He was well educated, a great reader, the best of salmon fishers, and I never heard a man curse William, Duke of Cumberland, with more enthusiasm.

His father, still alive, was second-sighted, and so, to a moderate extent and without theory, was my friend.

Among other anecdotes (confirmed in writing by the old gentleman) was this:-- The father had a friend who died in the house which they both occupied.

The clothes of the deceased hung on pegs in the bedroom.
One night the father awoke, and saw a stranger examining and handling the clothes of the defunct.

Then came a letter from the dead man's brother, inquiring about the effects.