single person he apprehended no danger. Relique Wotton, p. 144.

This relation is recorded by three different authors, viz., Mr. Lilly, the astrologer, in a work of his; Lord Clarendon's History of England; and Mr. Baker's Chronicle. It is also mentioned by Mr. Flavel in his treatise on the soul.

A lady of fortune, whose estates lie in Carnarvonshire and Anglesey, the widow of one of my oldest and most valued friends, in a recent letter writes as follows:-" Do you not find the Welsh all, more or less, gifted with a mental electricity (if there is such a thing) that gives such a sympathy of feeling, often constituting almost second sight? I have known so many cases of it."

The night that the Royal Charter went down, or rather struck on the Moelfra Rocks-an old man, who was prevented from sleeping by the terrific storm, found himself suddenly as it were, compelled to get up and go through the raging tempest, on to the cliffs, and in the bright moonlight he saw that large ship on those terrible rocks, and clinging to some part of it he saw his son, who had been absent for years; and his son saw him, for, stretching out his arms, he called out"Fy Nhâd fy Nhâd"-when a wave broke over the ship, washing him overboard, and he was drowned, as were so many next morning, when the ship broke up. The distant-working spirit-power of the son evidently acted on the father, and by a powerful attraction led him to the edge of the cliffs, to see his son before he was drowned.

"Omnem crede diem tibi diluxisse supremam."

The following story is so very similar to this last one, that I feel tempted to give it here. In the beginning of October 1869, being then in the Zouaves, I had obtained leave of absence from my regiment on account of illness, and was staying at a watering-place on the coast, called Ardenza, a little to the south of Spezzia. One Sunday night, after vespers, I told my servant that I felt so much better, that I would stay there for another month, and that he might go home to Florence for a week to see his father and mother, to whom he was greatly attached, and whom he had not seen for some years. I then went to bed, leaving my poor man greatly delighted with the thoughts of going home. However, according to the old saying, "We can choose good or evil," but as to controlling our circumstances, it is utterly out of our power. I awoke suddenly at

5 o'clock the next morning (Monday), and without any reason whatever, jumped up, rang my bell, and told Gulielmo to pack up instantly, to pay the bill, and order a cab to go to the station to catch the first train, so as to get to Rome that night, a distance of about 400 miles. My man was, of course, dreadfully disappointed, but we fortunately caught the train, which took us through the most charming scenery, and more or less by the shore of that lovely sea, to Civita Vecchia, where we had to change for Rome, where we arrived late at night. I must here remark, that the autumn is the most unhealthy part of the year to stay in Rome. There was scarcely an inhabitant who could get away, or a soldier left in the city. On my arrival at the hotel, and after having got some dinner, it first suddenly struck me, for what cause on earth had I come to Rome? I had no reason, that I was aware of, and I was certain that there was nobody there that I knew. However, not knowing what to do, I made up my mind to go to my barracks, near the Ponte S. Angelo, to see whether or not there might possibly be some one left behind there that I might know; so, on my arrival, I asked for a friend of mine, George B--, whom I had known for some years. I was told that he was on the frontier, and would not be back till Christmas; but if I went to the English Club, I might hear more about him. Accordingly, the next morning I went there, and on my asking for Mr. George B- -, received the same answer. Not knowing what to do, and repenting of my sudden rashness and folly, in coming without any reason that I could account for, to Rome, I made up my mind to go by the next train to Naples. I was proceeding along the corridor to go out, when who should I see standing in the doorway but the very man, George B——, who had just arrived in Rome from Monte Rotundo, to get some guns and ammunition. He was (and is) a tall and very delicate man, not fit for laborious work. As soon as he saw me he turned very pale, and exclaimed, "O God! Sir, I thought that you were in England; what causes you to come here now?" As he appeared to be very much overcome and astonished, I asked him why he was so surprised at seeing me? When he replied, "On Sunday night, Sir, I went to bed in the barrack-room as usual, and I was thinking of my family, and my old friend in England, but not more so than usual, for I am always thinking of them; presently I went to sleep, but I do not know anything of what I dreamed about; but early on Monday morning I was awakened by finding myself sitting up in bed, and calling upon you, with my fists clenched, to come here, and here

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are. You can perceive, Sir, the energy I must have called ay, by the marks of the nails on the flesh, which have the skin so deeply." My friend, Mr. George B——, is still in Londen, but in a very delicate state of health.

