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Mr. H. Wedgwood’s story in “{{Style S-Small capitals|Light}}” of October 14th reminds me of a similar occurrence which I heard of some years ago. The lady who told it to me,—daughter of a clergyman—was at that time my neighbour, and well known as very intelligent and very truthful. Not knowing her whereabouts now, I cannot ask permission to give her name, but I believe she would not object to her little narrative being here repeated. Many years before he became an old man her father had lost a favourite brother named Joseph. During her father’s last illness she was his constant attendant, watching day and night. One night, in order to get a little rest she lay down on a couch in the dressing-room adjoining his bedroom, where a light was kept burning, with the door between the two rooms wide open. As she lay there, wide awake and ready to attend to his slightest change of posture, she heard him cry out in a tone of delight, and with a voice stronger than weakness had of late made possible, “''What, Joseph! you here!''” and then followed rapid speech in which another and quite different voice seemed to join. The daughter started up in an instant, and was approaching her father’s bedside when he waved his hand, motioning her to retire again to the inner room, and saying with an air of reproof, “Go away, don’t disturb me now; do not you see I am engaged?” Nothing was to be seen to prove this except an attitude of wrapt attention, but for some five or ten minutes (I cannot be as certain of the length of time as I am of other details) she heard a low-voiced but animated conversation going on, in which two different speakers were distinctly audible, though the subject of discourse was not so. The next day her father died.

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