Showing posts with label 8th September 2013.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 8th September 2013.. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

The Storyteller.


The Storyteller.

There’s turf on the fire

There’s tea in the pot

Sunday’s here again

It’s been a good week

And now is the time

To hear the tale’s again

So pull up a chair and sit awhile

The clock is striking three

Tune in to WRFM

And join the Seanachái.

 

 

Welcome to my blog.

If you have any comments or requests for stories please leave them on here and I'll see what I can do.
I really appreciate any feedback and will try to respond as quickly as possible.

On behalf of myself and WRFM 98-2 I would like to thank you for taking the time to listen to my show and hope you enjoy it.

Join me on Sunday at 3-00pm until 4-00pm, pull up a chair and sit awhile.  You are never too old for a story.

Music Playlist 8th September 2013.


1.    Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers.

2.    Ghostbusters.

3.    The Green Fields of France by The Fureys.

4.    Superstition by Stevie Wonder.

5.    Shiver My Timbers by Assassin's Creed IV Black Flag Song Youtube.

6.    : The Girl Is Mine by Michael Jackson.

Black Aggie.



I’ll start off this week with a little story called:

Black Aggie.

When Felix Agnus put up the life-sized shrouded bronze statue of a grieving angel, seated on a pedestal, in the Agnus family plot in the Druid Ridge Cemetery, he had no idea what he had started. The statue was a rather eerie figure by day, frozen in a moment of grief and terrible pain. At night, the figure was almost unbelievably creepy; the shroud over its head obscuring the face until you were up close to it.

There was a living air about the grieving angel, as if its arms could really reach out and grab you if you weren’t careful. It didn’t take long for rumours to sweep through the town and surrounding countryside. They said that the statue – nicknamed Black Aggie – was haunted by the spirit of a mistreated wife who lay beneath her feet. The statue’s eyes would glow red at the stroke of midnight, and any living person who returned the statues gaze would instantly be struck blind. Any pregnant woman who passed through her shadow would miscarry. If you sat on her lap at night, the statue would come to life and crush you to death in her dark embrace. If you spoke Black Aggie’s name three times at midnight in front of a dark mirror, the evil angel would appear and pull you down to hell. They also said that spirits of the dead would rise from their graves on dark nights to gather around the statue at night.

People began visiting the cemetery just to see the statue, and it was then that a secret society decided to make the statue of Grief part of their initiation rites.

‘Black Aggie sitting, where candidates for membership had to spend the night crouched beneath the statue with their backs to the grave of General Agnus, became popular.

One dark night, two society members accompanied a new hopeful to the cemetery and watched while he took his place underneath the creepy statue. The clouds had obscured the moon that night, and the whole area surrounding the dark statue was filled with a sense of anger and malice. It felt as if a storm was brewing in that part of the cemetery, and they noticed that grey shadows seemed to be clustering around the body of the frightened society candidate crouching in front of the statue.

What had been a funny initiation rite suddenly took on an air of danger. One of the society members stepped forward in alarm to call out to the initiate. As he did, the statue above the young man began to stir. The two society members froze in shock as the shrouded head turned toward the new candidate. They saw the gleam of glowing red eyes beneath the concealing hood as the statue’s arms reached out toward the cowering boy.

With shouts of alarm, the society members leapt forward to rescue the new initiate. But it was too late. The initiate gave one horrified yell, and then his body disappeared into the embrace of the dark angel. The society members stood still as the statue turned its glowing eyes upon them. With screams of terror, the boys fled from the cemetery before the statue could grab them too.

Hearing the screams, a night watchman hurried to the Agnus plot. He was extremely distressed to discover the body of a young man lying at the foot of the statue. The young man had apparently died of fright.

The disruption caused by the statue grew so acute that the Agnus family finally donated it to the Smithsonian museum in Washington D.C.. The grieving angel sat for many years in storage there, never again to plague the citizens visiting the Druid Hill Park Cemetery. 

Is this story true? I will leave it up to you to decide.

Leap Castle.



And now a tale about what has been described as The Most Haunted Castle in Ireland.

Leap Castle. Nr. Birr. Co. Offaly

Standing upon a vast throne of solid rock, Leap Castle was once the stronghold of the warlike O’Carroll’s and its eventful history is mostly written in their blood. In the 16th century, O’Carroll of the Leap held a lavish banquet at his family fortress and invited a rural branch of his own clan to partake of his hospitality.

