“‘I believe I was the next person to take this house,’ said the lady who narrated the story to me (i.e. Mr. de Lacy).  ’I took it about eighteen months ago on a three years’ lease in the hopes of making money by taking in boarders, but I am now giving it up because none of them will stay more than a week or two.  They do not give any definite reason as to why they are leaving; they are careful to state that it is not because they have any fault to find with me or my domestic arrangements, but they merely say they do not like the rooms!  The rooms themselves, as you can see, are good, spacious, and well lighted.  I have had all classes of professional men; one of the last was a barrister, and he said that he had no fault to find except that he did not like the rooms!  I myself do not believe in ghosts, and I have never seen anything strange here or elsewhere; and if I had known the house had the reputation of being haunted, I would never have rented it.”

Marsh’s library, that quaint, old-world repository of ponderous tomes, is reputed to be haunted by the ghost of its founder, Primate Narcissus Marsh.  He is said to frequent the inner gallery, which contains what was formerly his own private library:  he moves in and out among the cases, taking down books from the shelves, and occasionally throwing them down on the reader’s desk as if in anger.  However, he always leaves things in perfect order.  The late Mr. ——­, who for some years lived in the librarian’s rooms underneath, was a firm believer in this ghost, and said he frequently heard noises which could only be accounted for by the presence of a nocturnal visitor; the present tenant is more sceptical.  The story goes that Marsh’s niece eloped from the Palace, and was married in a tavern to the curate of Chapelizod.  She is reported to have written a note consenting to the elopement, and to have then placed it in one of her uncle’s books to which her lover had access, and where he found it.  As a punishment for his lack of vigilance, the Archbishop is said to be condemned to hunt for the note until he find it—­hence the ghost.

The ghost of a deceased Canon was seen in one of the Dublin cathedrals by several independent witnesses, one of whom, a lady, gives her own experience as follows:  “Canon ——­ was a personal friend of mine, and we had many times discussed ghosts and spiritualism, in which he was a profound believer, having had many supernatural experiences himself.  It was during the Sunday morning service in the cathedral that I saw my friend, who had been dead for two years, sitting inside the communion-rails.  I was so much astonished at the flesh-and blood appearance of the figure that I took off my glasses and wiped them with my handkerchief, at the same time looking away from him down the church.  On looking back again he was still there, and continued to sit there for about ten or twelve minutes, after which he faded away.  I remarked a change in his personal appearance,