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NIAGARA FALLS. Referring to my mother's spirit communications reminds me of an event which I can recall fairly well. My mother had left for Niagara with my brother and a friend. I was alone in my grandfather's country house with an Irish nurse called Mary O'Neill. Evidently Mary had an inquisitive turn of mind. I am seated on the bed and Mary is on the floor reading alou[[strikethrough]] n [[//strikethrough]]d letters which she takes from a large drawer beside her. They are pleading letters from someone urging someone else to return to his family. It does credit to Mary's eloquence that even at that early age I understand the distress they contain. A few days later I am told that my mother has unexpectedly returned and is ill. I am to be taken to her and she will give me a present. I remember her muffled and silent form in bed. No present is forthcoming; evidently I show disappointment for a strange voice orders me out of the room. The same Mary who had read the letters is waiting for me outside. She whispers to me: "Your mother's friend, Mr. R., has thrown himself down the Niagara Falls". I remember the tall and dark Mr. R.. He always addressed my mother in verse and she always answered him in the same manner. Some years later, when I was still a very little girl, one night at spirit hour, my mother spoke of him. He was, she said, greatly distressed at being forced to leave her, and so he threw himself down the Falls. She had had premonitions... "But listen," she whispered, "do you hear that sound?" I listened, and in the silence of the night I could hear the faint ticking of a watch. "That is his watch, he left it on my table before his death.