"I was," she said, "sitting in the north room at home (in father's house). The door was open. Suddenly the sun seemed to be eclipsed: while the atmosphere was filled with particles of dust, which at times were wafted in clouds which nearly obscured my vision. (The road is visible from the door for the distance of half a mile.) I observed a form slowly approaching amid the shower of dust and débris; and as it came nearer I recognized in it my sister Maria, dressed in deep black, and ran to meet her. She raised her hands, saying, 'O Maggie! isn't this dreadful?' As we met, a leaf (as from a book) dropped at our feet. I picked up the leaf and read from it these words: "Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breath, And stars to set--but all, Thou hast all seasons for thine own, O Death!" We were all deeply impressed, and felt it to be a warning of some sad event in the near future. It was early, we had not yet breakfasted, and were sitting together feeling very dejected, when my brother (who lived thirty miles east of Rochester) walked into our room, and finding us all in tears, threw his arms gently around mother's neck and asked her what was the matter. We told him Margaretta's dream, well knowing that he must have sad tidings to relate to us, as he had ridden all night to get there at that hour of the morning. He wept, and sobbing aloud said: "I am the messenger of sorrowful tidings. Dear little Sanford Smith is dead." This was sister Maria's little son, seven years of age. David then told us how the darling child had passed away. He died of croup. They did not consider him dangerously ill at first, but hastened for the doctor. When his mother stood over him, trying to make him more comfortable, tears dropped from her eyes upon his precious face. He pulled her down and kissed her, and with his little handkerchief wiped her tears away, saying, "Ma, don't cry so. I will be your guardian spirit, and rap just so"--making the sounds with his darling fingers on the head-board. He was a beautiful and interesting child: and it nearly broke their hearts to lay him away from their earthly sight, though conscious of his spiritual presence. While Margaretta was dreaming that truly wonderful dream, my brother David was on his way to inform us of the child's death. MISTAKEN NAMES CORRECTED BY SPIRITS.