25 FEBRUARY 1928, Page 18

THE ADVENTURE OF DYING

[To the Editor of the SPECTATOR.] SIR,—I was deeply interested in W. C. Edgar's article in the Spectator on his experience in the " great adventure," and would like to say that I am also one who returned to life on earth after the doctors were so certain that I must die

that day that, being in a lonely country part of Ireland, and an opportunity arising of going to the nearest town fourteen

miles off, I was measured for my coffin, which was ordered there. To the amazement of the nurse, however, I dropped a quiet sleep, after three weeks of wakefulness and high fever.

When'at last I roused slightly, and the nurse told me I should live, I remember the great disappointment I felt in returning tO earthly life again, though after a time comforting myself by the feeling there must be some work for me to do here still. And now, as I write, I have lived to be seventy-nine years of age, full of thankfulness for the many blessings God has given me. I may add that when my fever was so bad, there, were no clinical thermometers in use, at any rate in