I heard the following story in the neighbourhood of Llanddewi, about my own grandfather, the late Mr. John Evans, of Gogoyan, who died about fifty-five years ago. (The "Hiriaid Gogoyan" were descended from Gruffydd Hir o Llanfair, great-great-grandson of Gwaethfoed); so saith Gwynionydd, in his book on "Enwogion Ceredigion." But now for the story:-- Mr. Evans one day had gone to Aberystwyth, either riding or driving as this was in the days before the introduction of railways into that part, the distance was over twenty miles. Early in the afternoon on the same day one of his servants who was ploughing in the field, saw Mr. Evans walking about quite close to him in the field. The servant was quite surprised at this, as he knew that his master had gone to Aberystwyth early in the morning. When the master came home that night from Aberystwyth, the servant told him that he had seen him in the afternoon in the field. "Well," said Evans in reply, "if you saw me you only saw my spirit, for I have been away all day; now to see the spirit of a living man is not a bad sign." It is rather curious that a story very similar to the above is given by Mr. T. Lloyd, Dinas Powis, in "Cymru Fu" ("Weekly Mail" reprints) for November 16th, 1889, which is as follows:-- "YSFRYD DYN BYW. "Many years ago at a farm called Ystradteilo, near the pretty village of Llanrhystyd in Cardiganshire, the servant girl was sent to the field to fetch home the cows for milking, and while in the field she saw her master doing something there. The master's name was Williams, and he was a near relation to the eminent scholar Rev. E. Williams, M.A., of Lampeter. When, however, the servant girl returned home, she was astonished to find her master in the house. 'How in the world did you come home so quick?' she asked. 'Just now I saw you in the field.' He replied that he had not been from the house during the afternoon, and added, 'look here, girl, that was not a bad sign at all but if you will see me like that after my departure you may depend that I shall be in a place of torture.' It was a general belief that of the dead the ghosts of the wicked only were to be seen." SPIRIT OF A LIVING MAN THROWING STONES. Mr. Thomas Stephens, an intelligent old man in the neighbourhood of Mydroilyn, in the Parish of Llanarth, Cardiganshire, informed me that between 60 and 70 years ago his father, John Stephens, when a young man, was coming home late one evening after spending a few hours of pleasant time with the young woman of his affection at a neighbouring farm. As he was walking along a lonely lane, to his great surprise, he heard the sound of some one throwing stones about in a field which he was passing by. When he looked around, he beheld the spirit of a man of his acquaintance who was well and alive, throwing stones with all his might in a field where stones were not to be found.