No sooner had the unfortunate guests sat down to dinner, than he massacred everyone one of them. Inter-clan bloodshed was a common occurrence at that time and members of the tribe, attended family get togethers or re-unions at their peril!

 Following the death of Mulrooney O’Carroll in 1532, a bitter dispute over succession arose. As siblings battled each other for leadership of the clan, “one-eyed” Teige O’Carroll is said to have slain his own brother, who was also a priest, as he celebrated Mass in “The Bloody Chapel”.

However, the days of O’Carroll occupancy were drawing to a close, and they were about to lose possession in a suitably blood- thirsty manner. A 17th century daughter of the clan fell in love with an English soldier named Captain Darby, who was being held prisoner in the castle dungeons. She smuggled food to him and eventually engineered his escape. As they were making their way down the staircase, her brother suddenly confronted them, and the captain silenced him with a single sword thrust. Since his lover then became the heiress to Leap Castle, it passed into the ownership of the captain’s family when the two were later married.

The last of the family to own Leap Castle was Jonathan Charles Darby who arrived here on 16th July 1880. In 1909, his wife Mildred wrote an article for the Occult Review describing how she had held several séances at the castle during which she had attracted the unwelcome attentions of an elemental – a primitive and malevolent force that attaches itself to a particular place.

 Mildred Darby described how she was

 “standing in the Gallery looking down at the main floor, when I felt somebody put a hand on my shoulder. The thing was the size of a sheep. Thin gaunt and shadowy, its eyes which seemed half decomposed in black cavities stared into mine. The horrible smell, gave me a deadly nausea. It was the smell of a decomposing corpse”

Mildred’s occult dabbling also appears to have awoken other malevolent forces within the walls of Leap Castle, and it was at this time that its fearsome reputation became firmly established.

The spirit is thought to be a primitive ghost that attaches itself to a particular place. It is often malevolent, terrifying and unpredictable. The Darby’s remained at Leap until 1922. Being the home of an English family, it became the target of the Irish struggle for independence. Destroyed by bombs and completely looted, nothing but a burned out shell remained. The Darby's were driven out.

Following its destruction by fire in 1922, workmen who had commenced gutting the interior, discovered an oubliette, a small dungeon whose name, derived from the French oublier, meaning “forget”, says it all, behind a wall of the bloody chapel.  Called an oubliette simply because those put there were then forgotten about.

This room had a drop floor and prisoners were pushed into the room where they fell to their deaths - either impaled on a spike below, or if they were unfortunate enough to miss the spike and die a quick death, they slowly starved in the midst of rotting, putrid corpses. One theory is that some of the remains were those of Scots mercenaries hired by O'Carroll who had them murdered when it came time for payment. Mysteriously, among the bones, workmen also found a pocket watch made in the 1840's. Could the dungeon still have been in use back then? No-one will ever know.

Over the next seventy years, it remained an empty shell, its fearsome reputation ensuring that the locals shunned it, particularly at night when all manner of ghostly activity was known to stir within its moss clad walls. From across the fields people would watch the window of the “Bloody Chapel” suddenly light up, as though hundreds of flickering candles were blazing within. Some, who dared walk amongst the ruins, experienced alarming encounters with a lustrous lady wearing a billowing red gown.

The Castle has now been restored to its former glory and is now a family home. Do the spirits still wander through the house? Well you’ll have to ask the present occupants.

The Irish Wake.


And now a little bit of Irish folklore and superstition:

Irish Wakes.

Wakes of times gone by began with women washing the body of the deceased and preparing it to be laid out on a bed or a table, often in the largest room of the house. The body was covered in white linen adorned with black or white ribbons, flowers for the body of a child. Lighted candles were placed around the body. Clay pipes, tobacco and snuff were also placed in the room. Every male caller was expected to take at least a puff. The smoke kept evil spirits from finding the deceased. Usually, a pipe and tobacco were place on a table next to the body. Occasionally, a pipe was laid on the chest of the deceased male. Clocks were stopped at the time of death. Mirrors were turned around or covered and curtains closed.

Once the body was prepared, it was never left alone until after burial. Someone, usually a woman, sat in the same room until it was taken away. According to custom, crying (keening) couldn’t begin until after the body was prepared just in case the sound might attract evil spirits that would take the soul of the departed. However, once the body was properly prepared, the keening began. Often family members will give the deceased a kiss goodbye.

