mansion, and may be heard over the very parts taken in, crying, in most piteous tones-- "Be warned! Lay out! Be warned! Lay out! Around Hore-law and Hollin-hey clough: To her children give back the widow's cot, For you and yours there is still enough."[45] The popular story of "The Boggart Flitting" is common to both Lancashire and Yorkshire; and indeed to most of the nations in the North of Europe. Of boggarts the Rev. William Thornber observes,[46] that there were several different kinds, having their haunts in that part of the Fylde near Blackpool; as, for instance, the wandering ghost of the homicide or the suicide; that of the steward of injustice, or that of the victim of a cruel murder; again, the lubber-fiends, the horse-boggarts, and the house-boggarts, or industrious, yet mischievous imps, haunting dwellings. He names, "The headless Boggart of White-gate Lane," as a sample of the first class. So was "The Boggart of Staining Hall," near Blackpool, said to be the wandering ghost of a Scotchman who was murdered there near a tree, which has since marked the deed by perfuming the soil around with a sweet odour of thyme. Of another kind were those whose appearance was the forerunner of death in some families. The Walmsleys, of Poulton-le-Fylde, he adds, were haunted by a boggart of this description, always making its appearance with alarming noises before the decease of one of the family. Of the lubber-fiends, house-boggarts, or brownies, so strikingly described by Milton,[47] Mr. Thornber mentions the ancient one of Rayscar and Inskip, which at times kindly housed the grain, collected the horses, and got them ready for the market; but at other times played the most mischievous pranks. The famous "Boggart of Hackensall Hall" had the appearance of a huge horse, which was very industrious if treated with kindness. Every night it was indulged with a fire, before which it was frequently seen reclining; and when deprived of this indulgence by neglect, it expressed its anger by fearful outcries. HORNBY PARK MISTRESS AND MARGARET BRACKIN. The following story is told and believed by some persons in Hornby. The Park Mistress may be supposed to be the ghost of Lady Harrington, who committed murder three hundred years ago. Margaret Brackin was born in 1745, and died in 1795. The dialect is that of the locality:-- "In days that oud folks tell on still, Meg Brackin went up Windy Bank; Shou lated kinlin' on the hill, Till owr t' Lake Mountains t' sun it sank. Nat lang at efter t' sun was set, And shou hed fill'd her brat wi' sticks, Shou sid aside at t' Park wood yett, A woman stan'in mang the wicks. T' leaves on t' trees, they owm'ered t' land, And fadin' was the summer light, When Marget sid that woman stand Donn'd like a ghoost o' oor i' white.