“On measuring a corpse for her coffin, an undertaker got a fright when the corpse spoke to him. It was a case of mistaken identity rather than a Lazarus resurrection.
“In the early part of last week, a curious circumstance occurred at a public house in Salford. A female servant of the house had died, and an undertaker was sent for to measure her for a coffin. He was directed up stairs to the room where the corpse lay, and, accompanied by an assistant, he proceeded there, and was taking out his rule for the purpose of measuring her length, when to their astonishment the supposed corpse rose up in bed, and demanded their business. The coffin-maker and his man scampered down stairs, and told the company that the girl was come to life again. They were of course laughed at, and on an explanation ensuing, it appeared that they had mistaken their way, and had gone into the bed-room of the landlady, where she lay fast asleep, until disturbed by their intrusion.–Manchester Paper.”
Stamford Mercury, 2nd June, 1826.