EXTRACTED FROM THE MANUSCRIPT COLLECTIONS OF C. E. _A remarkable instance of premonition of impending death._ Your readers may rely on the authenticity of what follows, as I assure them I copied it myself from the original letter in the well known hand writing of John Ross, Esq. deceased, who was an eminent attorney at law in this city, for many years before the American revolution, and also a member of the legislature, as a number still living can remember. The letter was addressed to his friend Dr. Cadwalader Evans, of this city, but then settled for a few years in the Island of Jamaica. The accident happened to John Kinsey, Jun. He was the son of John Kinsey, Esq., one of the most eminent lawyers of his time, also speaker of the Assembly and chief justice of the Supreme Court of Pennsylvania. C. E. DEAR DR. EVANS, I am going for Newcastle, early in the morning. I just heard of a vessel going to Jamaica before my return; so in haste determine to give you one scrawl, lest you should think the neighbourhood forget you. But you may depend that will never happen: we gratefully and cordially remember you often. I would tell you all the news in a word, if possible, with all haste. To begin--our neighbourhood just as you left us, only B. Franklin lives in your house. The Col. Hellier not yet gone to sea. I think all your acquaintance continue well, save poor Johnny Kinsey, jun. on Tuesday, the 8th inst. by accident shot himself dead, coming over Gray's ferry, by Schuylkill falls, while in the boat. He had loaded his gun, and, as is supposed, let the butt drop on the bottom of the flat, the gun in a line with his body by his side; went off when half cocked. The whole load of shot struck his left cheek, and went up directly into his brain. He dropped and was dead in an instant--never groaned. Great sorrow attended his father, and all his friends, for the accident. He had strange apparitions of his death the night before, which he informed his aunt Bowene of at breakfast, the morning of the accident. I must relate to you the particulars which are as true as surprising. He, talking with his aunt at breakfast concerning his being admitted as an attorney and going into business, said, he believed he had nothing to do with business, for his time, he thought, was not long in this world. He said that last night he was strangely disturbed in his sleep with dreams and apparitions; that his cousin Charles Pemberton, who died last spring, appeared to him, wrapped in a sheet, and said to him, "Kinsey, your time approaches, you must go with me," and he disappeared. Soon after, appeared a person before him in the form of an angel, (according to the idea he had of an angel) and said to him "Kinsey, your hour is come, you must go with me," and instantly he thought a flash of lightning struck him on the cheek and he instantly died. This was followed by a severe clap of thunder and lightning that awaked him