"He said it gave him a sort of shock which awoke him, and he still felt a painful shock, he could not say why, when he awoke and remembered it And yet he was half-amused at feeling it a shock or remembering it at all.

"He, however, did not mention it that day, because he, being ill, thought my mother might not like it The day my sister died he told us. The strange thing was that it was the same night, or rather morning, and about the same time that I thought I saw her; for soon after he awoke he saw her come in with his tea, but did not, I believe, tell her the dream.

"It was strange that she finished that book, and that it was the last time she ever read to him, and that that night was the end of one phase of family life in many ways. My father never recovered her death, and everything changed soon after.

"My father was the late Field-Marshal - , and, as any one will know, not a man likely to think of dreams in general, and up to the day of his death was in intellect and faculties like a man of thirty" (Field-Marshal Lord S. died in 1863.)

The percipient of the following dream. Miss K. M. Cleary writes:-

"Albert Road, Carrickfergus, "Co. Antrim, 15th February, 1892.

"1 will first state that I am a very healthy woman, and have been so all my life. I am not in the least nervous. My occupation is that of head teacher in one of the Board Model Schools/'

(After giving an account of an occasion when she saw an apparition of one of her assistants, who was absent at the time, and another occasion when she saw the apparition of an unknown person) Miss Geary says:-

"When I was about fifteen and at a convent boarding school, I dreamt, without any cause that could inspire it, that my father was ill, of details connected with it, of his death, of results which followed. When the bell rang for getting up, and the nun came round to wake us, I, who had been roused from my painful chain of visions, was sitting in my nightdress on the side of the bed, and so faint-looking that the lady insisited I should return to bed But this I would not do. I was too terrified, and yet so glad it was 'only a dream.

pictures that were presented to me, that I was sent for to go home (we lived in Roscrea, Co. Tipperary, where the convent is); that I did go home; that I turned to .go to the bedroom that had always been occupied by him; that mother, close behind me, motioned me to an opposite room, which had never been used as a bed - room; that I went in, saw the bed in a certain position, head towards this wall, foot that; that Dr. R. was towards the foot of the bed, holding in his hand a white china tea - cup, with lilac flowers pattern, one of a set we had; that on the window was a very peculiar new style of lace curtain, the pattern of which I had never seen anywhere. I dreamt he died, and of the grief and terrible trouble; and about this part there was. as it were, a cloud, and one distinct figure loomed from it, that of an uncle, fathers brother, Dr. James Geary of Dublin (27 N. Earl Street), deceased since. I saw, or felt, that James took my only brother back with him to Dublin.

"Every detail of the dream was verified. Now, with me, this dream is unique in, if I may express myself so, its span.

"The loud, rapid tones of the hand - bell rung in the dormitory roused me, and mechanically I sprang from bed, scarcely awake; in a daze or stupor I was sitting on the side of it. The nun whose duty it was to go from bed to bed to make sure we had all risen, found me as I described, noted my appearance shook me a little, told me I seemed very ill, and should lie down again. This aroused me quite. I would not have gone back to that bed just then for worlds. I told her

I was not ill, that I had been dreaming, and dreamt that my father was dead; but she 'would not listen to such nonsense, superstition, and folly etc.' (She is dead, and there is no one who can corroborate.) I may have mentioned it to a companion; I did not attempt to do so again to any of the nuns.

"At the time I had this dream I had every reason to believe that my father was in perfect health; and he was in perfect health. He was medical doctor to the house. I had seen him a few days before from a window, walking in the grounds with the Mother or Superioress. He looked then, as he always looked, the embodiment of health and good humour. In comparing dates and events afterwards with my mother, who, unhappily, is no more, I found that the dream occurred on the eve of his first day's indisposition. He was attending a fever patient some miles from the town, got a severe wetting, which predisposed him to the infection, which he caught. He was but five days ill. He died on the 19th July, 1853. I am now fifty - two, therefore I was not so much as fifteen when he died. His death changed the whole course of my life, or rather, shunted me quite on to other lines.

"On Wednesday morning I had the dream. On the same Wednesday he got the wetting. Wednesday night he felt nervous and unwell, and had a hot footbath before going to bed. Thursday, I presume he did not go out. I'm sure he lay for the first time on Friday. Friday evening I first had any intimation of his illness. Then my aunt, his sister, who was a nun there and one of my class mistresses, told me that mother had sent word of it, with a request that the nuns would pray for him, but she added: 'There is no cause for alarm I recollect nothing particular about Saturday.

"On Sunday morning I was called away from the breakfast-table and told I was to dress for going home to see my father, who had become worse. I went and found as I had seen in my dream.

"Mother told me afterwards she was greatly shocked by my standing as I did at the threshold of the door, and that I seemed not to be able to keep my eyes from the windows. The room and everything in the room was as I had seen them in my dream.

"1 know that father had been thinking of me particularly during the early part of the week in which he took ill, as I had had an earache. He sent me a drug for it, which cured it at once, but he was not aware of the success of his remedy. He asked me then, during the interval of consciousness while I made my short visit, how was the pain in the ear? I said, 'your little bottle cured it'. (I had the same little bottle for many years.) He then kissed me and put his hand on my head and blessed me. The doctor then almost pulled me away, and told mother to take me from the room.