1825.) 
€mpty barrels, and such rubbish; he 
bade the house farewell, and drove off 
without seeing any thing of the browny; 
but, happening to turn round, he saw 
the creature rearing its head from one 
of the boxes in the waggon. The man 
was excessively mortified to find all his 
trouble to no purpose; but the browny 
began to laugh heartily, and, with a 
broad grin upon his features, said to the 
man—* So we are going to flit to-day.” 
The Strand Demon. 
Before the sea-shores were conse- 
crated, it was very dangerous, above 
all at night-time, to walk there, or even 
in the neighbouring roads, because peo- 
ple often met the strand demon, which is 
the spirit of the corse flung by the waves 
upon the beach, and there left unburied. 
There lived a woman at Niberoed, 
who, going early one morning to the 
seaside in search of drift-wood, .per- 
ceived upon the sand a dead body, 
which had a large bag of money tied to 
its middie. She looked around, and 
seeing that no one obseryed her, she 
thought she could do no better than 
take possession of the money, since she 
was a very poor woman: she untied 
the bag and hastened home with it. 
But the next night the strand demon 
came running to the village, made a 
dreadful outcry before the woman’s 
window, and commanded her to follow 
him. The poor creature, very much 
terrified, bade all her children farewell, 
and went after the demon. When they 
were come out of the village, the de- 
mon. spoke to her in this manner— 
“Take me by the thigh, fling me across 
your back, and carry me to the church.” 
The nearest church lay at Karlebye, 
which was three-quarters of a mile dis- 
tant; and when they were in sight of 
it, the demon cried—“ Fling me to the 
ground, go to the neighbouring house, 
and tell the people to sit up for the 
next half hour, then come back here, 
take me up again, and when you have 
lifted me over the church wall, run to 
the house as quick as you can for fear 
the kirkgrim should lay hold of you.” 
The woman did exactly as she was com- 
manded; but scarcely was the body 
thrown ove1 the wall before the kirk- 
grim came rushing out upon the woman, 
and seized her by the shift, which, being 
luckily old and infirm, gave way, so that 
the woman escaped to the house, But 
she considered herself well paid for this 
fright by the money she had found upon 
the corse, which enabled her and her 
children to livein affluence all their lives. 
Monty Mac. No. 417. 
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425 
The Heath Spectre. 
There lies a heath by the ruins of 
Sealbierg church. It is by no means 
safe to lie down there, for men and 
women are still livmg who have been 
lamed in their arms and legs by so do- 
ing; and it generally happens, that 
those who ride across it are cast from 
their horses. Upon this same heath 
there was formerly a cottage; and, as it 
had the name of being haunted, very 
few ventured to occupy it; and those 
who did venture, for the most part, 
came out much faster than they went 
in. Once, however, the proprietor 
hired a peasant to live there, and told 
him to pay particular attention to every 
thing that should happen. He took a 
comrade along with him, and went to 
the house. When the night was draw- 
ing on, they carried their suppers out 
with them, and sat down, side by side, 
upon the heath. But, as the peasant 
was exceedingly tired, he fell asleep, 
with a large piece of meat in his hand; 
while his companion remained awake, 
and kept watch. All at once, a fiery 
apparition arose from the earth, and 
approached the spot where he sat, 
stiffened with terror; he had just suf- 
ficient strength, however, to give his 
friend a slight jog in the side, in order 
to awake him; and, at the moment, the 
spectre stood close before them, with 
its mouth gaping and extended. The 
peasant awoke, and, in his first horror 
and confusion, flung the piece of meat, 
he held in his hand, down the grisly 
orifice, The spectre disappeared; but 
presently after a voice, which sounded 
in whispers over the lonely heath, ex~ 
claimed, “ From this day forward, nei- 
ther thou nor thine shall ever want meat 
or bread.” And so it happened ; for, ac-. 
cording to tradition, the man, in a short 
time, became wealthy and respectable. 
—=i 
For the Monthly Magazine. 
American Dramatic Literature. 
The article J am about to notice,. 
being one of the most distinguished pro- 
ductions of the dramatic genius of 
America, will, perhaps, be regarded as 
entitled to something more than a slight 
notice in your review of foreign litera- 
ture; and as such I request the favour 
of its insertion.—Yours, &c. M.R. 
Hadad, a Dramatic Poem, by J. Hr1- 
HOUSE, Author of “ Percy’s Mash,” “ the 
Judgment,” &c. New-York, 1825. 1 vol. 
8vo.—The action of this poem, or rather 
tragedy, commences at one of the most 
poetical periods of Jewish history ; when, 
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