of a worn and aged man.  The first appearance was in the park, but he subsequently repeated his visits in the house, but always after dark.  Ezekiel Grosse was not a man to be terrified at trifles, and for some time he paid but slight attention to his nocturnal visitor.  Howbeit the repetition of visits, and certain mysterious indications on the part of the ghost, became annoying to Ezekiel.  One night, when seated in his office examining some deeds, and being rather irritable, having lost an important suit, his visitor approached him, making some strange indications which the lawyer could not understand.  Ezekiel suddenly exclaimed, “In the name of God, what wantest thou?”

“To show thee, Ezekiel Grosse, where the gold for which thou longest lies buried.”

No one ever lived upon whom the greed of gold was stronger than on Ezekiel, yet he hesitated now that his spectral friend had spoken so plainly, and trembled in every limb as the ghost slowly delivered himself in sepulchral tones of this telling speech.

The lawyer looked fixedly on the spectre; but he dared not utter a word.  He longed to obtain possession of the secret, yet he feared to ask him where he was to find this treasure.  The spectre looked as fixedly at the poor trembling lawyer, as if enjoying the sight of his terror.  At length, lifting his finger, he beckoned Ezekiel to follow him, turning at the same time to leave the room.  Ezekiel was glued to his seat; he could not exert strength enough to move, although he desired to do so.

“Come!” said the ghost, in a hollow voice.  The lawyer was powerless to come.

“Gold!” exclaimed the old man, in a whining tone, though in a louder key.

“Where?” gasped Ezekiel.

“Follow me, and I will show thee,” said the ghost.  Ezekiel endeavoured to rise; but it was in vain.

“I command thee, come!” almost shrieked the ghost.  Ezekiel felt that he was compelled to follow his friend; and by some supernatural power rather than his own, he followed the spectre out of the room, and through the hall, into the park.

They passed onward through the night—­the ghost gliding before the lawyer, and guiding him by a peculiar phosphorescent light, which appeared to glow from every part of the form, until they arrived at a little dell, and had reached a small cairn formed of granite boulders.  By this the spectre rested; and when Ezekiel had approached it, and was standing on the other side of the cairn, still trembling, the aged man, looking fixedly in his face, said, in low tones, “Ezekiel Grosse, thou longest for gold, as I did.  I won the glittering prize, but I could not enjoy it.  Heaps of treasure are buried beneath those stones; it is thine, if thou diggest for it.  Win the gold, Ezekiel.  Glitter with the wicked ones of the world; and when thou art the most joyous, I will look in upon thy happiness.”  The ghost then disappeared, and as soon as Grosse could recover himself from the extreme trepidation,—­the result of mixed feelings,—­he looked about him, and finding himself alone, he exclaimed, “Ghost or devil, I will soon prove whether or not thou liest!” Ezekiel is said to have heard a laugh, echoing between the hills, as he said those words.