news to yourself!" Whereupon
she cried aloud, "O Lord! that I had a light that I might know what this
is." Then had she this answer: "There needs no light, the light shall be
given you from God."

Then came light all over the Room, and she saw a beautiful Youth about
ten Years of Age, with curled yellow Hair, cloathed in white to the
Feet, who went from the Bed's-Head to the Chimney with a light, which a
little after vanished. Hereupon did there did shoot something through
her Leg, like water, from hip to toe, and when she did find life rising
up in her dead limb, she fell to crying out, "Lord give me now again the
feeling, which I have not had in so many years." And farther she
continued crying and praying to the Lord according to her weak measure.

Yet she continued that day, Wednesday, and the next day Thursday, as
before till Evening at six a clock. At which time she sate at the Fire
dressing the Food. Then came as like rushing noise in both her Ears with
which it was said to her, "_Stand_. Your going is given you again."

Then did she immediately stand up, that had so many years crept, and
went to the door. Her Husband meeting her, being exceedingly afraid,
drew back. In the mean time while she cried out, "My dear Husband, I can
go again."

He thinking it was a Spirit, drew back, saying, "You are not my Wife."

His Wife taking hold of him, said, "My dear Husband, I am the self-same
that hath been married these thirty years to you. The Almighty God hath
given me my going again."

But her Husband being amazed, drew back to the side of the Room, till at
last she clasped her Hand about his Neck. And yet he doubted, and said
to his Daughter, "Is this your Mother?"

She answered, "Yes, Father! this we plainly see. I had seen her go also
before you came in."

This befell upon Prince's-Island in Amsterdam, where Jesch Claes lived
with her husband.

XXIII

THE RADIANT BOY OF CORBY CASTLE

Local Records

The haunted room forms part of the old house, with windows looking into
the court. It adjoins a tower built for defence, for Corby was,
properly, more a border tower than a castle of any consideration. There
is a winding staircase in this tower, and the walls are from eight to
ten feet thick.

When the times became more peaceable, our ancestors enlarged the
arrow-slit windows, and added to that part of the building which looks
towards the river Eden; the view of which, with its beautiful banks, we