considerable value, which he determined to present in person, and clear his character, by telling his tale, which the credit of his present condition might testify. He took the coach to the town of ----, and from thence set out to walk the distance of a few miles. He found, I should tell you, on alighting, a gentleman who resided in the neighbourhood, who was bound for the adjacent village. They walked together; and, in conversation, this former servant, now a gentleman, with graceful manners and agreeable address, communicated the circumstance that made him leave the country abruptly, many years before. As he was telling this, they came to the very wooden bridge. "There," said he--"it was just here that I dropped the ring; and there is the very bit of old tree, into a hole of which it fell--just there." At the same time, he put down the point of his umbrella into the hole of a knot in the tree--and, drawing it up, to the astonishment of both, found _the_ very ring on the ferrule of the umbrella. I need not tell the rest. But make this reflection--why was it that he did not as easily find it immediately after it had fallen in? It was an incident like one of those in Parnell's "Hermit," which, though a seeming chance, was of purpose, and most important. Now, here is an extraordinary coincidence between a fact and a dream, or a vision, whatever it may be, which yet was of no result--I know it to be true. And you know, Eusebius, my excellent, truth-telling, worthy Mrs H----, who formerly kept a large school at ----. One morning early, the whole house was awakened by the screams of one of the pupils. She was in hysterics; and, from time to time, fainting away in an agony of distress. She said she had seen her grandfather--that he was dead, and they would bury him alive. In due time, the post brought a letter--the grandfather _was dead_. Letters were written to the friends to announce the dream or vision, and the burial was delayed in consequence. Nothing could be more natural than the fear of burying him alive in the mind of the young girl, unacquainted with death, and averse to persuade herself that the person she had seen could be really dead. Now, my dear Eusebius, you know Mrs H----, and cannot doubt the fact. Cases of this kind are so many, and well authenticated, that one knows not where to choose. ----"Tam multa loquacem Delassare valent Fabium."