Dreghorn that gousty December night. This fact was palpable from the manner in which he writhed and twisted upon his locomotive perch, and the exclamations which from time to time he permitted to escape. At one moment he would yell out-"Get thee behind me, Satan! Have I no' a right to do what I like wi' my ain, ye foul thief? I tell ye that I dinna' care a boddle for your red hot shandridan, and horses o' fire! Ye need na' nod wi' your horned head, and wink wi' your sulphurdistilling een, at the light I behold on the tap o' yon dark and grewsome mountain! Brawly do I ken that it comes frae the mouth o' the pit which it will tak' a' eternity to fathom, but what interest hae I in your diabolical dwelling? The broad acres o' Hungry Knowes are a' my ain, as the evidents and title deeds thereof, will testify to the satisfaction of ony court in Christendom, and I would like to ken the statute which made you a judge in the matter?" For a season the sleeper seemed to enjoy a modicum of respite and repose, but ere long his brain became restlessly active as ever. as Mr. Thong assures me-from his flaxen wig to his iron-heeled shoes. The night waxed old, and more and more uneasy grew the Laird. One moment his skin would be hot as a newly engendered tumbler of whiskey toddy, and the next it would be cold as an iced bowl of that punch for which Glasgow is famed even to the verge of creation. By the time the mail coach reached the inn alluded to in the first portion of this most veracious narrative, it became palpable that he could no longer sustain the fatigue of travel, and accordingly with the aid of the landlord and boots he was transferred to terra firma, and conducted, or I should rather say, carried, into the hospitium. And here if I was a romancer, instead of a recorder of sober verities, I might dwell at some length upon the traditions connected with the "Buck's Head," which was the name of the house of call, of which the worn-out Dreghorn became the temporary tenant. Originally it had been the residence of an ancient family, but lust, and her twin sister murder polluted its hearth, and it degenerated into a place of refuge for wayfaring men. In such circumstances it is not to be wondered at, that the Buck's Head should have acquired the unorthodox reputation of being haunted by the restless spirits of those, whose crimes had been the cause of its degradation. At certain seasons, yells, uttered by no mortal voice, accompanied by the clanking of fetters, terrified the suddenly awakened slumberer. And several guests were ready to make solemn affidavit that they had been cognizant of the gliding form of a fair, but sinful looking dame, through the folds of whose night robe, blood welled and bubbled, as it might do from a fresh made wound. "Sister!" muttered he, "what mak's ye point wi' your lang, white, fleshless fingers at the youth who is yielding up the ghost, in that cauld and deserted garret? Ye need na' hae been at the trouble o' leaving your grave, to tell me that it is John Embleton, your only son, and my only nephew! As little do I require your aid to learn that he is dying o' consumption, brought on by poverty, and want, and the cark and care of blighted hopes, and blasted expectations! Back, sister to your sepulchre, and no' scare me wi' wringing your skeleton hands, after that marrow-freezing fashion! If John has drunk a bitter draught, I trow that he was his ain brewer. Instead o' gasping like an auld dowg, on that armfu' o' sour, wet straw, he might hae been the richest Laird in the north country, if he had na' been as obstinate as a woman or a mule! Guid forgi'e me for libelling the puir mule, by putting it in sic companionship!" Another interval of silence ensued, but it was constrain the presence of the guilty departed, is brief indeed. “Gavin Park,” moaned the suffering dreamer, "Gavin Park, have ye turned against your maister like the rest o' them? Waesock! Waesock! but I am a lonesome creature indeed! Little did I think, Gavin, that ye would come to side wi' my ill-wishers, and abandon him, that, boy and man, has fed ye, and clad ye, for sixty years and better!" [Having made a special inquisition into the above recited matter, I find that the parties who witnessed the apparition of the gory lady, were three commercial travellers, much devoted to hot suppers and bottled stout. Whether Welsh rabbit, and double X acted as incantations to a question which I leave to be decided by philosophical divines!