Lady Mount Edgcumbe.
Hare's journal, Oct. 13, Stone Hall, Plymouth.
Another pleasant family home! I came on Monday to the George
Edgcumbes. I had known Mrs. Edgcumbe well before at Rome, but had
never seen her 'dear old man,' her 'bird,' &c., as she calls
her kind old husband. We went to the 'Winter Villa,' a luxurious
sun-palace with a great conservatory, backed by natural rock. The
late Lord Mount Edgcumbe lived here for many years, quite
helpless from rheumatic gout. It was his mother who was buried
alive and lived for many years afterwards. It was known that she
had been put into her coffin with a very valuable ring upon her
finger, and the sexton went in after the funeral, when the coffin
was put into the vault, to get it off. He opened the coffin, but
the ring was hard to move, and he had to rub the dead finger up
and down. This brought Lady Mount Edgcumbe to life, and she sat
up. The sexton fled, leaving the doors of the vault and church
open. Lady Mount Edgcumbe walked home in her shroud, and appeared
in front of the windows. Those within thought it was a ghost.
Then she walked in at the front door. When she saw her husband,
she fainted away in his arms. This gave her family time to decide
what should be done, and they settled to persuade her it had been
a terrible delirium. When she recovered from her faint, she was
in her own bed, and she ever believed it had been a dream.