THE HAUNTED HOUSE. 



Candidly, I thought I had recounted every incident 

 of my life worth relating. When yesterday returning 

 from Albany, in the electric car, and in passing oppo- 

 site the original spot of ray debuts as a florist, etc. 

 the, now, Aged Men philanthropic Asylum, on the 

 Albany and Troy road, I was suddenly and forcibly 

 reminded of the legendary reputation of that building 

 as being a " Refuge " of the spooks, ghosts, and hob- 

 goblins of the town of Water vliet, in 1842, and prob- 

 ably long before. We had hired the place for five 

 years. We hardly were moved in than some of the 

 few and far apart neighbors informed me that they 

 were surprised that I had hired the place for such a long 

 lease, that nobody could live in it but a short time, 

 on account of the aforesaid progenies of the devil, 

 rather week minds, or something equal to it. The 

 speaker of the assembly of those informants told with 

 a wonderfully emphatic gesture that he would not 

 sleep in it one single night, if he was offered a 

 1,000 dollars ! ! Was not such a disclosure an appal- 