-P. P.] Mine host of the Buck's Head,-Walter Warlock to wit-was never backward in indoctrinating his clients with the supernatural peculiarities for which the messuage he occupied was distin guished. There were several causes which moved him to be thus communicative. In the first place, Master Walter hugely deHere the tormented Dreghorn awoke with a lighted in the wild and wonderful, and nothing convulsive start, and quivering like an aspen-refreshed or invigorated him so much as to watch the effect of his narrations upon a group of be- was dismally suggestive of a hearse, an impression lieving auditors. What an increase of emphasis and vim would his voice acquire, when he noticed the hair of a listener beginning to stiffen, or the awe-distilled sweat standing in clammy drops upon his cadaverous forehead! which was not weakened by the plumes of ostrich feathers which garnished the climax of each post or pillar. Instead of paper the walls of the chamber were clothed with faded tapestry, and the subjects depictured thereon were not of the most mirthful description. For example, there was Jael the wife of Heber the Kenite, smiting the nail into the temples of the worn-out Sisera. On another compartment was woven the story of the jealous Queen Eleanor constraining her hapless rival the beautiful but erring Rosamond Clifford, to drink from the poison charged cup. And the balance of the "thread sculpture,”— to use the expression of Horace Walpole-set forth the dismal story of the murder of good King Charles I, by the creatures of an ambitious bankrupt brewer. Again, the astute landlord by keeping fresh the haunted reputation of the hostel, contrived to sit it at a rent little more than nominal. Many a time and oft had the proprietor given him notice to quit in default of his agreeing to pay a sum more adequate to the real worth of the premises, and on each occasion Walter declared his readiness to decamp with bag and baggage, rather than comply with the requisition. Right well did the cunning dog know that there was but slender risk of his being compelled to evacuate his quarters in favor of a more liberal tenant. The ghostly reputation of the Buck's Head acted as a repellant, potent as pestilence or plague, and there was not a publican in that quarter of the United Kingdom who would not as readily have | Powhead of Dreepdaily. This disclaimer is the taken a lease of Tartarus itself! Lastly, Mr. Warlock had made the important physico-psychological discovery that wonder is as thirsty as sorrow, and craveth as large a modicum of strong waters, for the exigencies of its appetite! Thousands of gallons of mountain dew-countless casks of brandy-and multitudinous barrels of beer had been offered up as liba tions upon the altar of the blood-dabbled dame of the Buck's Head, by the quid nunc pilgrims who had come to visit her shrine. Of course it was the interest of the Flamen to keep the fame of such a profitable idol from getting dusty, and consequently his grizzly legend was seldom out of his mouth. Return we to the Laird of Hungry Knowes, from whom we have for a season been constrained to digress. Having ascertained that he could be accommodated with a bed chamber, he ordered a slight refection, during the discussion whereof he was liberally regaled by his host, with stories sufficiently grim to have set a second Mother Bunch up in trade. As might naturally be anticipated, this course of treatment did not materially conduce to the tranquillizing of the patient's nervous system, and despairing of otherwise obtaining repose, he ordered and imbibed an extra potent poculum of unadulterated Hollands. [The editor of the Anglo-American Magazine, wishes it to be distinctly understood, that he is not responsible for the Toryism of the late Mr. more necessary, because in these suspicious and thin-skinned times, if a man speaks approvingly of an occasional fish diet, he is incontinently written down an adherent of the Church of Rome; and his commendation of the sparkling lyrics of Anacreon or Tom Moore, is construed into a hostility to the cause of temperance.] Little time was lost by the worn out, and sair forfochen, Laird of Hungry Knowes, in divesting himself of his artificial integuments, (that is a choice Mechanics Institute phrase for garments,) and consigning himself to the curatorship of Morpheus. Nor unpropitious to the advances of his devotee, was the nodding god, and ere many minutes had elapsed, the snoring of Mr. Dreghorn proclaimed that for a season he had obtained a respite from his mundane cares and anxieties. This respite was destined to have a startling termination! Just as the ancient and loud-tongued eight day clock of the Buck's Head was heralding the birth of "The wee short hour ayont the twal!" (as the inspired Ayrshire ploughman designates one o'clock A.M.), the laird of Hungry Knowes was startled into consciousness by a sound which seemed to be a cross-breed between a cough and a groan. Pulling off his night-cap, the jaded traveller sat bolt upright in his capacious couch, and grasping a