Eucrates says, that he became acquainted, in Egypt, with Pancrates, who had resided twenty years in the subterraneous recesses, where he had learned magic from Isis herself. “At length, he persuaded me to leave all my servants at Memphis, and to follow him alone, telling me that we should not be at a loss for servants. When we came into any inn, he took a wooden pin, latch or bolt, and wrapping it in some clothes, when he had repeated a verse over it, he made it walk, and appear a man to every one. This creature went about, prepared supper, laid the cloth, and waited on us very dextrously. Then, when we had no further occasion for it, by repeating another verse, he turned it into a pin, latch or bolt again. He refused to impart the secret of this incantation to me, though very obliging in every thing else. But having hid myself, one day, in a dark corner, I caught the first verse, which consisted of three syllables. After he had given his orders to the pin, he went into the market-place. Next day, in his absence, I took the pin, drest it up, and repeating those syllables, ordered it to fetch some water. When it had brought a full jar, I cried, stop, draw no more water, but be a pin again. But instead of obeying me, it went on bringing water, till it had almost filled the house. I, not able to endure this obstinacy, and fearing the return of Pancrates, lest he should be displeased, seized a hatchet, and split the pin into two pieces. But each part, taking up a jar, ran to draw more water, so that I had now two servants in place of one. In the mean time, Pancrates returned, and understanding the matter, changed them into wood again, as they were before the incantation.” We may fairly apply the Italian saying to this story; _si non é vero, é ben trovato_. But there is ghostly authority for the division of a goblin, equal to most of Glanville’s histories, though I cannot now recover, the names of the parties. The relation came to me, however, from a friend of one of the Seers. Two elderly ladies, resided, each in her ancient castle, adjoining to the other, near the borders of Scotland. While they were beguiling a tedious winter evening, with accounts of their domestic policy, the conversation insensibly turned on the subject of their household ghosts: for at that time, every venerable old mansion had an established resident of that nature, who was as well known as the family-crest. ‘Every evening, said one of the Sybils, I perceive the bust of a man, in one of the rooms, which is distinctly visible, down to the girdle. ‘And we,’ cried the other dame, ‘have the rest of his person in our castle, which perambulates the house every night; till this moment, I could not imagine how the head and shoulders of the figure were disposed of.’