Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1853-08-04
A SINGULAR STORY.

The following curious narrative, told
as being strictly true, is from the March
number of the Water Cure JoarnaI.-l
Its incidents will remind the reader of
the Scottish second sight, Of which we
have seen SO many examples:
was at school close student, a
Young, ambitious lad of sixteen, some
what homespun, but strong in upright
ness; and conscious of power. My
dear father was sick, and gradually un-
dergoing that grand metempsychosis
which the shallow thinkers call death.
1t was a stormy day in January; the
snow had fallen two feet deep, when L
started for my home, eight miles dis
tant. My father had written me that
he wanted to see me, he wanted to give
me injunction after injunction, not to-
forget my duties to him in the care of
his wife-my mother. He need not
have said it-I could not-I never can
forget him or her. DEATH A man
such as nv father never dies. He lives
in his councils, full of wisdom as they
were of heart, in his example, ripe from
wide observation and varied experience;
in his principles, which were absolute,
as great moral truths are, in his very
mistakes, which were few and not small.
His desire to see me growing out of
feeling that he might at any hour pass
onward, and to give me counsel, was
natural, but not necessary. But his
slightest wish was law to me, and l
started for home, as l have said, on
foot. Weary walk, this trudging in an
unbroken snow path. Before l reached
our door, 1 thought my body would tire
out completely, but it did not, l ac-
complished it.
1 ate my supper, chatted awhile with
my parents, and went to bed in my old
bedroom. My father and mother l
left sitting in the kitchen, gratifed at
my arrival and proud of me.
I fell asleep-awoke, and took a seat
between my father and mother. They
looked surprised, and inquired why l
had left my bed.
Said l, "has nobody been here since I
went to bed?"
stNo."
stWeI," replied I, ''there will some
body come, and that is why l left my
bed-at least l have dreamed there
would, and the dream is no illusion but
fierce reality"
NV father smiled as if incredulous,
yet as though he asked no Drawer de-
fender than his boy. At this moment
my mother, very cautious woman
heard rap at the door, and stepping
to it, as supposed to inquire who was
there and what was wanted, instead
opened the door, and in came terrible
gust of wind and snow-for the nigh
was hideous-and with them marched
woman. She walked half way from
the door to the fire, when she discovered
me, and evidently took her aback by
nv presence. saw this at glance
saw the creature of my dream.
knew 1 was destined to struggle, and
grew in strength as looked al my dea
father and mother, She took chair
turned its back 10 the fire, and seate'
herself with her face in the shadow.
kept my seat, and appeared to give n
attention to her.
sfWho are yop, inquired my father
"What is that to you?" said she.
Everything, if you are to stay
my house, nothing if you are not"
teWhat if viii not tell your
esThen you must leave the house"
eLeaye the house" exclaimed sh'
e.I should like to see any one here tt
put me out."
s.What if ! call my men and thro
you out, neck and heels?"
ssYou have, not got any men, the
are all gone home"
"How do you know" a;s II
81 inquired at the last house on Il