candle which stood on a contiguous table, he made an anxious inspection of the chamber in which he was domiciled. The dormitory into which Mr. Dreghorn was ushered had been the state sleeping room of the original possessors of the house, and small alteration had been made upon its pristine features. The inquisition was not productive of any pracCovered with sable-hued hangings, the lofty bedtical result, so far as a solution of the vocal phe onmena was concerned. Jael, and Eleanor, and the masquerading confederate of the insolvent engenderer of beer, stood forth in their native prominence, and the worn-out wayfarer was just reconsigning himself to his pillow, when the following words smote upon his startled ear"Back, sinner, and repent! In striving to wed youth with deformity and age, you are resisting the economy of heaven! Against your wickedness do I protest, with all my feeble powers, and call upon you to retrace your steps, and do justice to your infamously used nephew!" We do not affirm that these were the identical words (or ipsissima verba, as schoolmasters would say) which saluted the tympanum of the aroused tenant of the Buck's Head, but, beyond all dubitation, they adumbrate the substance of the communication. Sitting upright in his couch, and twisting his nose to assure himself that he was awake, Mr. Dreghorn (whose dander, as the Yankees term it, was stimulated) thus rejoined to his unknown and unseen lecturer "Get thee behind me, Satan! I am not the legal custodier of John Embleton, and am not bound to support him in his whims and vagaries! If I mistake not, the voice which I hear is that of my servitor, Gavin Park. Let him appear and speak his mind, like a true man, and then, perchance, I may pay some attention to him !" No sooner had the Laird enunciated these words, than a marvel of surpassing wonderment occurred. The tapestry, immediately opposite the couch whereon Mr. Dreghorn reclined became violently agitated, and opening in the middle developed, the sickness-wasted form of the bed-ridden Park! There could be no question, touching the reality of the apparition! Dreghorn to assure him self that he was not the plaything of a disordered imagination, thrust his finger into the flame of the candle, and held it in that extempore Gehenna, until it was profusely diversified with blisters! Still the gaunt form of Gavin Park, stood palpable, and distinct, as the feather surmounted bed, or the shuttle-engendered presentment of the poisondispensing spouse of Henry II.! worldly gear!" said the shape, or the thing, or whatever else it was-" but wait till ye hae crossed the ice cauld water o' death, and then you will learn the real value o' sic miserable air bubbles!" Here Laird Dreghorn in the midst of all his panic and consternation, could not avoid putting in an interjectionary remark. "Gavin Park!-if Gavin you be-how can ye speak sic down right nonsense? Div you mean to say that the bonnie corn riggs, and fat meadows and shady groves of Hungry Knowes, are naething but air bubbles ?" "Oh maister! maister!" rejoined the MYSTERY -"if you dinna' repent, and do justice to the orphan, the time will come when a' the brooks and spring wells o' Hungry Knowes, aye, and Glen Skinflint into the bargain, will na' be able to afford a drop o' water to cool your birsled tongue! Muckle good, your riggs, and meadows, and groves will do you, when you come to be a bed fellow of the purse-proud glutton, Dives!" Enraged at this depreciation of real estate, Mr. Dreghorn, plucked up sufficient nerve to brand his admonisher, as a cheat and a counterfeit, who had no more title to be called Gavin Park, than the Great Mogul. "Cheat!" yelled forth the scandalized apparition-"I scorn your base and infamous slanders! If ane o' of us behoves to be a cheat, I trow it is yoursel,' seeing that you have made free wi' my guid plaid!" Thus speaking the figure advanced to the bed, and grasping the woollen mantle which Dreghorn had wrapt around his head, drew it away with such violence, as almost to drag the appropriater to the floor. In the struggle the candle was extinguished, and the Laird of Hungry Knowes losing all his remaining stock of courage in the darkness, shrieked out like a demoniac for aid, and companionship. The landlord, item the cook, item the boots item the chamber-maid, item the hostler, responded to the summons with all possible speed. At the request of the terrifled guest they searched every nook and corner of the room, without discovering the slightest trace of any intruder. Though, however, nothing was found, something was missed. The plaid had vanished! * It is not expedient to prolong this narrative, or else we might devote a brace of pages to the homily, which that mysterious shape poured forth upon the