Voices

August, 1884. Connie was staying with us on account of the illness of her brother Edward, and had — with Margaret — been reading with me one morning. At about 11.30 they went into the garden to play (they were girls of about 1.3 and 14), and in half an hour came up to the window to know what I wanted. I said 'Nothing,' and that I had not called them, though they had heard both their names called repeatedly, I asked them where they were when they heard it, and they said in the next walk — - which, you will remember, is formed on one side by the orchard hedge. Margaret said directly, ' There, Connie ; I said it was not mother's, but a boy's voice.' Then I turned to look at the clock — for we had some boys as pupils then — and I said, ' It would not be one of the boys, for they are not out of the study ; it is now 12 o'clock, and I hear them coming out.' I was to take Connie home that afternoon, ^ and, on arriving, of course my first question was, ' How was Edward V Mrs. W. told me that he had not been so well, and had been very delirious. She said that morning he had been calling, ' Margaret ! Connie ! Margaret ! Connie ! Oh, they are running by a hedge, and worCt listen to me.' I did not say what had happened at home, but asked if she knew at what time this had so distressed him. She said 'Yes;' for she had looked at the clock, hoping it was nearly time to give him his medicine, which always quieted him, and was thankful to find it was just 12 o'clock. Here we seem to have, on the part of the two girls, a telepathic hallucination, reproducing the exact words that were in the mouth and ear of the sick boy ; and, on his part, a vision reflected from their minds, and once more illustrating how what might be described as clairvoyance may be a true variety of thought-transference. The suggestion at the end of Mrs. E,.'s account must not be over1 The other accounts make it probable that it was not till next day that Mrs. W. of B went to A. looked; but I should be glad to know of precedents for hidden plough-boys calling out the Christian names of clergymen's daughters and their friends. Nor do I quite see how such a freak could merit the designation of a trick ; it would surely be a mere piece of aimless and pointless rudeness — unless, indeed the plough-boy was enjoying a telepathic chuckle at the idea that his cry might be confounded with another, which was being simultaneously uttered five miles off. It will be seen that the number of these reciprocal cases (even with the addition of those in the Supplemen