say?”—­“Yes, my lord; as I lay last night in my bed, about the twelfth hour, I was awakened by an extraordinary noise, and heard something coming up stairs!”—­“Go on, sir.”—­“Fearfully alarmed at the noise, I drew my curtain—.”  “Proceed.”—­“And saw a faint glimmering light enter my chamber.”—­“Of a blue colour, was it not?” interrogated the doctor.—­“Of a pale blue! and this pale blue light was followed by a tall, meagre, stern figure, who appeared as an old man of seventy years of age, arrayed in a long light coloured rug gown, bound with a leathern girdle:  his beard thick and grisly; his hair scant and straight; his face of a dark sable hue; upon his head a large fur cap; and in his hand a long staff.  Terror seized my whole frame.  I trembled till the bed shook, and cold drops hung upon every limb.  The figure advanced with a slow and solemn step.”—­“Did you not speak to it? there was money hid, or murder committed, without doubt,” said the bishop.—­“My lord, I did speak to it; I adjured it by all that was holy to tell me whence, and for what purpose it thus appeared.”—­“And in heaven’s name what was the reply?”—­“Before he deigned to speak, he lifted up his staff three several times, my lord, and smote the floor, even so loudly that verily the strokes caused the room to reverberate the thundering sound.  He then waved the pale blue light which he bore in what is called a lantern, he waved it even to my eyes; and he told me, my lord, he told me that he was—­yes, my lord—­that he was—­not more nor less than—­the watchman! who had come to give me notice that my street-door was open, and that unless I rose and shut it, I might be robbed before morning.”  The justice had no sooner concluded, than the bishop disappeared.

HEROISM.

A Dieppe Pilot.—­In August, 1777, a vessel from Rochelle, laden with salt, and manned by eight hands, with two passengers on board, was discovered making for the pier of Dieppe.  The wind was at the time so high, and the sea so boisterous, that a coasting pilot made four fruitless attempts to get out, and conduct the vessel into port.  Boussard, a bold and intrepid pilot, perceiving that the helmsman was ignorant of his dangerous position, endeavoured to direct him by a speaking trumpet and signals; but the captain could neither see nor hear, on account of the darkness of the night, the roaring of the winds, and the tremendous swell of the sea.  The vessel in the meantime grounded on a flinty bottom, at a short distance from the advanced jetty.  Boussard, touched with the cries of the unfortunate crew, resolved to spring to their assistance, in spite of every remonstrance, and the apparent impossibility of success.  Having tied one end of a rope round his waist, and fastened the other to the jetty, he plunged headlong into the raging deep.  When he had got very near the ship, a wave carried him off, and dashed him on shore.  Several times was he thus repulsed, rolled upon flinty