[47] EDITOR’S NOTE.--Mr. Allen told me (1896) that attending a short time ago at a funeral in the Mount Durand, the corpse was to be carried to Trinity Church, to which of course the shortest route was _down_ the hill, but the widow of the deceased remonstrated so vigorously, saying that she could not allow anything so unlucky to happen to her husband, as that he should start for his funeral _down hill_, that, in deference to her wishes they went _up_ the hill and round by Queen’s-road. [48] At funeral feasts it was an ancient custom in Iceland to leave the place of the dead man vacant.--See Gould’s “_Curiosities of Olden Times_,” p. 84. [49] EDITOR’S NOTES.--Unless the forehead of the corpse is touched after death the ghost will walk. When you go into a house of mourning and are shown the corpse you should always lay your hand on its forehead.--_From Fanny Ingrouille, of the Forest Parish._ The same idea prevails in Guernsey which we meet with in Yorkshire and many of the Eastern Counties of England that, having your pillow stuffed with pigeons’, doves’, or any _wild_ bird’s feathers will cause you to “die hard.”--See _Notes and Queries_, 1st Series, Vol. IV. It is also said that it is unlucky to keep doves in a house, but if they are kept in a cage and anyone dies in the house, unless a crape bow is placed on the top of the cage they will die too. The country people also believe that no one ever dies when the tide is _rising_. Frequently when talking of a death they will say, “the tide turned, and took off poor ---- with it.”--_From Fanny Ingrouille and many others._ Part II. Superstitious Belief and Practice. CHAPTER III. Prehistoric Monuments; and their Superstitions. “Of brownyis and of bogillus full is this buke.” --_Gawin Douglas._ “D’un passé sans mémoire, incertaines reliques Mystères d’un vieux monde en mystères écrits.” --_Lamartine._ “Among those rocks and stones, methinks I see More than the heedless impress that belongs To lonely Nature’s casual work! They bear A semblance strange of Power intelligent, And of design not wholly worn away.” --_Wordsworth_, _The Excursion_.