m * * * *Middletown has undoubtedly the queerest lot of ghosts that ever roamed abroad. They are nlt;t respectable spectres, haunting old houses which have beau the scenes of human tragedies “ as deep and dark as were ever woven of the warp and woof of mystery and death/' but utterly disreputable creatures, — the tramps and vagrants of spookdom, without local habitations,, forced to take up (quarters under bridges, to roam by the sewage-polluted waters of Mon-kagen Brook and to do other things *be thought of which would make my self-respecting and properly brought up ghost pallid with horror. ftV a well authenticated fact that the South street bridge is haunted by Charlie’s ghost, which, in the attape of a big dog, bowses out at boys who stay out late at night, I seen the ghost myself, but 1know the father of a boy who did see it and that is conclusive proof that the ghost is there. There is also abundant proof that a white robed ghost roamed by the brookside, wept and wailed, tore her hair and (you believe it, for it wasn’t a fora ghost, especially aghost i, swore like a trooper, It is said on good authority that this ghost was laid most effectually when Fannie Willard’s “ Little Club ” was banished from town. At all events it tiasn’t been seen since the Willard ■(gang moved to Port