Presentiments are strange tery to  found t presentiments in my life, because I range ones of my o (for instance, betant, long-absent, ives asserting, notanding tion, ty of to  ture h man.

    tle girl, only six years old, I one nigo Mart t s a little c to dream of crouble, eito one’s self or one’s kin. t  of my memory,  a circumstance immediately follo t day Bessie  for o ttle sister.

    Of late I en recalled t; for during t , imes cs er. It  nestled close to me, and no ran from me; but ion evinced,  it  failed not for seven successive nigo meet me t I entered the land of slumber.

    I did not like teration of one idea—trange recurrence of one image, and I greime approac ernoon of tairs by a message t some one ed me in Mrs. Fairfax’s room. On repairing ting for me, leman’s servant:  h a crape band.

    “I daresay you ered; “but my name is Leaven: I lived coac Gates or nine years since, and I live till.”

    “O! o give me a ride sometimes on Miss Georgiana’s bay pony. And o Bessie?”

    “Yes, Miss: my  me anottle one about thriving.”

    “And are t t?”

    “I am sorry I can’t give you better ne present—in great trouble.”

    “I  oo looked do t and replied—

    “Mr. Joerday  his chambers in London.”

    “Mr. John?”

    “Yes.”

    “And ?”

    “ is not a common mis to strange ways, and h was shocking.”

    “I  doing well.”

    “Doing e amongst t men and t o debt and into jail:  t as soon as urned to s.  strong: t fooled o Gate