Anonymous, Ghost of my uncle (between 1840 and 1850)
“ I trembled at the impiety of men who could, at a time the most solemn and impressive to a human being, act in a manner sufficient to call down upon them immediate and divine vengeance. I was chilled with horror. I almost expected every moment to see the lifeless corse of my uncle start from the bed, on which it lay, to take vengeance on the audacious wretches. Once, indeed, I actually thought I saw his lips quiver with rage---his eyebrows knit together---and all the muscles of his countenance contract into a dreadful frown. ”