wonder-struck, and terror-smitten auSo shattered and shaken was David Dreghorn, ditor! It was redolent of the most solemn and by the events which we have just chronicled, suggestive matter, and, in many points, spoke that he kept his bed for the ensuing twelve home to the keenest sensibilities of the astounded hours. At the expiry of that cycle he set out Dreghorn. on his return to Hungry Knowes in a post chaise "Ye set a high store, on worldly goods and which he chartered especially for that trip. To an indefinite period did he postpone his visit to that eminent Aberdeen juris consult Mr. Hercules Horning, No sooner had the agitated and perplexed Laird reached the sanctitude of his mansion, then he hastened to the den of Gavin Park. Everything was quiet-oppressively quiet, in that small rude chamber! Death had taken effectual order, that nothing should break in upon the visionless slumber of the ancient serving man! A peaceful smile still lingered up the mouth, as if the cadaver retained a consciousness, that matters were on a right train at last! THE ORIGIN OF SEA SICKNESS. BY BOB YARN. A GALLANT little craft, cutter rigged, was lying at her moorings in the Bay, with mainsail hoisted, waiting only the arrival of a jovial party of amateurs, about starting for a cruise on the Lake. 'Twas a bright summer's morning, in the year of our Lord, 1853; the gay-looking yacht shone resplendent with a new coat of paint, her dazzling white sails lazily flapped in the light morning air, her halyards were carefully belayed, the sheets run aft, and her dinguey, alongside, was ready to bring the party on board as soon as they made Presently a hail of "Challenge ahoy" caused Bob, the sailor in charge, to jump into the little craft and pull for shore, from whence he soon returned with a load of provender of various descriptions, sufficient to have garri Instead of a sheet the body was covered with their appearance. a plain! THIS GARMENT WAS AT ONCE IDENTIFIED BY DREGHORN! With a shriek of crushing and measureless horror, he clutched it, and the next moment fell to the ground, smitten by the inexor-soned her for a month at least; and shortly after, able hand of apoplexy! Ere three hours had elapsed John Embleton was the entire and undisputed heir of Hungry Knowes! When Mr. Thomas Thong had made an end of his narration, I asked him, whether as a sincere solid Christian, and an honest sensible man, he believed that Gavin Park had really and truly appeared to David Dreghorn, in the Buck's Head Hotel, that extra-eventful night. "There cannot be the gliminer of a doubt about the matter!" responded the stimulator of steeds. "Well!" rejoined I, "a more striking, or better authenticated ghost-story never came under my cognizance! the yachtsmen themselves arrived; and after the provisions, &c., had been carefully stowed away in the neat cabin lockers, the trim craft shot away from her berth under a crowd of white canvass, making the water foam under her bows as she headed away westward to the entrance of the harbor, passing two or three old stone laden scows like lightning, to the disgust of their crews, and, in a few minutes, rounding the red buoys off the Queen's wharf. Then gracefully dashing into the blue waters of Lake Ontario, she steered well up to the sou' west. The wind was light from the southward; and after stretching well past the new garrison until well off the entrance of the Humber Bay, "helm's a-lee" was the order, and in an instant round she flew like a bird, and "Ghost be hanged!" was the profane interjec-headed down the Lake past the lighthouse. tion of the reckless Thong "There was no ghost in the matter! When Squire Dreghorn rode beside me on the box-seat, Park well-wrapped up, had the entire inside of the mail-coach to himself! The dodge was cunningly planned-and as Walter Warlock was one of Gavin's oldest and most intimate cronies, little difficulty intervened in carrying it out!" The party on board were four in number, one of whom was unaccustomed to yachting, and as the ground-swell from the Lake became more perceptible, the tyro exhibited undoubted signs of qualmishness, for which he was recommended various specifics, such as tying a piece of pork to a string, so as to enable him to haul it up after swallowing it, standing on his head against the [The leading incidents detailed above, are mast, sitting face to windward with his mouth substantially true.—ED. A. A. M.] wide open, to let lots of cold air in, &c.