“I then passed a cottage where C. D. was out feeding her fowls.  I spoke to her, and then feeling that there was no longer anyone behind, looked back, and saw the man standing with her.  I would not have paid any attention to the matter had not A. B. been down at our house that afternoon, and I casually asked her: 

“‘Who was the man who was just behind me when I met you on Dick’s Brae?’

“‘What man?’ said she; and noting my look of utter astonishment, added, ’I give you my word I never met a soul but yourself from the time I left home till I went down to Knowehead Lonan.’

“Next day C. D. came to work for us, and I asked her who was the man who was standing beside her after I passed her on Sunday.

“‘Naebody!’ she replied,’ I saw naebody but yoursel’.’

“It all seemed very strange, and so they thought too.  About three weeks later news came that C. D.’s only brother, a sailor, was washed overboard that Sunday morning.”

The following story is not a first-hand experience, but is sent by the gentleman to whom it was related by the percipient.  The latter said to him: 

“I was sitting in this same chair I am in at present one evening, when I heard a knock at the front door.  I went myself to see who was there, and on opening the door saw my old friend P. Q. standing outside with his gun in his hand.  I was surprised at seeing him, but asked him to come in and have something.  He came inside the porch into the lamplight, and stood there for a few moments; then he muttered something about being sorry he had disturbed me, and that he was on his way to see his brother, Colonel Q., who lived about a mile farther on.  Without any further explanation he walked away towards the gate into the dusk.

“I was greatly surprised and perplexed, but as he had gone I sat down again by the fire.  About an hour later another knock came to the door, and I again went out to see who was there.  On opening it I found P. Q.’s groom holding a horse, and he asked me where he was, as he had missed his way in the dark, and did not know the locality.  I told him, and then asked him where he was going, and why, and he replied that his master was dead (at his own house about nine miles away), and that he had been sent to announce the news to Colonel Q.”

Miss Grene, of Grene Park, Co.  Tipperary, relates a story which was told her by the late Miss ——­, sister of a former Dean of Cashel.  The latter, an old lady, stated that one time she was staying with a friend in a house in the suburbs of Dublin.  In front of the house was the usual grass plot, divided into two by a short gravel path which led down to a gate which opened on to the street.  She and her friend were one day engaged in needlework in one of the front rooms, when they heard the gate opening, and on looking out the window they saw an elderly gentleman of their acquaintance coming up the path.  As he approached the door both exclaimed:  “Oh,