“‘Vich Ian Vohr,’ it said, in a voice that made my very blood curdle; ‘beware of to-morrow.’

“’It seemed at that moment not half a yard from my sword’s point; but the words were no sooner spoken than it was gone, and nothing appeared further to obstruct my passage.’”

An ancestor of the family of McClean, of Lochburg, was commonly reported, before the death of any of his race, to gallop along the sea-beach, announcing the event by dismal cries, and lamentations, and Sir Walter Scott, in his “Peveril of the Peak,” tells us that the Stanley family are forewarned of the approach of death by a female spirit, “weeping and bemoaning herself before the death of any person of distinction belonging to the family.”

These family death-omens are of a most varied description, having assumed particular forms in different localities.  Corby Castle, Cumberland, was famed for its “Radiant Boy,” a luminous apparition which occasionally made its appearance, the tradition in the family being that the person who happened to see it would rise to the summit of power, and after reaching that position would die a violent death.  As an instance of this strange belief, it is related how Lord Castlereagh in early life saw this spectre; as is well-known, he afterwards became head of the government, but finally perished by his own hand.  Then there was the dreaded spectre of the Goblin Friar associated with Newstead Abbey: 

                          A monk, arrayed
    In cowl and beads, and dusky garb, appeared,
      Now in the moonlight, and now lapsed in shade,
    With steps that trod as heavy, yet unheard—­

This apparition was generally supposed to forebode evil to the member of the family to whom it appeared, and its movements have thus been poetically described by Lord Byron, who, it may be added, maintained that he beheld this uncanny spectre before his ill-starred union with Miss Millbanke: 

    By the marriage bed of their lords, ’tis said,
      He flits on the bridal eve;
    And ’tis held as faith, to their bed of death
      He comes—­but not to grieve.

    When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn,
      And when aught is to befall
    That ancient line, in the pale moonshine
      He walks from hall to hall.

    His form you may trace, but not his face,
      ’Tis shadowed by his cowl;
    But his eyes may be seen from the folds between,
      And they seem of a parted soul.

An ancient Roman Catholic family in Yorkshire, of the name of Middleton, is said to be apprised of the death of anyone of its members by the appearance of a Benedictine nun, and Berry Pomeroy Castle, Devonshire, was supposed to be haunted by the daughter of a former baron, who bore a child to her own father, and afterwards strangled the fruit of their incestuous intercourse.  But, after death, it seems this wretched woman could not rest, and whenever death was about to visit the