how good of him to come and see us!” As he was not shown into the sitting-room, one of them rang the bell, and said to the maid when she appeared, “You have not let Mr. So-and-so in; he is at the door for some little time.”  The maid went to the hall door, and returned to say that there was no one there.  Next day they learnt that he had died just at the hour that they had seen him coming up the path.

The following tale contains a curious point.  A good many years ago the Rev. Henry Morton, now dead, held a curacy in Ireland.  He had to pass through the graveyard when leaving his house to visit the parishioners.  One beautiful moonlight night he was sent for to visit a sick person, and was accompanied by his brother, a medical man, who was staying with him.  After performing the religious duty they returned through the churchyard, and were chatting about various matters when to their astonishment a figure passed them, both seeing it.  This figure left the path, and went in among the gravestones, and then disappeared.  They could not understand this at all, so they went to the spot where the disappearance took place, but, needless to say, could find nobody after the most careful search.  Next morning they heard that the person visited had died just after their departure, while the most marvellous thing of all was that the burial took place at the very spot where they had seen the phantom disappear.

The Rev. D. B. Knox communicates the following:  In a girls’ boarding-school several years ago two of the boarders were sleeping in a large double-bedded room with two doors.  About two o’clock in the morning the girls were awakened by the entrance of a tall figure in clerical attire, the face of which they did not see.  They screamed in fright, but the figure moved in a slow and stately manner past their beds, and out the other door.  It also appeared to one or two of the other boarders, and seemed to be looking for some one.  At length it reached the bed of one who was evidently known to it.  The girl woke up and recognised her father.  He did not speak, but gazed for a few moments at his daughter, and then vanished.  Next morning a telegram was handed to her which communicated the sad news that her father had died on the previous evening at the hour when he appeared to her.

Here is a story of a very old type.  It occurred a good many years ago.  A gentleman named Miller resided in Co.  Wexford, while his friend and former schoolfellow lived in the North of Ireland.  This long friendship led them to visit at each other’s houses from time to time, but for Mr. Miller there was a deep shadow of sorrow over these otherwise happy moments, for, while he enjoyed the most enlightened religious opinions, his friend was an unbeliever.  The last time they were together Mr. Scott said, “My dear friend, let us solemnly promise that whichever of us shall die first shall appear to the other after death, if it be possible.”  “Let it