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Remarkable Instance Of The Power Of Imagination

Scary Books: Apparitions; Or, The Mystery Of Ghosts, Hobgoblins, And Haunted Houses

It has been remarked, that when the royal vault is opened for the

interment of any of the royal family, Westminster Abbey is a place of

great resort: some flock thither out of curiosity, others to indulge

their solemn meditations.

By the former of these motives it was, when the royal vault was opened

for the interment of her illustrious Majesty Queen Caroline, that five

or six gentlemen who had dined toge
her at a tavern were drawn to visit

that famous repository of the titled dead. As they descended down the

steep descent, one cried--"It's hellish dark;" another stopped his

nostrils, and exclaimed against the nauseous vapour that ascended from

it; all had their different sayings. But, as it is natural for such

spectacles to excite some moral reflections, even with the most gay and

giddy, they all returned with countenances more serious than those they

had entered with.

Having agreed to pass the evening together, they all went back to the

place where they dined; and the conversation turned on a future state,

apparitions, and some such topics. One among them was an infidel in

those matters, especially as to spirits becoming visible, and took upon

him to rally the others, who seemed rather inclinable to the contrary

way of thinking. As it is easier to deny than to prove, especially where

those that maintain the negative will not admit any testimonies which

can be brought against their own opinion, he singly held out against all

they had to alledge. To end the contest, they proposed to him a wager of

twenty guineas, that, as great a hero as he pretended, or really

imagined himself, he had not courage enough to go alone at midnight into

the vault they had seen that day. This he readily accepted, and was very

merry with the thoughts of getting so much money with such ease. The

money on both sides was deposited in the hands of the master of the

house; and one of the vergers was sent for, whom they engaged, for a

piece of gold, to attend the adventurer to the gate of the cathedral,

then shut him in, and wait his return.

Every thing being thus settled, the clock no sooner struck twelve, than

they all set out together; they who laid the wager being resolved not to

be imposed on by his tampering with the verger. As they passed along, a

scruple arose, which was, that though they saw him enter the church, how

they should be convinced he went as far as the vault; but he instantly

removed their doubts, by pulling out a pen-knife he had in his pocket,

and saying, "This will I stick into the earth, and leave it there; and

if you do not find it in the inside of the vault, I will own the wager

lost." These words left them nothing to suspect; and they agreed to wait

at the door his coming out, believing he had no less stock of resolution

than he had pretended: it is possible, the opinion they had of him was

no more than justice.

But, whatever stock of courage he had, on his entrance into that antique

and reverend pile, he no sooner found himself shut alone in it, than, as

he afterwards confessed, he found a kind of shuddering all over him,

which, he was sensible, proceeded from something more than the coldness

of the night. Every step he took was echoed by the hollow ground; and,

though it was not altogether dark, the verger having left a lamp burning

just before the door that led to the chapel (otherwise it would have

been impossible for him to have found the place), yet did the glimmering

it gave, rather add to, than diminish, the solemn horror of every thing


He passed on, however; but protested, had not the shame of being laughed

at, prevented him, he would have forfeited more than twice the sum he

had staked to have been safe out again. At length he reached the

entrance of the vault: his inward terror increased; yet, determined not

to be overpowered by fear, he descended; and being come to the last

stair, stooped forwards, and struck the pen-knife with his whole force

into the earth. But, as he was rising in order to quit so dreadful a

place, he felt something pluck him forward; the apprehension he before

was in, made an easy way for surprise and terror to seize on all his

faculties: he lost in one instant every thing that could support him,

and fell into a swoon, with his head in the vault, and part of his body

on the stairs.

Till after one o'clock his friends waited with some degree of patience,

though they thought he paid the titled dead a much longer visit than a

living man could choose. But, finding he did not come, they began to

fear some accident: the verger, they found, though accustomed to the

place, did not choose to go alone; they therefore went with him,

preceded by a torch, which a footman belonging to one of the company had

with him. They all went into the Abbey, calling, as they went, as loud

as they could: no answer being made, they moved on till they came to the

vault; where, looking down, they soon perceived what posture he was in.

They immediately used every means they could devise for his recovery,

which they soon effected.

After they got him out of the Abbey to the fresh air, he fetched two or

three deep groans; and, in the greatest agitation, cried, "Heaven help

me! Lord have mercy upon me!" These exclamations very much surprised

them; but, imagining he was not yet come perfectly to his senses, they

forbore farther questions, till they had got him into the tavern, where,

having placed him in a chair, they began to ask how he did, and how he

came to be so indisposed. He gave them a faithful detail, and said, he

should have come back with the same sentiments he went with, had not an

unseen hand convinced him of the injustice of his unbelief. While he was

making his narrative, one of the company saw the pen-knife sticking

through the fore-lappet of his coat. He immediately conjectured the

mistake; and, pulling out the pen-knife before them all, cried out,

"Here is the mystery discovered: for, in the attitude of stooping to

stick the knife in the ground, it happened, as you see, to go through

the coat; and, on your attempting to rise, the terror you was in

magnified this little obstruction into an imaginary impossibility of

withdrawing yourself, and had an effect on your senses before reason had

time to operate." This, which was evidently the case, set every one,

except the gentleman who had suffered so much by it, into a roar of

laughter. But it was not easy to draw a single smile from him: he

ruminated on the affair, while his companions rallied and ridiculed this

change in him: he well remembered the agitations he had been in. "Well,"

replied he; when he had sufficiently recovered, "there is certainly

something after death, or these strange impulses could never be. What is

there in a church more than in any other building? what in darkness more

than light, which in themselves should have power to raise such ideas as

I have now experienced? Yes," continued he, "I am convinced that I have

been too presumptuous: and, whether spirits be or be not permitted to

appear, that they exist, I ever shall believe."