is a man of letters and a philosopher, said to me
one day, as if between jest and earnest--"Fancy! since we last met, I
have discovered a haunted house in the midst of London."

"Really haunted?--and by what?--ghosts