I remarked the same to Mr.Catlin." "Come," said the phantom.
The Haunted Man sighed, and took out his watch.

"Couldn't we do the rest of this another time ?" "My hour is almost spent, irreverent being, but there is yet a chance for your reformation.

Come!" Again they sped through the night, and again halted.

The sound of delicious but melancholy music fell upon their ears.
"I see," said the Haunted Man, with something of interest in his manner,--"I see an old moss-covered manse beside a sluggish, flowing river.

I see weird shapes: witches, Puritans, clergymen, little children, judges, mesmerized maidens, moving to the sound of melody that thrills me with its sweetness and purity.