related, and I will allude simply to a London ghost story, which Captain Halpin, an Irishman, of the Fifteenth Kentucky, undertook to tell.
The gallant Captain was in the last stages of inebriety, and laid the scene of his London ghost story in Ireland.
Steadying himself in his seat with both hands, and with a tongue rather too thick to articulate clearly, he introduced us to his ancestors for twenty generations back.
It was a famous old Irish family, and among the collateral branches were tsibly unwilling, after all the time spent, to allow the ghost to escape, punched the Captain in the ribs and shouted: Captain-Captain Halpin, you said it was a London ghost story; maybe you'll find the ghost in London, for I'll be d-d if it's in Ireland!
The Captain was too far gone to profit by the suggestion.
This evening General Rosecrans, on his way to Winchester, stopped for a few minutes at the station.
He shook hands with me, and asked how I liked the water at the foot o