All the time I sat with Mrs. Bargrave, which was some hours, she recollected fresh sayings of Mrs. Veal.  And one material thing more she told Mrs. Bargrave, that old Mr. Breton allowed Mrs. Veal ten pounds a year; which was a secret, and unknown to Mrs. Bargrave, till Mrs. Veal told it her.

Mrs. Bargrave never varies in her story; which puzzles those who doubt of the truth, or are unwilling to believe it.  A servant in the neighbor’s yard, adjoining to Mrs. Bargrave’s house, heard her talking to somebody an hour of the time Mrs. Veal was with her.  Mrs. Bargrave went out to her next neighbor’s the very moment she parted with Mrs. Veal, and told her what ravishing conversation she had with an old friend, and told the whole of it.  Drelincourt’s Book of Death is, since this happened, bought up strangely.  And it is to be observed, that notwithstanding all the trouble and fatigue Mrs. Bargrave has undergone upon this account, she never took the value of a farthing, nor suffered her daughter to take anything of anybody, and therefore can have no interest in telling the story.

But Mr. Veal does what he can to stifle the matter, and said, he would see Mrs. Bargrave; but yet it is certain matter of fact that he has been at Captain Watson’s since the death of his sister, and yet never went near Mrs. Bargrave; and some of his friends report her to be a liar, and that she knew of Mr. Breton’s ten pounds a year.  But the person who pretends to say so, has the reputation of a notorious liar, among persons whom I know to be of undoubted credit.  Now Mr. Veal is more of a gentleman than to say she lies; but says, a bad husband has crazed her.  But she needs only present herself, and it will effectually confute that pretense.  Mr. Veal says, he asked his sister on her death-bed, whether she had a mind to dispose of anything?  And she said, No.  Now, the things which Mrs. Veal’s apparition would have disposed of, were so trifling, and nothing of justice aimed at in their disposal, that the design of it appears to me to be only in order to make Mrs. Bargrave so to demonstrate the truth of her appearance, as to satisfy the world of the reality thereof, as to what she had seen and heard; and to secure her reputation among the reasonable and understanding part of mankind.  And then again, Mr. Veal owns, that there was a purse of gold; but it was not found in her cabinet, but in a comb-box.  This looks improbable; for that Mrs. Watson owned, that Mrs. Veal was so very careful of the key of the cabinet, that she would trust nobody with it.  And if so, no doubt she would not trust her gold out of it.  And Mrs. Veal’s often drawing her hand over her eyes, and asking Mrs. Bargrave whether her fits had not impaired her, looks to me as if she did it on purpose to remind Mrs. Bargrave of her fits, to prepare her not to think it strange that she should put her upon writing to her brother to dispose of rings and gold, which looked so much like a dying person’s