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supposed to be haunted. It was even believed, says the writer of 

 a local tale, called "The Tragedy of the Capon Tree", sent to me 

 about six or seven years ago by some unknown friend, that " on 

 the anniversary of the day of execution the spirits of the rebels 

 were to be seen flitting about with airy ropes round their necks". 

 They have now, with the generation which stood in awe of them, 

 flitted altogether away; and the once famous oak which they 

 haunted is itself a thing of the past. 