In the month of August 1843, I was staying at Clochfaen, in the parish of Llangurig, in Arwystli Uwch y Coed, and one I received a letter from my mother, who was at that meing at the Castle House, now the College, at Aberystth, desiring me to come there immediately, as my sister

had been taken suddenly ill. I therefore went down to ho vlage, and waited at a little inn called the Blue Bell, t by a worthy, excellent old lady, named Mrs. Jenny Renneth. On entering the house, I told her that I was come ere to wait for the mail, which at that time ran from

cester to Aberystwyth, as I was obliged to go home on son of the illness of my poor sister. It happened that that morning, a young woman from Pembrokeshire, a niece Ms Jenny Bennett's, had arrived at Llangurig, from Aberystwyth. As soon as I left, this young woman asked her st who that gentleman was? her aunt only replied that Sp should not ask questions about gentlemen. "O aunt," the gin replied, “I do not mean anything of that sort; but adbe not say that there was a young lady, his sister, who "Yes," replied the aunt, "he did, but what was toy la un that matter to you, who know nothing whatever about and besides that, you should never ask questions about Net concerns the old ancient families; you should only listen, d not ask questions about them." "Well, aunt," replied young woman who, by-the-bye, had never been to Llangang de ore, and this was the first time that her aunt had seen her), I cannot tell what is the cause, but the moment gendoman said that his sister was ill, a heavy sorrow my heart, as if my heart would break, and I feel for she was my own sister, and I am wretched and

Upon hearing this, Mrs. Bennett thought that wust be out of her mind, so, trying to cheer her up, Co rok ber up with her into the hayfield, where the people wy wing, and where she could enjoy the bright sunshine, eel mountain breezes. However, instead of getting we got more melancholy and depressed than ever, and had to take her into the house, and put her to bed. the two or three days that she kept her bed, she was saying, "Oh! aunt, what can be the reason of

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this? I feel, and I know for a certainty, notwithstanding all
that you say to the contrary, that I am a relation of that young
lady's;" and her aunt as constantly told her to drive all such
presumptuous thoughts out of her head. On the third night
she got so much worse, that to sooth her mind, and thinking
she might not live, her aunt said to her, "Well, my dear, I
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will now tell you, that all that you believed to be the cause of
your illness is perfectly true. That young lady is
cousin." After hearing this, she appeared to be greatly re-
lieved, and fell off to sleep. The next morning she awoke
about five o'clock, and told her aunt that the young lady was
then dying, and that she would not be buried at Rhiwabon,
but that her body would be brought to Llangurig, for during
the night she had seen the Dyrchiolaeth, i. e., the funeral
procession. She then minutely described the funeral, the
number of persons that would come with it, and one gentle-
man in particular she described by a certain spot or mark on
his face, the late M. Davies Williams, Esq., of Cwm Cynfelyn.
About a few hours afterwards, a messenger arrived at Llan-
gurig, to order the passing bell to toll, as my poor sister had
just departed. My sister, who was born at Plâs Madog, died
on the 11th of August, in the above-named year, and was
buried at Llangurig, as the young woman said she would be,
and all happened exactly as she saw and described it.

I have attended many death-beds myself, both of the good and bad, and have almost invariably found that their departed friends and companions assembled round the bed of the dying one. Many sick nurses have also told me the same thing, and have heard the invalids conversing with their visitors. I also have witnessed and heard the same thing on several occasions. Where, then, are the departed spirits of those who are so constantly watching over us?

A valued friend of mine, who has assisted me greatly in the kindest possible manner in giving me much valuable information for my work, Mrs. Jones Parry of

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wonth of August 1913, I was stay h of langueig, in Aryati Uwel received a letter from my mother 7 at the Castle Home, now the Cal ng me to come there immedia jeen taken suddenly ill I there and waited at a little inn cal * worthy, excellent old lady, n On entering the house, I told he wait for the mail, which at th Goreaster to therystwyth, as I was oblig www.out the illness of my poor sister. g. a young woman from Pemb 4ny Bennett's, had arrived As soon as I left, this your Ph that gentleman was? her ann ane anon d not ask questions about gent the graped, "I do not mean anythin Ad no not any that there was a young *** 1*7 "Yes," replied the aunt Can that matter to you, who know not her; and besides that, you should neve what concerns the old ancient families; and not ask questions about them." the young woman (who, by-the-bye, h gung before, and this was the first

yep seen hery, I cannot tell what is the that gentleman said that his sister w fell on my heart, as if my heart would her me if she was my own sister, m miserable." Upon hearing this, Mrs her niece must be out of her mind, so she took her up with her into the hay were working, and where she could en And the cool mountain breezes. How

better, she got more melancholy and they had to take her into the house During the two or three days that sh continually saying, "Oh!. aunt, what

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