In ancient times it was the duty of the bard, who was attached to the family of each chief or noble, assisted by some of the household, to raise the funeral song; but as times moved on this may have been entrusted to hired mourners, who were paid according to how well they performed. However, in much more recent times it is the, the lead keener, who would be the first to lament the deceased. Keeners, especially the lead keener, recited poetry lamenting the loss of the loved one in addition to crying and wailing. All the women in the house joined in, especially as each new caller arrived to pay his or her respects.

No emotion was left out of the mourning process. Between the extremes of tears and laughter, heartfelt poetical lamentations and boisterous songs, there were debates. As the mourners gathered round the kitchen table, poteen or whiskey laden tea in hand, it was inevitable that discussions would begin. Often these debates turned heated as one might expect given that the most common topics concerned religion, politics or economics.

Wakes lasted through two or three nights. Food, tobacco, snuff, and liquor were plentiful. Out in the countryside, the liquor served consisted of whiskey or poteen, which is a very potent and illegal Irish homemade brew. Laughter and singing as well as crying filled the air as mourners shared humorous stories involving the deceased.

In addition to this seeming merriment, games were played. While this may appear to have been disrespectful of the dead, it was not the intention. It is thought that the merrymaking aspects of these wake customs were influenced by our pagan heritage as well as the need to stay awake for such a long period of time. The church frowned upon these activities and tried hard to discourage the people from indulging in them, they even attempted to ban food and alcohol. Thankfully they were unsuccessful.

An Irish wake is a traditional funeral ritual for the person who has died and those who mourn them.  It is a way of celebrating the deceased person’s life. There have been changes over the years. Most wakes are now not as formal as they used to be and most have given up the tradition of having the body displayed in their home.  People may now choose to hold the wake in the pub or other public area such as a local hotel without the deceased present. You may still hear of a house wake although they are getting rarer but still parts of the tradition live on and they do help with the grieving process and in some parts of Ireland traditions are still very important.

 

I have been to a number of wakes in my life and I have seen how important it is for the family of the deceased to make sure that their loved one gets a good send off and the amount of visitors can indicate the social importance of the deceased. I do believe it is extremely important for us to stand by our traditions as they bind us together and help us at certain times to cope with the stresses of a modern society.

Superstitions surrounding death.



Last week I spoke about some superstitions concerning the Bee and the Robin so this week I thought I’d follow the Irish Wake with some:

Superstitions surrounding death.

There are many superstitions and we are a superstitious nation.  These superstitions give the Irish a certain charm that no other people seem to have. But what is a superstition,

A superstition is anything that people believe that is based on myth, magic or irrational thought. They are beliefs that are steeped in lore or tradition and it is usually difficult to pinpoint the exact origin.  Superstitions are also known as old wives tales, legends and traditions and they are an integral part of almost every culture around the world.

Even people who say they do not believe in superstition may still pause before walking under a ladder, say bless you when someone sneezes or carry a good luck charm. And how many people would stay in a graveyard alone after dark.  Superstitions, whether believed by a whole culture or just one person still have some effect over people’s lives, with or without having any actual power.

Here are some superstitions surrounding death.

When someone dies you should close the curtains because should a moonbeam shine through the window onto the corpse then the devil sends his demons down it to steal the soul.

You must stop all the clocks at the time of death to confuse the devil and give the soul time to reach heaven.

In Ireland the dead are carried out of the house feet first in order to prevent the spirit from looking back into the house and beckoning another member of the family to follow him/her.

Family photographs were turned faced down to prevent any of the close relatives and friends of the deceased from being possessed by the spirit of the dead.

Cover all the mirrors in the house at the time of death or the soul will be trapped within the mirror.

If you smell roses when none are around then someone is going to die.

The souls of the dead who happen to die abroad greatly desire to rest in Ireland.  The relations consider it their duty to bring back the body to be laid to rest in Irish earth. However, even then the dead will not rest in peace unless laid with their forefathers and their own people and not among strangers.

There’s an old story about a young girl who happened to die of a fever while away on a visit to some friends in Cork and her father thought it safer not to bring her home but to have her buried in the nearest church graveyard.  However, a few nights after his return home he was woken up by the sound of a mournful wail at his window and a voice cried out,

“I’m alone, I’m alone, I’m all alone”.

