The following silly item is just going the rounds of the press:—
“A haunted House.
“The first floor of Mrs. Roundy’s house, at Lynn, in which the recent murder occurred, is occupied by an apparently intelligent family bearing the name of Conway, who assert that they have heard supernatural noises every night since the tragedy; and they are so sincere in their belief that they are preparing to vacate in favor of their ‘uncanny’ visitors.”
There’s nothing to it to investigate.
A few Words about Witches.
My colored boy, Dennis, assures me that an old woman in Norfolk, Va., having some spite against him, “did something to him that sort o’ bewitched him; got some animal into him, like.” The symptoms are those of ascarides, but I could not persuade him to take medicine therefor.
“’Tain’t no use, sir,” he replied, solemnly; “I knowed she done it; I feels it kinder workin’ in yer (placing his hand on his stomach); what med’cine neber’ll reach.”
Neither reason nor ridicule will “budge” him. He knows he’s bewitched!
