seemed better, I went to bed, and directed the footman to call me if anything went wrong.  I soon fell asleep, but some time after was awakened by a push on the left shoulder.  I started up, and said, ‘Is there anything wrong?’ I got no answer, but immediately received another push.  I got annoyed, and said ‘Can you not speak, man! and tell me if there is anything wrong.’  Still no answer, and I had a feeling I was going to get another push when I suddenly turned round and caught a human hand, warm, plump, and soft.  I said, ‘Who are you?’ but I got no answer.  I then tried to pull the person towards me, but could not do so.  I then said, ’I will know who you are!’ and having the hand tight in my right hand, with my left I felt the wrist and arm, enclosed, as it seemed to me, in a tight-fitting sleeve of some winter material with a linen cuff, but when I got to the elbow all trace of an arm ceased.  I was so astounded that I let the hand go, and just then the clock struck two.  Including the mistress of the house, there were five females in the establishment, and I can assert that the hand belonged to none of them.  When I reported the adventure, the servants exclaimed, ’Oh, it must have been the master’s old Aunt Betty, who lived for many years in the upper part of that house, and had died over fifty years before at a great age.’  I afterwards heard that the room in which I felt the hand had been considered haunted, and very curious noises and peculiar incidents occurred, such as the bed-clothes torn off, &c.  One lady got a slap in the face from some invisible hand, and when she lit her candle she saw as if something opaque fell or jumped off the bed.  A general officer, a brother of the lady, slept there two nights, but preferred going to a hotel to remaining the third night.  He never would say what he heard or saw, but always said the room was uncanny.  I slept for months in the room afterwards, and was never in the least disturbed.”

A truly terrifying sight was witnessed by a clergyman in a school-house a good many years ago.  This cleric was curate of a Dublin parish, but resided with his parents some distance out of town in the direction of Malahide.  It not infrequently happened that he had to hold meetings in the evenings, and on such occasions, as his home was so far away, and as the modern convenience of tramcars was not then known, he used to sleep in the schoolroom, a large bare room, where the meetings were held.  He had made a sleeping-apartment for himself by placing a pole across one end of the room, on which he had rigged up two curtains which, when drawn together, met in the middle.  One night he had been holding some meeting, and when everybody had left he locked up the empty schoolhouse, and went to bed.  It was a bright moonlight night, and every object could be seen perfectly clearly.  Scarcely had he got into bed when he became conscious of some invisible presence.  Then he saw the curtains agitated at one end, as if hands were grasping them on the