"London, Wednesday, June 3. - Abe Tapping, stage manager of the Kingsway Theatre, London, relates an extraordinary dream he had about the time of the Empress of Ireland disaster, wherein he saw the exit of Lawrence Irving from life. He dreamed he was present at a gathering of a number of people in a handsomely appointed room. The people passed in solemn procession before Sir Henry Irving, who was seated and had the appearance of a dying man. Each person shook the actor by the hand in sad farewell.

"When all had passed, Sir Henry Irving rose and uttered these words: 'I can endure it no longer.' He placed his hand on his forehead and disappeared, death having claimed him.

"Tapping then for the first time noticed Lawrence Irving standing alone in the far end of the room. He said: 'I went toward him, stretching out my hands appealingly, exclaimed: "Don't you see what is happening? Your father is dying; he has left us forever."

"The son looked past me with amazement in his eyes, seemed for a moment as if he would collapse, but suddenly drawing himself up and with a resolute expression followed his father with unfaltering steps. It was a most dramatic departure and made a deep impression upon me. There was no farewell on the part of the son whose call to go seemed to come suddenly and unexpectedly."

"Tapping afterwards saw a photograph of the Salon of the Empress of Ireland and recognized it as the room of his dream. He had never seen the vessel, nor was he aware that Lawrence Irving was aboard the Empress of Ireland."

The following dream, taken verbatim from an evening paper illustrates the catholicity of the gift of the sixth sense, which does not necessarily deal with the more serious side of life.

Her Dream Netted Fortune at Races "Mrs. John D. Crawford, youthful wife of the proprietor of the Crawford House, Jamaica, L. I., admitted yesterday that she had won a fortune at the Belmont Park track a week ago by placing a bet on a horse of whose name she dreamed. It was the first bet that she ever made and she plunged.

"Her horse, Field Mouse, was quoted a 100 to 1.

"Early on Saturday morning, May 16th, Mrs. Crawford shook her husband and in a frightened voice, begged him to save her from a field mouse that was chasing her about a field.

"'Forget it and go to sleep; there's no mouse there, we aren't in camp,' said Crawford sleepily.

"At breakfast she reverted to the subject, saying she believed her dream had some significance. In the morning papers she found the horse Field Mouse entered. Then she grew excited.

"She was laughed at by her husband, but she finally coaxed him to let her put $100 on the horse.

"She sent the money in the track by her stepson. Mrs. Charles Sweeny, a friend of Mrs. Crawford, said she must risk $5.00 on the dream, and Mamie Prendergast, housekeepei at the Crawford House, to whom Mrs. Crawford related her dream, drew five dollars and sent it along.

" 'It is true that I dreamed and won a lot of money,' said Mrs. Crawford yesterday. 'I have always been a dreamer and this is the second time that real benefit has resulted . . . Once I dreamed a horse's head was being continually thrust into my face. ... I could not elude it. It would dash at me, its eyes bulging and its nostrils distended. I told my aunt and she said it must be a warning against an ill-tempered horse my uncle intended driving that day. She told him of the dream and he did not drive the horse that day. The same day the horse went mad, kicked his stable to pieces and killed himself."