I was walking the horse quite slowly.  As I passed the ruin, I saw what I took to be a policeman in a long overcoat; he was walking from the centre of the churchyard towards the corner, and, as far as I could see, would be at the corner by the time I would reach it, and we would meet.  Quite suddenly, however, he disappeared, and I could see no trace of him.  Soon after I overtook a man who had left the meeting long before me.  I expressed wonder that he had not been farther on, and he explained that he went a ‘round-about’ way to avoid passing the old abbey, as he did not want to see ‘The Monk.’  On questioning him, he told me that a monk was often seen in the churchyard.”

A story told of a ghost which haunts a certain spot on an estate near the city of Waterford, bears a certain resemblance to the last story for the reason that it was only after the encounter had taken place in both cases that it was known that anything out of the ordinary had been seen.  In the early eighties of last century ——­ Court, near Waterford, was occupied by Mr. and Mrs. S——­ and their family of two young boys and a girl of twenty-one years of age.  Below the house is a marshy glen with a big open drain cut through it.  Late one evening the daughter was out shooting rabbits near this drain and saw, as she thought, her half-brother standing by the drain in a sailor suit, which like other small boys he wore.  She called to him once or twice, and to her surprise got no reply.  She went towards him, and when she got close he suddenly disappeared.  The next day she asked an old dependent, who had lived many years in the place, if there was anything curious about the glen.  He replied at once:  “Oh! you mean the little sailor man.  Sure, he won’t do you any harm.”  This was the first she had heard of anything of the sort, but it was then found that none of the country-people would go through the glen after dusk.

Some time afterwards two sons of the clergyman of the parish in which ——­ Court stands were out one evening fishing in the drain, when one of them suddenly said, “What’s that sailor doing there?” The other saw nothing, and presently the figure vanished.  At the time of the appearance neither had heard of Miss S——­’s experience, and no one has been able to explain it, as there is apparently no tradition of any “little sailor man” having been there in the flesh.

Mr. Joseph M’Crossan, a journalist on the staff of the Strabane Chronicle, has sent us a cutting from that paper describing a ghost which appeared to men working in an engine-house at Strabane railway station on two successive nights in October 1913.  The article depicts very graphically the antics of the ghost and the fear of the men who saw it.  Mr. M’Crossan interviewed one of these men (Pinkerton by name), and the story as told in his words is as follows:  “Michael Madden, Fred Oliphant, and I were engaged inside a shed cleaning engines, when, at half-past twelve (midnight), a knocking came