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A clergyman residing in the place where the crime was committed writes, ' I am going to see the man who was the first in the house after the deed was done, and ask him for the exact hour.' Later he writes, ' I find it was on Saturday evening, January 29th, at just about 7.30 p.m. The town marshal fixes the time at the same hour.' My recollection of the day of the week and the time of the day on which I had the dream is very distinct — as well as the recollection of the letter I received from my father, telling me of it, and of my reply. [If this case was telepathic, the idea of the deed must have been present to the perpetrator's mind 4 hours before it was acted on — which seems a reasonable supposition. The telepathic explanation is of course rendered less probable by the absence of intimacy or affection between the parties ; but we have had indications that mere kinship may supply the adequate condition (see, e.g., case 244).] § 4. Coming now to the class of more distinctly pictorial dreams, corresponding with some critical situation of the agent, but not a mere reflection of his conscious thought, I will begin with cases where what is seen is a tolerably simple embodiment of the idea VOL. II. 2 D 402 SUPPLEAfENT. [chap. supposed to have been transferred, and then pass on to cases where the dreamer invests the idea with fresh elements and imagery of his own. The following four cases are of the simplest possible type. The first of them resembles the last quoted, in the fact that there was no bond of friendship between agent and percipient ; but the proximity to the latter of a third person — her father — who was connected both with her and with the agent, suggests that though the impression did not affect his consciousness, it still reached her in some sense through him (p. 267). (431) From Mr. Gr. J. Davis, St. Chloe Endowed School, Amberley, near Stroud. (The account is slightly condensed.) After mentioning that about 1848, he had served under a certain clergyman, Mr. S., Mr. Davis continues : — About 1860, I married my present wife, and she did not, nor my children, know anything of Mr. S., and, consequently, took little interest in hearing about him. We seldom or never spoke about him, except perhaps when a letter came from him, and I might mention the fact. One Saturday morning, as I was reading the Standard after breakfast, my daughter, aged about 1 9, suddenly broke the silence thus : — ' Papa, have you heard from Mr. S. lately ? ' ' No, I have not,' I replied ; ' in fact, it is my tur