The father knew well what it meant and he prayed in the name of god that the spirit of his dead child might rest in peace until the morning. At day break he rose out of his bed and set off to the burial ground where his daughter lay and there he drew the coffin from the earth and had it carried all the way back to County Mayo. Once he had placed the coffin containing his daughter’s remains in the old graveyard out the west road beside her own people the spirit of his child was at rest and the mournful cries were never heard again.

The custom of placing candles on or around the coffin comes from the belief that you were lighting the way to paradise for the corpse. This continued as you walked the coffin to its final resting place. The tradition of walking slowly behind or on either side of the coffin came about because you walked slowly so the candles wouldn’t blow out. You see there’s always a simple explanation.

Finally, in Westport today we turn out to walk the coffin to the church where it is rested until the following day’s service and it’s then carried out of the church and placed in the hearse.  The hearse is then followed by those in attendance slowly walking behind until it reaches the edge of town. People will then make their way to the graveyard to say their final farewell.

It is good to see that some of the old traditions still hold true. When a funeral makes its way through the streets of Westport, work stops as it passes by, some businesses still turn out their lights and close their doors and people on both sides of the street will stand, take off their hats (if men) and pay their respects. When the hearse makes its way along the streets and roads as it heads towards the graveyard other vehicles should not overtake it or those coming towards it should slow down and even stop until it passes. However, as time progresses I wonder how many of our old traditions will still hold their place in a fast moving society where no one seems to have any time for the old ways.

Mary Read.



Last week I told a story about a pirate called Anne Bonny and in it I made reference to another Woman Pirate called Mary Read. But who was Mary Read.

 

Mary Read.

Mary Read (died 1721) was an English pirate. She and Anne Bonny are two of the most famed female pirates of all time. She and Anne Bonny are the only two women known to have been convicted of piracy during the early 18th century, at the height of the Golden Age of Piracy.

Mary Read was illegitimately born in England, in the late 17th century, born anytime from 1670-1698 to the widow of a sea captain. Like Anne Bonny, no clear record of her date of birth seems to exist.

Her mother decided to disguise Mary as a boy after the death of Mary’s older, legitimate brother Mark. It has been suggested that this was done in order to receive financial support from his paternal grandmother. Apparently it worked and both Mary and her mother lived on the inheritance well into Mary’s teenage years.  It was in her teenage years that Mary still dressed as a boy found work as a footboy and later found employment on a ship.

She later joined the British military, allied with Dutch forces against the French. Read, in male disguise, proved herself through battle, but she fell in love with a Flemish soldier. When they married, she used their military commission and gifts from intrigued brethren in arms as a funding source to acquire an inn named The Three Horseshoes  near Breda Castle in The Netherlands.

Upon her husband's early death, Mary found that she couldn’t run the inn on her own so once again dressed as a man she signed up for military service in Holland. With peace, there was no room for advancement, so she quit and boarded a ship bound for the West Indies.  While en route to the West Indies, Read’s ship was attacked and captured by pirates. Read decided to join them and for a while lived the life of a pirate in the Caribbean before accepting the king’s pardon in 1718. Like many former pirates, she signed on board a privateer commissioned to hunt down those buccaneers who had not accepted the pardon. It didn’t last long, as the whole crew soon mutinied and took over the ship.

In 1720 she joined pirate John "Calico Jack" Rackham and his companion, the female pirate Anne Bonny.  Captain John Rackham, often called Calico Jack because he loved to wear clothes made of calico.  Read continued dressing as a man and nobody seemed to notice until Anne Bonny took a bit of a fancy to this handsome young fellow. Mary was forced to reveal to Bonny that she was a woman, apparently it didn’t seem to matter to Anne as she still fancied her. Calico Jack was rather annoyed at this and became jealous as they seemed to be getting very close and he threatened to slit Read’s throat from ear to ear (he was still under the impression that Read was a man). To prevent Read’s death, Calico Jack was let in on the secret and he decided to allow both women to remain on board as long as they kept it their little secret.  It could only lead to trouble.

During their brief cruise in late 1720, they captured a number of ships and took several prisoners that they forced into useful service. Mary Read fell in love with one of the prisoners who was surprised to learn that she was a woman and eventually returned the affection. When one of the pirates challenged her lover to a duel, Read contrived a secret duel to occur a couple hours earlier. She killed the pirate before he could bring any harm to her lover, whom she called "husband" as they made vows to each other in absence of a minister.

