Voices

29th December, 1884. In my dream I did not actually see my father fall, but was at the spot just as the fly was going off, and saw distinctly there were two persons inside the fly, but the back of one man who was holding my father prevented my recognising him ; the man on the box I distinctly saw, and knew him as a flyman of Hastings, and he was the man who drove my father on that fatal morning — for so it proved, as he never rallied from that illness, never was out of his bed more than to have it made a few times. He died 5th March, 1857. I never knew him to have an illness 442 SUPPLEMENT. [chap. previous to that, nor fit of any kind ; he always appeared a healthy strong man. I am generally so free from dreaming that this one made a great impression upon me at the time. The Hastings News confirms March 5, 1857, as the date of the death. [This case again is remote in date and uncorroborated; but the narrator is not likely to be wrong as to the fact of her taking a journey on the strength of her dream, and finding it confirmed.] (477) From Miss Morse, Northfield, Vermont, U.S.A., who was the percipient in case 41. May, 1884. Often impressions of persons and places have come to me while asleep, or when I seemeo^ to be dreaming. For example: When our civil war was in progress I corresponded with several soldiers. One of my correspondents was Captain Fischer, a Dane, who had formerly been a sailor, and roamed the world over. While the army of the Potomac was lying idle, I dreamed of a strange place. The moon shone brightly on newly-made streets, dotted with small white houses, arranged to impart on the whole scene a picturesque daintiness. One of the little dwellings especially won my attention. I stopped before it, exclaiming, ' How beautiful ! I never saw anything like it. I wonder what it can be.' A voice, which I did not recognise, replied, 'It is a Grecian temple.' ' Am I, then, in Greece 1 ' ' No, this is an imitation of such temples as one sees in Greece.' I awoke, and in a moment the clock struck 12. I could not rid myself of the feeling that I had been to a new place, and seen something real. A few days after, a letter came from Captain Fischer, in which he minutely described the place I saw in my dream, explaining that the soldiers, to pass the time, had laid out streets and avenues, and by many ingenious devices had contrived to make their tents resemble houses. His own tent, which was much admired, he had converted into quite a clever model of a Greek temple, &c. Near the close he alluded to the brilliant moonlight, and added : ' It is near midnight, and my men are asleep all around me.' Comparing dates, I found I dreamed of the scene while his pen was describing it. In reply to inquiries. Miss Morse says : — The date of the dream was firmly fixed in my mind, because it came the one night that I passed at the house of Mrs. Paine's father. I well remember telling Mrs. Paine the dream in the morning. When I saw her again I told her of Captain Fischer's letter, which was received after I returned to W. H. Junction. Had the dream occurred at home I could not have been so sure of the time. Mrs. Paine, Northfield, Vermont, writes as follows : — May 24th, 1884. My testimony in regard to Miss Morse's dream in connection with Captain Fischer, whom I know well, is a mere mite. I well recollect her telling me the dream, which occurred while she was on a visit at my father's, but whether she related it to me the next morning or later, I cannot remember. She says she told me the dream at the time, and its singular verification afterwards, as she did not receive the letter from Captain Fischer until after she returned to her home at White River Junction — but so many years have elapsed that they are inseparably connected in my mind. I only remember it in connection with the letter, although I presume she is correct.