d, the weather would be unsettled. He
concluded:

"The word Taxation will have a terrible significance for both Government
and people this month."

Really, it is quite uncanny. In March:

"Theatres will do badly during the month."

There seems to be no keeping anything from Old Moore. In April "much
dissatisfaction will be expressed among Post Office employees." That
sounds probable, on the face of it. In any event, I will answer for our
local postman.

In May "a wealthy magnate is going to die." In June there is going to be
a fire. In July "Old Moore has reason to fear there will be trouble."

I do hope he may be wrong, and yet somehow I feel a conviction that he
won't be. Anyhow, one is glad it has been put off till July.

In August "one in high authority will be in danger of demise." In
September "zeal" on the part of persons mentioned "will outstrip
discretion." In October Old Moore is afraid again. He cannot avoid a
haunting suspicion that "Certain people will be victimized by extensive
fraudulent proceedings."

In November "the public Press will have its columns full of important
news." The weather will be "adverse," and "a death will occur in high
circles." This makes the second in one year. I am glad I do not belong
to the higher circles.

How does he do it?

In December Old Moore again foresees trouble, just when I was hoping it
was all over. "Frauds will come to light, and death will find its
victims."

And all this information is given to us for a penny.

The palmist examines our hand. "You will go a journey," he tells us. It
is marvellous! How could he have known that only the night before we had
been discussing the advisability of taking the children to Margate for
the holidays?

"There is trouble in store for you," he tells us, regretfully, "but you
will get over it." We feel that the future has no secret hidden from
him.

We have "presentiments" that people we love, who are climbing mountains,
who are fond of ballooning, are in danger.

The sister of a friend of mine who went out to the South African War as a
volunteer had three presentiments of his death. He came home safe and
sound, but admitted that on three distinct occasions he had been in
imminent danger. It seemed to the dear lady a proof of everything she
had ever read.

Another friend of mine was waked in the middle of the night by his wife,
who insisted that he should dress himself and walk three