-to all water. Towards the afternoon the breeze died away, and he reappeared feeling all right and very hungry. A general attack was now made by all hands on the commissariat, after which the party sat on deck enjoying cigars and pipes and chatting merrily over their prospects. Evening arrived, and with it a flat calm, much to the tyro's delight, as being now completely reinvigorated he felt as bold as a lion. His messmates, however, were continually making sly allusions to his morning disappearance, and poked fun at him all round most unmercifully. morning robe, and old Sol was thinking it about time to get up, his Highness, the father of gods and men, old Jove himself, stretched himself lazily in bed, and, after a yawn or two that caused Earth to quake again at the unseemly noise, sung out lustily for his valet-de-chambre to bring him his morning draught of nectar; for, shame to say, Jupiter had been looking at somebody drinking the night previous, not that there was anything extraordinary in that. The benign influence of Father Mathew and John B. Gough was yet unfelt, and the Maine liquor law had not then been adopted. Indeed, the astute idea of making people virtuous by act of Parliament never oc "I wonder," said the victim of this unmitigated quizzing at last, “what the deuce is the reason that every one has to pay such a disagree-curred to any of the ancient lawgivers. It was able penalty for a trip on the water ?" 66 Why, 'tis Neptune's curse," said one. left to us more civilized moderns to discover this grand panacea for all the ills that flesh is heir to. "Neptune be hanged!" was the courteous re- Mais revenons à nos moutons. Jove sung out for joinder. ""Tis a fact," was the reply, "and there's good authority for it. If you've no objections, my lads, I'll spin you a yarn, relating the circumstances that gave rise to it." "Heave ahead, my hearty," was the response of his friends, for they were sure of hearing a good story. Thus adjured, the narrator, having first lit a fresh Havannah, and mixed a pretty stiff nor' wester to help his ideas, commenced the following tale, which he premised by assuring the rest that it was not original, but that he had somewhere or another read, or heard it related : : his nectar, and the domestic came in rubbing his eyes, and commenced hunting very sleepily for the drinking cup which was always kept near the head of the bed. After searching for it ineffectually for some time, he declared that somebody must have taken it away, for he could not find it. "Rascal," cried Jove, irritated; "look sharp, or I'll throw the boot-jack at you. Where's the cup? 'Twas there last night." "Well, it is not here now." "None of your impertinence, sir," said Jove, majestically. "If you don't find it immediately, I'll sharpen your intellects with a flash of lightning;" and turning up his pillow under which he usually kept a supply of thunderbolts, to his dismay he found the place was empty. Not a bolt was left. Thoroughly aroused, and in a towering rage, out of bed leaped Jove and commenced making a thorough search himself. To no purpose, however. The thief, whoever he was, had made a clean sweep, and bolted with sceptre, cup, and thunder. The last showed a great deal of foresight on the part of the robber, for Jupiter was reckoned a tip-top shot amongst the sporting circles in that neighborhood, and would not have hesitated an instant at having a fling at any fellow caught in such a scrape. Find Once on a time, a long while ago, on a quiet still right, such as this is, a slight-knowing-looking young fellow might have been detected, had any one been on the look-out, flitting cautiously hither and thither in the realms of the Gods in old Olympus' top. One after the other, he visited the sleeping apartments of Venus, Vulcan, Mars, Hercules, and, last of all, dared even the precincts of the bedchamber of old Jove himself. He was a regular Jack Sheppard, and since the time of Prometheus, never was so bold or adroit a rascal. Something he carried off from each, and having secured his booty, the marauder departed as quickly as he had come. None wit-ing, however, it was too true, Zeus's fortitude nessed his arrival, indeed, to this day, there has been no explanation of how he got there, and none saw him leave. The world below was quiet and calm. The Gods above slept soundly, thanks to Nox and Somnus. Neither Heaven nor Earth dreamed of the crime that had been committed, or of the consequences that would ensue from this act of desecration. Next morning, just as the rosy-fingered Aurora was mantling the eastern sky in its ruby-colored gave way, and he vented his rage in real Billingsgate; but as it is not at all material to this veracious history to mention what he did say, the matter shall be dropped here with the remark, that, at some subsequent tea-parties given in Olympus, the gossips found fruitful source of conversation thereon, and poor Juno's unhappy fate in having such a yoke-fellow was bewailed in true tea-table style. To return to Jupiter. He cursed and swore in a most disre |