was in 1671, in 1675 Lindsay died, while Pitcairn
was in Paris. On the night of Lindsay's death, Pitcairn dreamed
that he was in Edinburgh, where Lindsay met him and said, 'Archie,
perhaps ye heard I'm dead?' 'No, Roben.' The vision said he was to
be buried in the Grey Friars, and offered to carry Pitcairn to a
happy spiritual country, 'in a well sailing small ship,' like
Odysseus.. Pitcairn said he must first see his parents. Lindsay
promised to call again. 'Since which time A. P. never slept a night
without dreaming that Lindsay told him he was alive. And, having a
dangerous sickness, anno 1694, he was told by Roben that he was
delayed for a time, and that it was properly his task to carry him
off, but was discharged to tell when.' {300} Dr. Hibbert thinks
that Pitcairn himself dictated this account, much more marvellous
than the form in which Wodrow received the story.

Leaving a solitary Jacobite vision, for a true blue Presbyterian
'experience,' we learn that Wodrow's own wedded wife had a pious
vision, 'a glorious, inexpressible brightness'. The thought which
came presently was, 'This perhaps may be Satan, transforming himself
into an angel of light'. 'It mout or it moutn't.' In 1729, Wodrow
heard of the ghost of the Laird of Coul, which used to ride one of
his late tenants, transformed into a spectral horse. A chap-book
containing Coul's discourse with Mr. Ogilby, a minister, was very
popular in the last century. Mr. Ogilby left an account in
manuscript, on which the chap-book was said to be based. Another
ghost of a very moral turn appeared, and gave ministers information
about a case of lawless love. This is said to be recorded in the
registers of the Presbytery of Fordoun, but Wodrow is vague about
the whole affair.

We next come to a very good ghost of the old and now rather
unfashionable sort. The authority is Mr. William Brown, who had it
from the Rev. Mr. Mercer of Aberdalgie, 'as what was generally
belived as to Dr. Rule, Principal at Edinburgh'. Such is Wodrow's
way, his ideas of evidence are quite rudimentary. Give him a ghost,
and he does not care for 'contemporary record,' or 'corroborative
testimony'. To come to the story. Dr. Rule, finding no room at an
inn near Carnie Mount, had a fire lit in a chamber of a large
deserted house hard by. He went to bed, leaving a bright fire
burning, when 'the room dore is opened, and an apparition, _in shape
of a country tradsman_, came in,