A lady who is a relation of one of the compilers, and a member of a Co.  Cork family of English descent, sends the two following experiences of a Banshee in her family.  “My mother, when a young girl, was standing looking out of the window in their house at Blackrock, near Cork.  She suddenly saw a white figure standing on a bridge which was easily visible from the house.  The figure waved her arms towards the house, and my mother heard the bitter wailing of the Banshee.  It lasted some seconds, and then the figure disappeared.  Next morning my grandfather was walking as usual into the city of Cork.  He accidentally fell, hit his head against the curbstone, and never recovered consciousness.

“In March 1900, my mother was very ill, and one evening the nurse and I were with her arranging her bed.  We suddenly heard the most extraordinary wailing, which seemed to come in waves round and under her bed.  We naturally looked everywhere to try and find the cause, but in vain.  The nurse and I looked at one another, but made no remark, as my mother did not seem to hear it.  My sister was downstairs sitting with my father.  She heard it, and thought some terrible thing had happened to her little boy, who was in bed upstairs.  She rushed up, and found him sleeping quietly.  My father did not hear it.  In the house next door they heard it, and ran downstairs, thinking something had happened to the servant; but the latter at once said to them, ’Did you hear the Banshee?  Mrs. P——­ must be dying.’”

A few years ago (i.e. before 1894) a curious incident occurred in a public school in connection with the belief in the Banshee.  One of the boys, happening to become ill, was at once placed in a room by himself, where he used to sit all day.  On one occasion, as he was being visited by the doctor, he suddenly started up from his seat, and affirmed that he heard somebody crying.  The doctor, of course, who could hear or see nothing, came to the conclusion that the illness had slightly affected his brain.  However, the boy, who appeared quite sensible, still persisted that he heard someone crying, and furthermore said, “It is the Banshee, as I have heard it before.”  The following morning the head-master received a telegram saying that the boy’s brother had been accidentally shot dead.[10]

[Footnote 10:  A.G.  Bradley, Notes on some Irish Superstitions, p. 9.]

That the Banshee is not confined within the geographical limits of Ireland, but that she can follow the fortunes of a family abroad, and there foretell their death, is clearly shewn by the following story.  A party of visitors were gathered together on the deck of a private yacht on one of the Italian lakes, and during a lull in the conversation one of them, a Colonel, said to the owner, “Count, who’s that queer-looking woman you have on board?” The Count replied that there was nobody except the ladies present, and the stewardess, but the speaker protested that he was correct, and suddenly, with a scream of horror, he placed his hands before his eyes, and exclaimed, “Oh, my God, what a face!” For some time he was overcome with terror, and at length reluctantly looked up, and cried: