An account

November, 1883. (119) In August, 1867, my sister and I went to spend a few days with vin.] REGARDED AS TELEPATHIC. 351 a friend in the country. We were a very merry and youthful party ; and I do not think one grave or solemn thought crossed any of our minds. The brother of our hostess having been married the week previously, had scut a box of wedding cake, and according to the old custom we all determined 'to sleep on the wedding cake, and to tell our dreams in the morning.' Early on the morning of Thursday, I awoke, and when I fell asleep again, I dreamt I found myself in a very bare, cheerless room, in the corner of which stood a bed ; on it was lying a young man. I at once recognised him as a friend of my brother's, whom I had last seen (for only the second time in my life) the previous Christmas, a tall, strong, handsome young fellow, in apparently high health and spirits. I saw him now, a shadow of his former self, his face drawn and colourless, his eyes unnaturally large and bright ; his hand, which was lying outside the bedclothes, was thin and wasted, the great blue veins standing up like cords, and his fingers plucked restlessly at the coverlet. His hollow cough sounded incessantly through the room. I went up to him. ' Why, Mr. ,' I said, ' how very ill you look ; what is the matter 1 ' 'I am dying,' he said, ' I caught cold a month ago, and neglected it ; it has settled on my chest, and the doctors say I am dying of rapid consumption.' When I rose in the morning, I could hardly bear to tell my dream, but it had all been so painfully vivid, and haunted me so, that I told my sister before we went down to breakfast. I was much teased by my kind hostess, but I would not speak of the dream to any one. On the following Saturday evening we went home. I did not see my brother until the Sunday morning. When at breakfast he said, ' Did you hear, girls, of poor M.'s death ? ' ' No,' we said, ' when did it take place 1 ' ' Early on Thursday morning ; he caught cold a month ago, neglected it, it settled on his chest, and he died of rapid consumption.' I may add that not only did I hardly know Mr. , having only seen him twice, but I do not think I had even heard his name mentioned from the time I saw him at Christmas, till the morning I dreamt of his death. I was only a child at the time.