find out what these noises were.”  According to agreement, therefore, we went up into that room at the hour proposed; and heard very clearly and most distinctly the music.  The maid fell asleep about three o’clock in the morning; but was soon waked with an uncommon noise, heard both by Mr. Cranstoun and myself.  This noise resembled thumping or knocking at a door, which greatly terrified Mr. Cranstoun, and the maid.  In less than a minute after this, we all three heard plainly the footsteps of my mother, as I then apprehended, by which she seemed to be going down stairs towards the kitchen door, which soon after seemed to be opened.  We all three sat silent, and heard the same invisible being come up stairs again.  Upon this, I took the candle, they still sitting by the fire, and was going to open the chamber door, saying, “Surely it must be one of the maids.”  Mr. Cranstoun observing this, cried out, “Perhaps it may be your father, don’t let him see you here.”  Then he took the candle, opened the door, and looked down the stairs himself; but could perceive nothing at all.  In less than three minutes after this I said, “I will now go into my room to bed, being fatigued and frightened almost to death.”  “I believe,” continued I, “it is near four.”  These words were no sooner uttered than we all heard the former footsteps, as tho’ some person had been coming directly to the room where we were, but stopped short at the door.  Upon this I immediately catched up the candle, went to the door and open’d it; but saw nothing, tho’ I heard something plainly go down the stairs.  Then I went to the maid, who was half asleep, and did not perfectly hear the last footsteps.  But Mr. Cranstoun heard them, and seemed greatly surprised.  Then I bad the maid go with me instantly to bed, not being able to keep up my spirits any longer.  Soon after this, Mr. Cranstoun and I went up to Fawley, to pay a visit to the Rev. Mr. Stevens; and whilst we were there, I gave my uncle an account of this surprising affair.  But he laughed at me, and called me little fool, for my pains.  Then Mr. Cranstoun said, “Sir, I myself heard it.”  To which Mr. Stevens made no other reply than, “Sir, I don’t doubt you think you heard it; but don’t you believe there is a great deal in fancy?  May it not be some trick of the servants?” To which I made answer, “No, Sir, that is impossible; since if they could make the noise, they could not the music.”  Mr. Stevens not giving much credit to what we affirmed, we immediately changed the subject of discourse.  By this time all the servants that lay in the house had heard both the music and noise; and one morning at breakfast, Mr. Cranstoun ventured to tell my father of the music.  At such a strange report, my father stared at him, and cried, “Are yon light-headed?” In answer to which Mr. Cranstoun reply’d, “Your daughter, sir, has heard the same, and so have all your servants.”  To this my father, smiling, returned, “It was Scotch music, I suppose;” and said some other things that shewed he was not in good humour.  Upon which it was thought fit immediately to drop the discourse.