I had a cousin, a very good young man, who lived with his parents in the neighbourhood of our house.

He was an exemplary young man, sir, and having a considerable gift of prayer, was intended for the ministry; but he fell sick, and shortly became very ill indeed.

One evening when he was lying in this state, as I was returning home from milking, I saw a candle proceeding from my cousin's house.

I stood still and looked at it.

It moved slowly forward for a little way, and then mounted high in the air above the wood, which stood not far in front of the house, and disappeared.