In October 1720, pirate hunter Captain Jonathan Barnet took Rackham's crew by surprise while they were hosting a rum party with another crew of Englishmen off the west coast of Jamaica. After a volley of fire left the pirate vessel disabled, Rackham's crew and their "guests" fled to the hold, leaving only the women and one other to fight Barnet's boarding party. Allegedly, Read angrily shot into the hold, killing one, wounding others when the men would not come up and fight with them. Barnet's crew eventually overcame the women. Rackham surrendered,  shouting things like

“Don’t hurt me, I’m only a poor pirate” He wasn’t a very brave pirate.

Calico Jack and his crew were arrested and brought to trial in what is now known as Spanish Town, Jamaica, where they were sentenced to hang for acts of piracy, as were Read and Bonny.

 However, the women escaped the noose when they revealed they were both "quick with child" (known as "Pleading the belly"), so they received a temporary stay of execution.  Later, in one of the most famous pirate quotes of all time, Bonny told Rackham in prison:

 "I'm sorry to see you here, but if you had fought like a man you need not have hanged like a dog."

Mary Read never got to taste freedom again, she developed a fever and died in prison in April 1721, but there is no record of burial of her baby. Official documents state that Read died of fever associated with childbirth.  How much of this story is true I don’t know. There is most likely a bit of embellishment but there is historical evidence that a woman called Mary Read did serve with Calico Jack Rackham and that there were two very able woman who were known as skilled pirates on his ship. They were every bit as brutal and ruthless as their male companions and in some cases even more so.

Read and Bonny have captured the public imagination as being the only two well-documented female pirates in the so-called "Golden Age of Piracy." In an age and society where the freedom of women was greatly restricted, Read and Bonny lived a life at sea as full members of a pirate crew.

As subsequent generations increasingly romanticize piracy and the likes of Rackham, Bonny and Read, their stature has grown even further. Calico Jack may have been a second rate pirate on a third rate ship but he did have a very cool flag. It’s very easy to imagine Captain Jack Sparrow of Pirates of The Caribbean as the modern version of Calico Jack.

Loftus Hall.



Loftus Hall.

Loftus Hall, Co. Wexford is an old rambling mansion, with passages that lead nowhere, large dreary rooms, panelled walls, and a Tapestry Chamber with a story to tell. It was built on a limestone promontory stretching out into the Atlantic Ocean by one de Raymond, a follower of Strongbow, who settled there. After the Rebellion of 1641 it was forfeited and became the property of the Loftus family. It’s described as "A wild and lonely place".

The Ghost Story:

The details that follow apparently occurred when Charles Tottenham and his family came to live in the mansion in the middle of the 18th century. Charles Tottenham's first wife had been the Honourable Anne Loftus (the second daughter of the 1st Viscount Loftus). Anne died in 1775 and Charles remarried his cousin Jane. Was it this that caused the hauntings to begin, we will never know the answer to that question.

On a stormy night a young man turned up at the front door unexpectedly and was welcomed into the mansion. Anne and the young man became very close, then one night they were in the parlour; around this time it was not well-mannered for a girl to play cards, but Anne refused to be dictated to and insisted on playing. When a card was dropped on the floor she went to pick it up, and she noticed that the young man had a hoof in place of a foot.

It’s said that Anne screamed and the man went up through the roof in a puff of smoke, leaving behind a large hole in the ceiling. Anne was in shock and was put in her favourite room in the mansion, which was known as the Tapestry Room. She refused food and drink. She died in the Tapestry Room in 1775. It’s said that the hole could never be properly repaired, and it’s alleged that even to this day, there is still a certain part of the ceiling which is slightly different from the rest. This, of course, is a myth, since the present house was built more than a century after the events described.

Meanwhile it was believed that the stranger with the cloven hoof returned to the house and caused persistent poltergeist activity.

Strangely enough if you know the history of the Irish Hellfire club you will recognise the same story of a stranger seeking shelter from the storm and playing cards. He too was found to have cloven feet and disappeared in a puff of sulphur smoke through a hole in the ceiling.

