Chamber, and tying it with a Copped Crown upon his Head, I made him look methought just like some Fornicator, a going to do Pennance in a Parish Church, and then turning him into the next Room, I bid him, if my Husband came in thither, (who was a very timerous Man, and almost trembled at the Talk of Spirits) to Counterfeit a Ghost, by which means I wou’d quickly use a Stratagem which shou’d Relieve him without Danger.  And as soon as he had put himself into a Suitable Posture, and Plac’d himself in a convenient Corner to play the Devil with my Husband, (in case the Cuckold should come into the Room which he had taken for his Sanctuary) I fram’d a Counterfeit Smile, and let in my Husband; whom I received with very kind words, and gave him a dissembling Kiss or two; and then putting on his Flannel Night Cap, and fetching him his Slippers, which he put on, we went up Stairs together; In the mean time, the Ghost had found a piece of Whiting; which the Maid happen’d to lay there to make the Chimney fire next morning; and this he takes and breaks to pieces, and daubs his Face all over with it, that he then look’d more pale than Death itself; insomuch that even I was almost startled at the first glympse of him.  Before my Husband went to bed, he always went into the Dining-Rome to Prayer; which I appear’d as forward for as he, and presently brought him a Cushion, upon which he kneels down, and falls a Praying; not as yet seeing the Ghost:  But as he was at Prayer, my Spark endeavouring to get the Weather-Gage of him, that is, the Door:  my husband chanc’d to spy him, which so disord’d and affrighted him, that he was ready to sink down.  Before he spy’d him, he was praying thus. Thou know’st Lord, there are wicked people in the World, and some of them have wrong’d me very much, but Lord, I hope thou wilt be even with ’em, and let ’em have no rest till they acknowledge it, and make me Satisfaction for all that wrong they have—­(then seeing the Counterfeit Ghost, he forgot his Prayer, and cry’d) O Lord, O Lord!  What’s this?  What’s this?  O Lord!  O Lord!—­and then rises up, and makes towards the Door, which the Ghost seeing beckens him; at which he cries I won’t, I won’t, I won’t! In the mean time, tho’ I knew what the matter was, I run to him, and cry’d, Dear Husband what’s the matter?  As if I had been frighted; and went to hold him; but he struggled to get from me, crying out The Devil!  The Devil!  The Devil! Where, where, said I?  I see nothing, O ’tis yonder, ’tis yonder, ’tis yonder, says he!  See how it stares and beckens to me I see nothing, not I, says I:  And with that, the Ghost came nearer us; at which my Husband run into the Bed Chamber, and I after him; and shut the Door to us.  By which means my Spark had an opportunity to go out without Discovery.  My Husband immediately got into Bed, and cover’d himself over Head and Ears, and then thought he was pretty safe, and charged me presently to put the Candle out:  Which I obey’d, and straight went to Bed to him; being well pleas’d I had so cleverly brought off my Lover.