In July, 1697, _Bezuel_, while amusing himself in hay-making, near a friend’s house, was seized with a fainting fit, after which he had a bad night. Notwithstanding this attack, he returned to the meadow next day, where he again underwent a deliquium. He again slept ill. On the succeeding day, while he was observing the man laying up the hay, he had a still more severe attack. “I fell into a swoon: I lost my senses: one of the footmen perceived it, and called out for help. They recovered me a little, but my mind was more disordered than it had been before, I was told that they asked me then what ailed me, and that I answered; _I have seen what I thought I should never see_. But I neither remember the question, nor the answer. However, it agrees with what I remember I saw then, a naked man in half-length; but I knew him not. “They helped me to go down the ladder; I held the steps fast; but because I saw Desfontaines my school-fellow at the bottom of the ladder, I had again a fainting fit: my head got between two steps, and I again lost my senses. They let me down, and set me upon a large beam, which served for a seat in the great _Place de Capucins_. I sat upon it, and then I no longer saw Mr. de _Sortoville_, nor his servants, though they were present. And perceiving _Desfontaines_ near the foot of the ladder, who made me a sign to come to him, I went back upon my seat, as it were to make room for him; and those who saw me, and whom I did not see, though my eyes were open, observed that motion. “Because he did not come, I got up to go to him: he came up to me, took hold of my left arm with his right hand, and carried me thirty paces farther into a by-lane, holding me fast. “The servants believing that I was well again, went to their business, except a little foot-boy, who told Mr. de _Sortoville_, that I was talking to myself. Mr. de _Sortoville_ thought I was drunk. He came near me, and heard me ask some questions, and return some answers, as he told me since. “I talked with _Desfontaines_ nearly three quarters of an hour. I promised you, said he, that if I died before you, I would come and tell you so. I am dead: I was drowned in the river of _Caen_, yesterday, about this hour. I was walking with such and such persons. It was very hot weather; the fancy took us to go into the water; I grew faint, and sunk to the bottom of the river. The Abbé _Meniljean_, my school-fellow, dived to take me up. I took hold of his foot; but whether he was afraid, or had a mind to rise to the top of the water, he struck out his leg so violently, that he gave me a blow on the breast, and threw me again to the bottom of the river, which is there very deep. * * * * *