Then as we closed in upon the snake and delivered our first stones, my brother, catching sight of the tail, said, 'That is strange! I will tell you something remarkable about that snake in a moment.' Then when we had killed the snake, before I noticed anything remarkable about it - when to me it was like Jim Smiley's frog, 'just like any other frog' - my brother pointed to the fact that it had but one rattle on its tail, and proceeded to tell me his dream. He said that the night before he dreamed that he came up in front of the Springs Hotel as a party of boys were in the act of killing a snake. Bending over the reptile he said 'Why boys, that snake has a diseased tail'. And on examination it appeared a very singular, defective tail. At the time of his narrow escape from being bitten (for the reptile had thrown back his head to strike when discovered), he said the dream had suddenly come into his mind. I noticed a pause and losing the thread of the argument in which we were engaged, and this made me look towards him at the moment.

He answered there on the spot to my question why he had not told me the strange dream when I mentioned snakes as we clambered up the peak or when we were speaking with the boys, that he had not thought of the dream during our walk until a moment before this snake was met and that at that moment the dream had come into his mind with such vividness as to make him look where he was walking with some care.

"The snake was large enough to have had half-a- dozen or more rattles. It had a single rattle - not a button - and looked as though disease or crushing or some unusual accident had deprived it of the rest

"These are the facts, as I remember them, very hastily narrated. The experience was altogether unique for me at least I will send you this direct without having spoken to my brother of the experience since leaving the Springs in the month of August last.

"Arthur B. Kinsolving."

In the following cases the aversion of the fulfilment owing to the recollection of the dream is an important feature.l

"We were living in about 188- in Hertford Street, Mayfair. One day I determined that on the morrow I would drive to Woolwich in our brougham, taking my little child and nurse, to spend the day with a relation. During the night I had a painfully clear dream or vision of the brougham turning up one of the streets north of Piccadilly; and then of myself standing on the pavement and holding my child, our old coachman falling on his head on the road, his hat smashed in. This so much discomposed me that when in the morning I sent for the coachman to give his orders, I almost hoped that some obstacle to the drive might arise, so that I might have an excuse for going by train. The coachman was an old and valued servant I asked him if he would have the carriage ready to drive to Woolwich at ten. He was not given to making difficulties, but he hesitated, and when I suggested eleven instead, he said that he would prefer that hour. He gave no reason for his hesitation, and said that the horse was quite well.

I told him almost eagerly that I could quite well go by train; but he said that all was right.

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"We went to Woolwich and spent the day. All went well until we reached Piccadilly on the return journey. Then I saw that other coachmen were looking at us; and looking through the glass front of the brougham I saw that the coachman was leaning back in his seat, as though the horse were pulling violently, of which, however, I felt no sign. We turned up Down Street. He retained his attitude. My dream flashed back upon me. I called to him to stop, jumped out, caught hold of my child, and called to a policeman to catch the coachman. Just as he did so the coachman swayed and fell off the box. If I had been in the least less prompt, he would have fallen just as I saw him in my dream. I found afterwards that the poor man had been suffering iron: a. serious attack of diarrhoea on the previous day. and had gradually fainted from exhaustion during the drive burnt. He was absolutely sober, and his only mistake had been in thinking that he was strong enough to understand the long drive. In this case my premonitory dream differed from the reality on two points. In my dream me approached Down Street from the west: in reality we came from the east In my dream the coachman actually fell on his head; the crushing of his hat on the road being the most vivid point of the dream.

In reality this was just averted by the prompt action which my anxious memory of the dream inspired."

Signed by Lady Z.

"Ist April.1884 1

"Last year I dreamt that a certain cotton mill, insured in our company, was burnt. The mill was one that I had never seen, nor was I acquainted with any member of the firm; and nothing to my recollection had been before me connected with the insurance for some years. On reaching the office the following morning I turned up the surveyor's report, which I found to be rather meagre, and one that had been made some years before. I accordingly gave instructions to have the place re-inspected, and when this was done it was found that the mill was in an unsatisfactory condition. Not being able to relieve ourselves during the current year for any portion of the amount for which it was insured, we re-insured with another office

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I went down the next morning he was dead. He died at 2 a.m. on the 13th January. The same pall-bearers officiated him to the grave.

" I was the first one that he related his dream to. He laughed at it the same day that he died, and said that he was good for forty years longer. When he died he was seventy-one years old.

"George Herrington."

From the Rev. E. D. Banister, Whitechapel Vicarage, Preston, Lancashire:-

"12th November, 1885.

"My father, whilst a schoolboy (probably from 1808 - 1815), had a dream relating to his future, which I and my sister have often heard him relate. In the dream he saw a tablet in the parish church of his native place, on which was inscribed his name in full, the date of his birth, and the day and month, but not the year of his death. But there seemed to him to be something uncertain about the month in the date of his death.