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leave you standing in fancy by the flickering fire- 

 light, with Eover at your feet and the lake shim- 

 mering, like a sea of silver under the white radi- 

 ance of the fuU-orljed and perfect moon, lying 

 tranquilly before you. 



" Just one word, Mr. jSIurray, before you stop. 

 Did you rccdly see a ghost, and is there any such 

 place as Phantom Falls ? " To which query of 

 yours, gentle reader, pausing only one moment to 

 answer, before I quarter this Christmas orange, I 

 respond, " A>^lc John." 



