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When the light failed ere all invited into the parlour to listen to a song by Miss Darrow The house, as you are perhaps aware, overlooks Dorchester Bay The afternoon had been very hot, but at dusk a cold east wind had sprung up, which, as it was still early in the season, was not altogether agreeable to our host, sitting as he was, back to, though fully eight feet fro to the east Maitland, with his usual quick observation, noticed his discoentleman did not see as if from a reverie, he said: "If it will not be too warm for the rest of you, I would like to have it partly closed, say to within six inches, for the wind is cold"; and he seeed to use considerable strength to force the n, as it stuck in the casing, and when it finally gave way it closed with a loud shrieking sound ending in the bang of the counterweights

At the noise Darrow sprang to his feet, exclaiain! The same sound! I knew I could nothiently back into his seat, as she said to him in an undertone audible to all of us: "What is it, father?" The old gentleman only pressed her closer by way of reply, while he said to us apologetically: "You entlemen I have a certain drea ht I had the same dream for the seventh ti the sound I heard just now; it is identical with that I heard last night I sprang out of bed, took a light, and rushed down here, for I a I can see, but the as closed and locked, as I had left it! What do you think, Doctor," he said, turning to me, "are dreams ever prophetic?"

"I have never," I replied, anxious to quiet hi such a conclusion" I did not tell his which had happened to friends of mine, and so my reply reassured hientleman's conduct, now returned to theand opened it about six inches There was no otheropen in the room, and yet so fresh was the air that ere not uncomfortable Darroith ill-concealed pride, then asked his daughter to sing, and she left hiht the laentle"