Redlaw, "what do THEY recall! Are there any minds in which they do
not re-awaken some sorrow, or some trouble? What is the
remembrance of the old man who was here to-night? A tissue of
sorrow and trouble."

"But common natures," said the Phantom, with its evil smile upon
its glassy face, "unenlightened minds and ordinary spirits, do not
feel or reason on these things like men of higher cultivation and
profounder thought."

"Tempter," answered Redlaw, "whose hollow look and voice I dread
more than words can express, and from whom some dim foreshadowing
of greater fear is stealing over me while I speak, I hear again an
echo of my own mind."

"Receive it as a proof that I am powerful," returned the Ghost.
"Hear what I offer! Forget the sorrow, wrong, and trouble you have
known!"

"Forget them!" he repeated.

"I have the power to cancel their remembrance--to leave but very
faint, confused traces of them, that will die out soon," returned
the Spectre. "Say! Is it done?"

"Stay!" cried the haunted man, arresting by a terrified gesture the
uplifted hand. "I tremble with distrust and doubt of you; and the
dim fear you cast upon me deepens into a nameless horror I can
hardly bear.--I would not deprive myself of any kindly
recollection, or any sympathy that is good for me, or others. What