Vanishing suddenly

1. I have often heard my mother's experience from her own lips; but I was only a child at the time, and she went back to India about three years after, to rejoin my father, who was a Bombay Civilian, and I did not hear her speak of this experience of hers till she came home again. This would be in all quite 10 years after my grandfather's death, but ' Tootoo ' used often to talk to me about it, when she was with us, as I have mentioned in the account I sent you. I never saw the entry of date. ' Tootoo ' used often to say to me it was a pity perhaps she had not kept it. She did keep it for some little while, but in moving house she lost it. It was just hastily pencilled down on a morsel of paper. 2. The difference of longitude was carefully accounted for. My mother's 'apparition,' or whatever it was, came to her between 12 and 1 at night — nearer 1 than 12. 488 SUPPLEMENT. [chap. 3. No, I have never heard that my mother ever saw any other vision. She is, I should say, not an imaginative person, and, besides, as she had no idea her father was even ill, she could not have imagined she saw him, and no one ever mentioned to her the fact of ' Tootoo's ' entry of date till the official date came home in the public papers ; and then my mother remarked to 'Tootoo,' who often told me what she had said, 'Oh, then, 'Tootoo,' that must have been my father I saw that night I was so frightened — not a robber as I thought.' My mother has often told us she had made this remark to ' Tootoo.' The Army List confirms the date of Sir L. S.'s appointment, and gives January 2nd, 1842, as the date of his death. The Mauritius Register and the Times add that he died suddenly. (525) Mr. Thomas Young, of Elsinore House, Robert Road, Handsworth, Birmingham, sent us an account of the following incident, as often related to him by his mother (resident at 71, Highbury Hill, N.). We asked him to apply to her for a first-hand account, which she gave in the following letter to him, and afterwards viva voce to the present writer. Her version, which was given independently, corresponds exactly with his ; which is some proof that the facts have not been distorted, in recent years at any rate, through lapse of memory. January 10th, 1885. My Dear Son, — You ask me to relate Aunt Lucy's dream % it was not a dream, but a reality. You must know that Uncle Bennet was a small farmer, with a large family of 12 children, consequently some had to go away from home. They lived in a small village, Trelyon, near St. Ives, Cornwall. Now, what I am going to relate is about their daughter Betsy, who had taken a situation — I think at St. Ives. One morning aunt woke up and saw, standing by her bedside, this daughter, with her hair streaming all over her face, dripping wet, and she, poor thing, looking half drowned. Aunt said, ' Betsy, where have you come from ? ' The weather being frightfully bad, she thought she had walked home through the wet. She told her to go and dry herself, but she vanished away. Poor aunt was dreadfully alarmed. They sent to her place, and it appears she would go to Plymouth, and went in a little saiKng-vessel, and that very morning the vessel was lost and all hands perished. Now, my dear son, I can vouch for every word being true, for aunt was a true Christian woman. I was a girl when she told me the unhappy incident, but it always made a most vivid impression on me. — Believe me, dear son, your loving mother,