conditions, was witnessed by the aunt of a lady
now resident in London, who was at the
time on a visit to Canada. She was about
fifteen, healthy in body and in mind, and
gifted with a remarkably clear intelligence.
While sitting, in broad day, beneath a cherry-
tree whose branches overhung a paling at right
angles to her seat, she saw a young girl come
tripping along the paling. In wondering how
she was enabled to keep her footing, the lady
noticed that her tiny feet were encased in high-
heeled red morocco slippers. Her dress was of
old fashion, consisting partly of the then obsolete
"négligé" and a long blue scarf. Arrived beneath
the tree, the visionary figure unwound the
scarf, secured one end to an overhanging bough,
made a loop at the other, and, slipping it over
her head, leaped from the paling! On witnessing
this, the young seer fainted away.

Subsequent inquiry proved that, at a period
not less than sixty years before, a girl named
Caroline Waldstein, daughter of a former
proprietor of the estate, having been jilted by her
lover, put an end to her life at the spot and in
the manner depicted in the vision.

Instances of the warning dream, involving
minute particulars, possess a certain interest.
Here is a recent example:

The father of a friend of the writer, an old
Peninsular officer—he commanded his regiment
at Waterloo—was residing, not long since,
about twelve miles from London, in a direction
where, strange to say, no railway passed
sufficiently near to materially accelerate the journey
to town. One morning the colonel found, among
the letters awaiting him on the breakfast-table,
an application from a friend of his, who was
engaged in some business of a fluctuating and
speculative character, earnestly requesting the
loan of a hundred pounds. The writer resided
in Wimpole-street, where the Colonel had often
partaken of his friend's hospitality. Unwilling
to refuse such an appeal, he instantly transmitted,
by post, a cheque for the required amount.

On the succeeding night, his eldest daughter
dreamed that the applicant had sustained a
reverse of so crippling a nature, that insolvency was
inevitable, and her father's money consequently
lost. So deep was the impression thus
unexpectedly suggested to her mind, that the young
lady left her bed, and, going straight to her
mother's room, communicated her dream. Her
sleepy parent merely remonstrated, and sent her
away. But a second time came back the
disturbing dream, and with an angry force that
sent her a second time to her mother's bedside.
Once more—but with soothing and gentleness
—Miss Margaret was dismissed to her
repose. However, about four in the morning,
the dream recurred for the third time, and now
the young lady fairly got up, dressed herself,
and appealed to her father, declaring that she
would not attempt to sleep again, until the
truth of what she now believed to be a warning
should be investigated. The colonel's interest
and curiosity were aroused. He ordered his
carriage at half-past six, and, taking his daughter
with him, started for Wimpole-street.

The travellers knew the habits of their friend.
He never quitted his bedroom till nine o'clock,
and when, a little before that hour, they were
ushered into his breakfast-parlour, the morning's
letters lay beside his plate. Among them, the
colonel recognised his own, which, under the
peculiar circumstances, and the pressing
instances of his daughter, the gallant officer felt
justified in abstracting, and placing in his pocket.
Upon the appearance of the master of the house,
the visitor explained, and with perfect truth,
that he had come thus early to town, purposely
to express his very sincere regret that
circumstances, equally uncontrollable and unforeseen,
rendered it impossible for him to comply with
his request for a loan.

How these excuses were received history
does not state. One thing, however, is beyond
all question, that the gentleman's name appeared
in the next Gazette, and that owing to liabilities
in regard to which the poor colonel's loan
would have been as a drop in a well! Who
will deny that here was a dream fairly worth a
hundred pounds?

It may be satisfactory to the lovers of
unexplained marvels to learn that the number of
houses wanting flesh-and-blood tenants, because
they are supposed to be preoccupied by beings of
a different mould, by no means diminishes. There
is a spot—a very pretty spot, too—and highly
accessible to travellers, in which there is a very
colony of such dwellings (to use the language of
an inhabitant of the district, a "perfect nest of
ghosts"), albeit its name, to satisfy editorial
scruples, must be suppressed. It might else have
been discovered, with consummate ease, in the
page of Bradshaw. A brief residence in that
favoured precinct would satisfy the most
incredulous that there are mysteries that baffle his
philosophy. There is another spot—let us hope
that we are successfully working to windward
of the law of defamation, in mentioning that it is
not far from the city of Bath—which boasts of
two handsome country-seats, each possessed
of a traditionary ghost. The following,
relating to one of these houses, which we shall
designate Barton Hall, is perfectly true, and
occurred but a short time since, on the occasion
of the visit of two young ladies, sisters, from
whom the narrative is derived. They had
retired to the chamber occupied by both, and
the elder sister was already in bed. The
younger was kneeling before the fire. The
door opened softly, and a woman, entering,
crossed the apartment, and bent down before a
chest of drawers, as if intending to open the
lower one. Thinking it was one of the maids, the
young lady who was in bed accosted her: "Is that
you, Mary? What are you looking for there?"

Her sister, who was beside the fire, had risen
to her feet, and turned towards the woman. In
the act, she uttered a loud shriek, and, staggering
back, fell half fainting on the bed. The other
sprang up, and followed the intruder, who seemed
to retreat quickly into an adjoining dressing-
room. The young lady entered. It was empty.

Returning to her sister, the latter, who had
recovered from her consternation, explained the