“During an occasional lull I could see the islands plainly looming in the distance.  In one of these clear intervals, the time being about 12.30 P.M., five friends of mine were reading in the room in which I stood.  ‘Quick! quick!’ I cried.  ‘Is that a boat turned over?’ My friends all ran to the windows, but could see nothing.  I persisted, however, and said, ‘It is on its side, with the keel turned towards us, and it is empty.’  Still none of my friends could see anything.  I then ran out, and got one of the men-servants to go down to a gate, about one hundred yards nearer the lake than where I stood.  He had a powerful telescope, and remained with great difficulty in the teeth of the storm with his glass for several minutes, but could see nothing.  When he returned another man took his place, but he also failed to see anything.

“I seemed so distressed that those around me kept going backwards and forwards to the windows, and then asked me what was the size of the boat I had seen.  I gave them the exact size, measuring by landmarks.  They then assured me that I must be absolutely wrong, as it was on rare occasions that a ‘party’ boat, such as the one I described, could venture on the lakes on such a day.  Therefore there were seven persons who thought I was wrong in what I had seen.  I still contended that I saw the boat, the length of which I described, as plainly as possible.

“The day wore on, and evening came.  The incident was apparently more or less forgotten by all but me, until at 8 A.M. on the following morning, when the maid brought up tea, her first words were, ’Ah, miss, is it not terrible about the accident!’ Naturally I said, ‘What accident, Mary?’ She replied, ’There were thirteen people drowned yesterday evening out of a four-oared boat.’  That proved that the boat I had seen at 12.30 P.M. was a vision foreshadowing the wreck of the boat off Darby’s Garden at 5.30 P.M.  The position, shape, and size of the boat seen by me were identical with the one that was lost on the evening of May 18, 1902.”

The second story relates how a lady witnessed a vision (shall we call it) of a suicide a week before the terrible deed was committed.  This incident surely makes it clear that such cannot be looked upon as special interventions of Providence, for if the lady had recognised the man, she might have prevented his rash act.  Mrs. MacAlpine says:  “In June 1889, I drove to Castleblaney, in Co.  Monaghan, to meet my sister:  I expected her at three o’clock, but as she did not come by that train, I put up the horse and went for a walk in the demesne.  At length becoming tired, I sat down on a rock by the edge of a lake.  My attention was quite taken up with the beauty of the scene before me, as it was a glorious summer’s day.  Presently I felt a cold chill creep through me, and a curious stiffness came over my limbs, as if I could not move, though wishing to do so.  I felt frightened, yet chained to the spot, and as