A few nights after their settlement, the new family were startled by hearing the piano sound! No particular tune, but it was surely the piano notes that had been distinctly and repeatedly heard. A search revealed nothing. The piano was kept closed thereafter, and no further annoyance occurred, until one night when the company had lingered till nearly midnight, and the instrument had been left open, the sound again occurred. The gentleman quickly lighted a lamp, ran down stairs, and closing the door leading to the connecting room, he found the cat secreted beneath the piano. The instrument was purposely left open the following night, and a watch set, when, no sooner was all quiet, than the cat entered, and leaped upon the piano keys. After touching them a few times with her fore paws, she jumped down, and hid beneath the instrument. "The cat was out." Only one thing remained for explanation, viz., why the change of sound occurred after removing the piano by the first occupants of the house. It occurred in summer. They removed the piano so that the cat, entering a side window, usually left a little raised, had necessarily jumped upon the high keys. If anybody has got a good ghost, spirit, or witch about his premises, the writer would like to investigate it. The following silly item is just going the rounds of the press:-- "A HAUNTED HOUSE. "The first floor of Mrs. Roundy's house, at Lynn, in which the recent murder occurred, is occupied by an apparently intelligent family bearing the name of Conway, who assert that they have heard supernatural noises every night since the tragedy; and they are so sincere in their belief that they are preparing to vacate in favor of their 'uncanny' visitors." There's nothing to it to investigate. A FEW WORDS ABOUT WITCHES. My colored boy, Dennis, assures me that an old woman in Norfolk, Va., having some spite against him, "did something to him that sort o' bewitched him; got some animal into him, like." The symptoms are those of _ascarides_, but I could not persuade him to take medicine therefor. "'Tain't no use, sir," he replied, solemnly; "I knowed she done it; I feels it kinder workin' in yer (placing his hand on his stomach); what med'cine neber'll reach." Neither reason nor ridicule will "budge" him. He knows he's bewitched! [Illustration: THE MUSICAL PUSS.] [Illustration: A DARKEY BEWITCHED.] WITCHES IN THE CREAM. Through all the long, long winter's day, And half the dreary night, We churned, and yet no butter came: The cream looked thin and white. Next morning, with our hopes renewed, The task began again; We churned, and churned, till back and arms And head did ache with pain. The cream rose up, then sulking fell, Grew thick, and then grew thin; It splashed and spattered in our eyes, On clothes, and nose, and chin.