On another occasion a staff officer, a married man, was residing in the “Governor’s House.”  One night as the nurse lay awake—­she and the children were in a room which opened into what was known as the White Lady’s apartment—­she suddenly saw a lady clothed in white glide to the bedside of the youngest child, and after a little place her hand upon its wrist.  At this the child started in its sleep, and cried out, “Oh! take that cold hand from my wrist!” the next moment the lady disappeared.

One night, about the year 1880, Captain Marvell Hull and Lieutenant Hartland were going to the rooms occupied by the former officer.  As they reached a small landing they saw distinctly in front of them a woman in a white dress.  As they stood there in awestruck silence she turned and looked towards them, showing a face beautiful enough, but colourless as a corpse, and then passed on through a locked door.

But it appears that this presence did not always manifest itself in as harmless a manner.  Some years ago Surgeon L——­ was quartered at the fort.  One day he had been out snipe-shooting, and as he entered the fort the mess-bugle rang out.  He hastened to his rooms to dress, but as he failed to put in an appearance at mess, one of the officers went in search of him, and found him lying senseless on the floor.  When he recovered consciousness he related his experience.  He said he had stooped down for the key of his door, which he had placed for safety under the mat; when in this position he felt himself violently dragged across the hall, and flung down a flight of steps.  With this agrees somewhat the experience of a Captain Jarves, as related by him to Captain Marvell Hull.  Attracted by a strange rattling noise in his bedroom, he endeavoured to open the door of it, but found it seemingly locked.  Suspecting a hoax, he called out, whereupon a gust of wind passed him, and some unseen power flung him down the stairs, and laid him senseless at the bottom.

Near a seaside town in the south of Ireland a group of small cottages was built by an old lady, in one of which she lived, while she let the others to her relatives.  In process of time all the occupants died, the cottages fell into ruin, and were all pulled down (except the one in which the old lady had lived), the materials being used by a farmer to build a large house which he hoped to let to summer visitors.  It was shortly afterwards taken for three years by a gentleman for his family.  It should be noted that the house had very bare surroundings; there were no trees near, or outhouses where people could be concealed.  Soon after the family came to the house they began to hear raps all over it, on doors, windows, and walls; these raps varied in nature, sometimes being like a sledgehammer, loud and dying away, and sometimes quick and sharp, two or three or five in succession; and all heard them.  One morning about 4 A.M., the mother heard very loud knocking on the bedroom door; thinking it was the servant wanting