A man passing, late at night, a ruined house, observed that it was lighted, and heard a great mewing, as of a conclave of cats, within. As he marvelled at the circumstance, a cat jumped upon one of the broken walls, and said--"Tell Dildrum that Doldrum's dead." The man, little dreaming of these words being addressed to him, pursued his way home; where, when he arrived, a good, fire, an excellent supper, and his wife's conversation, seem to have banished for a time from his recollection what he had seen and heard. At last, he began to laugh so heartily that he was nearly choked, and his wife pressed him to tell her the cause of his mirth. This he did; but no sooner had he uttered the words "Tell Dildrum that Doldrum's dead," when his own favourite grimalkin, who had lent an attentive ear to his narrative, whilst demurely basking before the fire, started upon his feet, and exclaiming, "O murder! and is Doldrum dead?" dashed up the chimney, and was never seen more. [7] Vide _Mirror_, vol. ii. p. 157, for the story of "The Rosewood Trunk." [8] Vide _Mirror_, vol. v. p. 93, for the story of "Mary M'Cleod." [9] Vide _Mirror_, vol. viii. p. 90, for the story of "The Lady of Edenmere"--by the author of this article. [10] Vide _Mirror_, vol. xii. p. 267, for the "Ghost Story"--by M.G. Lewis. A Scottish tradition concerning The Cat o' the Craigs, as given by a correspondent in vol. iv. of the _Mirror_, p. 85, and which has a most fatal termination, is evidently but another version of the same story. In a little work just published, on "Cambrian Superstitions," by Mr. Howells, several are mentioned so exactly similar to those prevalent in Ireland, Scotland, and England, as to leave no doubt of their common origin. The Welsh coast has also its spectre-ships, like America and the seas of the Cape, ere shipwreck.