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Both my father and mother are dead, and i/* my father made any note of the dream at the time, it has been destroyed. It was natural for him to tell me, being the eldest in the family, six years older than my naval brother. It was on the morning of the \bth that he told me of his dream. A fortnight later, the Cape mail brought the sad news. An apparently foolish and trivial thing impressed the date on my memory at the time that it was told me, the day after Valentine's Day. We find from the Admiralty that Lieut. A. E. Hutchinson's death occurred on Feb. 14, 1865 ; and Miss Hutchinson has kindly sent us a photograph of a tablet, erected to his memory, which records that he was drowned in Simon's Bay on the night of that day, by the swamping of a boat. The difference of time between England and the Cape is not much over an hour. In the following case the brightness of the figure, and its gesture, were imagery sufficiently appropriate to the circumstances. We should hardly be justified in treating the experience as other than a dream ; but it must be remarked that the form of the vision — a single figure appearing in the room where the percipient knows himself to be — is very unlike ordinary dreaming (see cases 527 and 545). (445) From the Rev. John Mathwin, Vicar of West Pelton, Co. Durham. December 19th, 1884. Forty years ago, or thereabouts, when I was about 20 years of age, a lady friend of mine, a distant relative by marriage — age between 40 and ,50 — had for some time been in a delicate state of health, though not confined to the house. We frequently had quiet conversations together on religious matters. Neither of us was of an excitable turn of mind. As well as I can now recollect, I last saw my friend ahve about a fortniirht before her death. She did not seem at that time to be worse than usual, and apparently might have lived at any rate for a few years. However, one night when I was in bed — say about 4 o'clock in the morning— I had what I may call a vision. A figure appeared before me neatly draped, and a certain brightness about it seemed to awake me. I at once felt conscious that someone was near me who wished to make a communication to me. I soon recognised the face of my invalid friend. She seemed to wish to give me tune to collect myself — evidently intimating that there was no cause why I should be afraid. As a matter of fact I had no fear at all. My then feelings may perhaps be best described as partaking both of wonder (or expectation) and pleasure. When, apparently, the figure had convinced her