‘Whether the force of imagination, coupled with the unexpected noise, produced such an alarm as to rob him of life, I know not,’ said my communicant; ‘but he was dead.’ The story was told me by my friend Ellis in walking from the City to Harley-street late one evening; and when we came to this part of the history we were in Bedford-square, at the dark and dreary corner of it where Caroline-street joins it. ‘And there,’ said Ellis, pointing downward, ‘is the street where the circumstance occurred.’ ‘Come, come,’ said I, ‘you tell the story well, but I suppose you do not expect it to be received as gospel.’ ‘Faith,’ said he, ‘I know so much of it that I was one of the twelfth-night party, and heard the noise.’ ‘But you did not see the spectre?’ cried I. ‘No,’ replied Ellis, ‘I certainly did not.’ ‘Nor anybody else,’ said I, ‘I’ll be sworn.’—A quick footstep was just then heard behind us.—I turned half round to let the person pass, and saw a woman enveloped in a red cloak, whose sparkling black eyes, shone upon by the dim lustre of a lamp above her head, dazzled me.—I was startled—‘Pray remember old MARTHA, THE GIPSY,’ said the hag. It was like a thunder-stroke.—I instantly slipped my hand into my pocket, and hastily gave her three from a five-shilling piece. ‘Thanks, my bonny one,’ said the woman, and setting up a shout of contemptuous laughter she bounded down Caroline-street towards Russell-street, singing, or rather yelling a wild air. Ellis did not speak during this scene—he pressed my arm tightly, and we quickened our pace. We said nothing to each other till we turned into Bedford-street, and the lights and passengers of Tottenham-court-road re-assured us. ‘What do you think of _that_?’ said Ellis to me. ‘_Seeing is believing_,’ was my reply. I have never passed that dark corner of Bedford-square in the evening since. REMARKABLE FULFILMENT OF A PREDICTION. A certain German author relates the following: In my younger days, there was a dinner given in the _Florenburg Westphalen_, where I was born, on the occasion of a baptism to which a clergyman was invited. During dinner, the conversation turned upon the gravedigger of the place, who was well known on account of his second-sight; for, as often as he saw a corpse, he was always telling that there would be a funeral from such and such a house. Now, as the event invariably took place, the inhabitants of the house he indicated were placed by the man’s tale in the greatest anxiety.