I know not if some persons are naturally more under these and suchlike mysterious influences. There was another occurrence which much affected Mr C----. He went into Gloucestershire to visit a brother. I do not think the brother was ill. All the way that he went in the coach, he had, to use his own words, a death-smell which very much annoyed him. Leaving the coach, he walked towards his brother's house greatly depressed; so much so, that, for a considerable time, he sat on a stone by the way, deeply agitated, and could not account for the feeling. He arrived in time only to see his brother expire. I do not know, Eusebius, how you can wish for better evidence of facts so extraordinary. Mr C----'s character is sufficient voucher. Here is another of these extraordinary coincidences which I have been told by my friend Mrs S----, niece to the Rev. W. Carr, whom she has very frequently heard narrate the following:--A farmer's wife at Bolton Abbey, came to him, the Rev. W. Carr, in great agitation, and told him she had passed a dreadful night, having dreamed that she saw Mr Richard, (brother to Rev. W. Carr;) that she saw him in great distress, struggling in the water, with his portmanteau on his shoulders, escaping from a burning ship; and she begged the family to write to know if Mr Richard was safe. It was exactly according to the dream; he had, at the very time, so escaped from the burning of (I believe) the Boyne. How like is this to some of the mesmeric visions! I am assured of the truth of the following, by one who knew the circumstance. One morning, as Mrs F---- was sitting in her room, a person came in and told her he had had a very singular dream; that he had been sitting with her sister, Mrs B----k, when some one came into the room with distressing intelligence about her husband. Though it could not have been there known at the time, Mr B----k had been thrown from his horse and killed. A party of gentlemen had met at Newcastle; the nature of the meeting is stated to have been of a profane character. One of them suddenly started, and cried, "What's that?"--and saw a coffin. The others saw it; and one said--"It is mine: I see myself in it!" In twenty-four hours he was a corpse. I think I mentioned to you, Eusebius, that when I dined with Miss A----, in town, she told me a curious story about a black boy. I have been since favoured with the particulars, and copy part of the letter; weigh it well, and tell me what you think of such coincidences--if you are satisfied that there is nothing but chance in the matter.