I have seen the day, when if you had doubted the reality of a ghost in an old manor-house you ran the risk of being made a ghost yourself, as Hamlet says .-- Yes, if you had challenged the existence of Redcowl in the Castle of Glenstirym, old Sir Peter Pepperbrand would have had ye out to his court-yard, made you betake yourself to your weapon, and if your trick of fence were not the better, would have sticked you like a paddock, on his own baronial midden-stead.
I once narrowly escaped such an affray--but I humbled myself, and apologised to Redcowl; for, even in my younger days, I was no friend to the monomachia, or duel, and would rather walk with Sir Priest than with Sir Knight--I care not who knows so much of my valour.

Thank God, I am old now, and can indulge my irritabilities without the necessity of supporting them by cold steel." Here Miss Oldbuck re-entered, with a singularly sage expression of countenance.--"Mr.Lovel's bed's ready, brother--clean sheets--weel aired--a spunk of fire in the chimney--I am sure, Mr.Lovel," (addressing him), "it's no for the trouble--and I hope you will have a good night's rest--But"-- "You are resolved," said the Antiquary, "to do what you can to prevent it." "Me ?--I am sure I have said naething, Monkbarns." "My dear madam," said Lovel, "allow me to ask you the meaning of your obliging anxiety on my account." "Ou, Monkbarns does not like to hear of it--but he kens himsell that the room has an ill name.

It's weel minded that it was there auld Rab Tull the town-clerk was sleeping when he had that marvellous communication about the grand law-plea between us and the feuars at the Mussel-craig.
-- It had cost a hantle siller, Mr.Lovel; for law-pleas were no carried on without siller lang syne mair than they are now--and the Monkbarns of that day--our gudesire, Mr.Lovel, as I said before--was like to be waured afore the Session for want of a paper--Monkbarns there kens weel what paper it was, but I'se warrant he'll no help me out wi' my tale--but it was a paper of great significance to the plea, and we were to be waured for want o't.

Aweel, the cause was to come on before the fifteen--in presence, as they ca't--and auld Rab Tull, the town-clerk, he cam ower to make a last search for the paper that was wanting, before our gudesire gaed into Edinburgh to look after his plea--so there was little time to come and gang on.

He was but a doited snuffy body, Rab, as I've heard -- but then he was the town-clerk of Fairport, and the Monkbarns heritors aye employed him on account of their connection wi' the burgh, ye ken." "Sister Grizel, this is abominable," interrupted Oldbuck; "I vow to Heaven ye might have raised the ghosts of every abbot of Trotcosey, since the days of Waldimir, in the time you have been detailing the introduction to this single spectre .-- Learn to be succinct in your narrative .-- Imitate the concise style of old Aubrey, an experienced ghost-seer, who entered his memoranda on these subjects in a terse business-like manner; exempli gratia--At Cirencester, 5th March, 1670, was an apparition .-- Being demanded whether good spirit or bad, made no answer, but instantly disappeared with a curious perfume, and a melodious twang'-- Vide his Miscellanies, p.