An account

My sister remembers the incident, but has only a faint recollection of my letter having crossed hers. [Asked if this was a unique experience, or whether she had had similar impressions which had not corresponded with reality, Miss C. replied that she had had only one similar experience, and that there her impression was correct. (This other experience was a presentiment, and has no relation to the above.) And though impressions of the sort which are not stamped by a coincidence may easily fade from the memory, it may be assumed that a person who remembers none has not experienced many so strong as to have prompted her to write a letter.] The following are instances where the impression seems to have been of a decidedly pictorial kind, as in the scene-cases at the close of Chap. yi. in the preceding volume. The account is unfortunately anonymous, but there seems to be no reason to doubt its hona fides. The mental condition of the percipient recalls case 373. (382 and 383) From the Zoist, Vol. V., p. 30, sent by Mr. Clark, Surgeon, of York Place, Kingsland Road, E., who had received it from a lady of his acquaintance. July Hth 1846. In the years 1841-2, my dear respected father was frequently attacked with mental derangement, originating greatly, I believe, from the knowledge of the unfortunate circumstances in which I, his beloved daughter, was placed, owing to the sudden death of my husband. The various scenes of mental delusion I was called to witness are not uncommon to gentlemen of your profession ; I therefore pass them over simply to relate his strange knowledge of events. My attention was first excited by the following incident. So soon as the meat for dinner was brought from the butcher's, of which he could have no possible knowledge, being confined to his bed, and out of reach of either seeing or hearing, he exclaimed (pointing to the floor underneath, which was the room it was in), ' What a nice rump-steak ; I will have some.' Struck with his manner, and also knowing that it was not our intended dinner, I replied, ' No, father, there is no rump-steak ; we are going to have mutton-chops ' ; he went into a great passion, declared that there was rump-steak, that he could see it, and described the dish. I went downstairs, and to my utter astonishment beheld it as he related. In the morning, without making known my intention, I took a basket and went into the garden, to cut some cabbages and gather strawberries. The garden being at the side of the house, where there was no window to look into it,