se. Not a Copy of this Brochure of 206 pages is in any of our
University Libraries; and a few weeks ago L3 3s. were paid for a soiled
copy. "Aunt Betty" does not miss to note one point in _The Laird o' Coul's
Ghost_ that may insinuate her imaginations about Angels and the Unseen;
while she adverts to the Ghosts of Lord Clarendon, Sir George Villiars,
the father of the Duke of Buckingham, and to the Dialogue of Dives and
Lazarus, in that remarkable Parable. She ferreted out from Mrs. Henrietta
Hog, Edinburgh, daughter of the Rev. Mr. Ogilvie, Innerwick, that the
Sequel was undoubtedly the genuine Copy in her father's handwriting. No
declaration has been given how the MS. came into Collector Hamilton's
possession. Mr. Ogilvie died soon after the Conference.

J. F. S. G.

ABBACY OF SUSANNA RIG,
GLASGOW,
_Xtmas, 1891_.

The First Conference

_An Account of Mr. Maxwell Laird of Coul his Appearance after Death
to Mr. Ogilvie a Minister of the present Establishment at Innerwick,
3 Miles East from Dunbar._

Upon the 3d Day of February, 1722, at seven a clock at Night after I had
parted with Thurston [his Name Cant], and was coming up the Burial Road,
one came riding up after me: upon hearing the Noise of his Horse's feet, I
took it to be Thurston, but upon looking back, and seeing the Horse of a
greyish Colour, I called "Who is there?" The Answer was, "The Laird of
Coul [his Name Maxwell], be not afraid." Then looking to him by the Help
of the dark Light which the Moon afforded, I took him to be Collector
Castellow designing to put a Trick upon me, and immediately I struck at
him with all my Force, with my Cane, thinking I mould leave upon him a
Mark, to make him remember his Presumption; but being sensible I aimed as
well as ever I did in my Life, yet my Cane finding no Resistance, but
flying out of my Hand the Distance of about 60 Feet, and observing it by
its white Head, I dismounted and took it up, and had some Difficulty in
mounting again, what by the ramping of my Horse, and what by Reason of a
certain Kind of Trembling throughout my whole Joints; Something likewise
of Anger had its share in the Confusion; for, as I thought, he laughed
when my Staff flew away; Coming up with him again, who halted all the Time
I sought my Staff, I asked once more, "Who he was?" He answered, "The
Laird of Coul." I enquired--j{st}, "If he was the Laird of Coul, what
brought him hither?" and "What