stab as if from a living man. This done, the body was beheaded and burned. The same operation was performed upon the other victims of vampirism, that they might not be able to torment others.     Nevertheless this did not suffice to extinguish them. In the short space of three months seventeen persons of various ages died, some suddenly, some after two or three days of suffering. It is related that among these, one Stanoska, daughter of the Hungarian, Jotiietgo, having retired in perfect health, awoke in terror at midnight, shrieking frightfully, and crying out that the son of the Hungarian Millo, had tried to strangle her while she slept. From that instant she sickened, and finally died at the end of three days. The body of the son of Millo being examined, it was found that he had really been converted into a vampire. The principal citizens, the physicians, and the surgeons applied themselves to the business of ascertaining the reason why vampirism had reappeared after so many years. After some days, and considerable investigation, it was discovered that the defunct Paul Arnold had killed not only four persons, but many animals, which had served as food for the new vampires, among whom was the son of Millo. In consequence, it was determined to burn ail the bodies at the end of a certain time. Among some forty, seventeen were found with all the signs of vampirism. These suffered the same fate as their predecessors.     All these investigations and executions were made judicially, and attended by various civil officers and

surgeons of the regiments and inhabitants of the country. The verbal proceeding was sent to the Imperial Council of War, constituted in Vienna, where a commission had been established to ascertain the truth.     We conclude with the relation of the following occurrence, witnessed by a German traveler:     “In 1816,” says the traveler, “I undertook journey to Vorgoraz, and lodged in the town of Varvoska. The Patron was a rich gentleman named Vack Plogonenevich, a man jovial and sufficiently fond of drink. His wife was yet young and lovely and his daughter, a child of ten years, was a marvel of beauty. I desired to remain some time longer in his house in order to contemplate the ruined edifices, sad relics of ancient times. But in spite of having offered money enough, I could not procure a habitation. This obliged me to separate myself from the good Piogonevich, with, whom, however, I had the pleasure to eat.     One night, when the two women had left the table at the accustomed hour, my host began singing certain songs of his country, when we were startled by horrible cries, proceeding from the bed room. In that country there is usually only one bed room in each house, which serves for all. We snatched up our arms and rushed to the apartment, and beheld a frightful spectacle. The mother, pallid and disheveled, supported her daughter, who reclined upon a pallet of straw.     “A vampire! a vampire! My poor daughter is dead!” exclaimed the affrighted mother.