An account

Yarling^on Rectory, Bath, 19th May, 1886. (700) I sleep badly, and on Monday night it was 2 o'clock when I slept. I had, for half-an-hour before going off, fixed my mind upon every turn and corner of my girlhood's home (where I have not been for above 20 years) in Scotland. My father, a squire, had a neighbour squire, called Harvey Brown. In my whiling away the night, I dwelt upon him, and his house and family, particularly. My husband knew him only by name, but of course, knew my home, and loves it as much as I do. He and I awoke at 6. Before a word of any kind was said, he said to me, ' I have had such a strange dream about Harvey Brown, and been at the old home, wandering about it.' What made it seem stranger is that Harvey Brown is a man we never spoke of in our lives, or for 20 years have ever thought of, till Monday night in idleness I went over old meetings with him ; and I was wide awake and my husband asleep ; he had slept heavily all the night after a 1 2 mile walk ; so there was no possibility of my leading his mind near Scotland, in any conversation even, before he slept.