I think you knew the worthy and amiable Mr ----, who had the charge of the valuable museum at ----. I well remember hearing this narrated of him, long _before_ his death. He stated, that one day opening a case, he heard a voice issue from it, which said--"In three days you shall die." He became ill, and sent for Dr P----, the very celebrated physician. It was in vain to reason with him. The third day arrived. The kind physician sat with him till the hour was past. He did not then die! Did he, however, mistake or miscalculate the meaning of the voice? He died _that very day three years_!! Nothing can be more authentic than this. When I was in town in the summer, Eusebius, I spent an agreeable day with my friends, the C----s. Now, I do not know a human being more incapable of letting an idea, a falsehood of imagination, run away with his sober judgment. He has a habit, I should say, more than most men, of tying himself down to matters of fact. I copy for you an extract from a diary; it was taken down that night. "Mr C---- has just told me the following very curious circumstance:--Some years ago, Mrs C---- being not in good health, they determined to spend some weeks in the country. His father was then in his house. They separated--the father, to his own home in the neighbourhood of London, and Mr and Mrs C---- to visit the brother of Mrs C----, a clergyman, and resident upon his living, in Suffolk. Soon after their arrival, there was a large assembly of friends, in consequence of some church business. There was church service--in the midst of which Mr C---- suddenly felt an irresistible desire to return to his house in town. He knew not why. It was in vain he reasoned with himself--go he must, forced by an impulse for which he could in no way account. It would distress his friends--particularly on such an occasion. He could not help it. He communicated his intention to Mrs C----; begged her to tell no one, lest he should give trouble by having the carriage;--his resolution was instantly taken, to quit the church at once, to walk about six miles to meet the coach if possible; if not, determining to walk all night, a distance of thirty-two miles. He did quit the church, walked the six miles, was in time to take the coach, reached London, and his own home. The intelligence he found there was, that his father was dangerously ill. He went to him--found him dying--and learned that he had told those about him that he knew he should see his son. That wish was gratified, which could not have been but for this sudden impulse and resolution. His father expired in his arms." It is curious that his father had told him a dream which he had had some years before--that he was in the midst of some convulsion of nature, where death was inevitable, and that then the only one of his children who came to him was my friend Mr C----, which was thus in manner accomplished on the day of his death.