This chapter may be concluded with two stories dealing with haunted rectories.  The first, and mildest, of these is contributed by the present Dean of St. Patrick’s; it is not his own personal experience, but was related to him by a rector in Co.  Monaghan, where he used to preach on special occasions.  The rector and his daughters told the Dean that they had often seen in that house the apparition of an old woman dressed in a drab cape, while they frequently heard noises.  On one evening the rector was in the kitchen together with the cook and the coachman.  All three heard noises in the pantry as if vessels were being moved.  Presently they saw the old woman in the drab cape come out of the pantry and move up the stairs.  The rector attempted to follow her, but the two servants held him tightly by the arms, and besought him not to do so.  But hearing the children, who were in bed, screaming, he broke from the grip of the servants and rushed upstairs.  The children said that they had been frightened by seeing a strange old woman coming into the room, but she was now gone.  The house had a single roof, and there was no way to or from the nursery except by the stairs.  The rector stated that he took to praying that the old woman might have rest, and that it was now many years since she had been seen.  A very old parishioner told him that when she was young she remembered having seen an old woman answering to the rector’s description, who had lived in the house, which at that time was not a rectory.

The second of these, which is decidedly more complex and mystifying, refers to a rectory in Co.  Donegal.  It is sent as the personal experience of one of the percipients, who does not wish to have his name disclosed.  He says:  “My wife, children, and myself will have lived here four years next January (1914).  From the first night that we came into the house most extraordinary noises have been heard.  Sometimes they were inside the house, and seemed as if the furniture was being disturbed, and the fireirons knocked about, or at other times as if a dog was running up and down stairs.  Sometimes they were external, and resembled tin buckets being dashed about the yard, or as if a herd of cattle was galloping up the drive before the windows.  These things would go on for six months, and then everything would be quiet for three months or so, when the noises would commence again.  My dogs—­a fox-terrier, a boar-hound, and a spaniel—­would make a terrible din, and would bark at something in the hall we could not see, backing away from it all the time.

“The only thing that was ever seen was as follows:  One night my daughter went down to the kitchen about ten o’clock for some hot water.  She saw a tall man, with one arm, carrying a lamp, who walked out of the pantry into the kitchen, and then through the kitchen wall.  Another daughter saw the same man walk down one evening from the loft, and go into the harness-room.  She told me, and