A number of Protestant clergymen apparently tried and failed to put a stop to this. The family, who were themselves Protestants, eventually called on Father Thomas Broaders (a Catholic priest, who was also a tenant on the Loftus Hall estate) to exorcise the house which he managed to do in spite of fierce opposition from at least one of the hostile spirits. The success of Broaders led to many concessions being made to local Catholics whose religion was still technically illegal. Fr. Broaders was parish priest of the surrounding area from 1724 to 1773.

Fr. Broaders later became parish priest of the united parishes of the Hook and Ramsgrange for almost fifty years.

Eventually Father Broaders became Canon Broaders and he died in January, 1773, on his tomb in Horetown Cemetery is the following epitaph;

"Here lies the body of Thomas Broaders,

Who did good and prayed for all.

And banished the Devil from Loftus Hall".

 

The apparent success of Father Broaders' exorcism did not end the ghostly visitations at Loftus Hall. The ghost of a young woman, presumed to be Anne Tottenham, was reported to have made frequent appearances in the old Hall, especially in the Tapestry Room, until the building was finally demolished in 1871.

Although the present Loftus Hall is an entirely new building, interest in the ghost story has remained strong and many aspects of the story seem to have attached themselves to the newer house.

Subsequent Experiences

1.The father of the Rev. George Reade stayed with a large party at the Hall some time about 1790, and was given the Tapestry Chamber to sleep in. He is said to have reported that

"Something heavy leapt upon his bed, growling like a dog. The curtains were torn back and the clothes stripped from the bed".

Suspecting that

"Some of his companions were playing tricks",

 he shouted to warn them and then fired his pistol up the chimney to frighten them. He then searched the room and, of course, found nothing. The door was locked as he had left it when he had gone to bed.

2. Some years later, when the 2nd Marques of Ely was at the Hall, his valet, Shannon, was put in the Tapestry Chamber and woke the whole household by his screams in the night. The curtains of the bed, he said, had been violently torn back and he saw

"A tall lady dressed in stiff brocaded silk".

He fled in terror. 

 

3. After a further period George Reade and his father were staying at the Hall. George knew nothing of his father's earlier experience, and chose the Tapestry Chamber as his bedroom. One bright moonlight night he sat up late reading an article in Blackwood's Magazine, when he saw the door open and a tall lady in a stiff dress passed noiselessly through the room to a closet in the corner, where she disappeared. For some reason the idea of a ghost never entered his head, and he went to sleep.

The next night the experience was repeated. He rushed towards the lady, threw his right arm round her, and exclaimed

"Ha! I have you now".

 His arm passed through her and came "With a thud against the bed-post".

The figure went on, and her silk brocaded gown "lapped against the curtain". Next morning he told his father, who said nothing; and the whole incident left little impression on him.

He slept in the room without disturbance "many a night after". Some years later George Reade was again at the Hall, and heard the valet, Shannon, tell the housekeeper that "he would sooner leave his Lordship's service than sleep in the Tapestry Chamber". Reade asked him why; and Shannon then told him the story of Anne, which he had never heard before.

4. In 1858 the 4th Marques, who succeeded in 1857 at the age of 8, came to the Hall for the bathing season, with his mother (the Lady of the Bedchamber) and his tutor, the Rev. Charles Dale. The tutor was put in the Tapestry Chamber and came down to breakfast one morning in an obviously nervous state, but refused to say anything.

In the autumn Lord Henry Loftus, uncle of the Marques, wrote to George Reade, told him about Charles Dale, and added that a Mr. Derringey had slept in the room and had had "a splendidly fitted dressing case" ransacked during the night. He asked him what his own experience had been. Reade wrote to Dale, then in a parish in Kent, a long letter, in which he said that he had slept in the Tapestry Chamber for three weeks without disturbance - and without knowing anything about Anne Tottenham. Then one moonlight night he had had the same experience as Reade's father - something heavy jumping on the bed, growling, and tearing off the bedclothes.

He leapt out of bed, lit a candle, but could find nothing. He had, however, made inquiries and had talked with an old woman called Haggard, who lived to the age of 106. She had told him the whole story, and remembered Father Broders and the exorcism very well.

5. Finally, in 1868, Reade once more visited the Hall, which had been considerably altered. The Tapestry Chamber was now a billiards-room. He asked the old housekeeper how Miss Anne Tottenham had taken these changes, and she replied

“Oh! Master George, don't talk about her. Last night she made a horrid noise knocking the billiard balls about!”

So there you have it, would you be brave enough to spend the night in Loftus Hall.