"If the above is ever put in type, please tell me where I can get a copy.

"John E. Gale. "Justice of the Peace"

Analogous to the above are three cases published in the Proceedings of the American S. P. P., Vol. 1. No. 4., March, 1889:-

"A number of years ago I was invited to visit a friend who lived at a large and beautiful country-seat on the Hudson. Shortly after my arrival I started, with a number of other guests, to make a tour of the very extensive grounds. We walked for an hour or more and very thoroughly explored the place. Upon my return to the house I discovered that I had lost a gold cuff-stud, that I valued for association's sake. I merely remembered that I wore it when we started out, and did not think of or notice it again until my return, when it was missing. As it was quite dark, it seemed useless to search for it, especially as it was the of autumn and the ground was covered with dead leaves. That night I dreamed that I saw a withered grape-vine clinging to a wall, and with a pile of dead leaves at the base. Underneath the leaves, in my dreams, I distinctly saw my stud gleaming. The following morning I asked the friends with whom I had been walking the previous afternoon if they remembered seeing any such wall and vine, as I did not They replied that they could not recall anything answering the description. I did not tell them why I asked, as I felt somewhat ashamed of the dream, but during the morning I made some excuse to go out in the grounds alone.

I walked hither and thither, and after a long time I suddenly came upon the wall and vine exactly as they looked in my dream. I had not the slightest recollection of seeing them or passing them on the previous day. The dead leaves at the base were lying heaped up, as in my dreams. I approached cautiously, feeling rather uncomfortable and decidedly silly, and pushed them aside. I had scattered a large number of the leaves when a gleam of gold struck my eye, and there lay the stud, exactly as in my dream. My friends refused to believe when I told them, and vowed there was some trick about it, but as I had not told any one the particulars of the dream, that was impossible, and the matter will always be somewhat 'uncanny' in my memory."

From C.H.H., C.E. and Surveyor:-

"California, "26M December, 1887.

"Upwards of twenty-five years ago I was residing on the banks of the Delaware river, in Sullivan Co., State of New York. Before I left home my only sister had presented me with a gold ring and told me never to lose it. In a beautiful little grove near the bank of said river a lot of us young folks had fixed up a scup, or swing, among the trees, and we indulged in that pastime to that extent that the land immediately under the swing became so lively that my foot would make a deep impression. One beautiful moonlight night, after getting tired of swinging, I had seen my best girl home, as in duty bound, and was returning along towards morning, as usual, when I missed my ring. It gave me quite a shock when I made that discovery; the first impression I had was, there, I've lost that ring, but it must be found, and that I would find it. Went home and searched round my room and went to bed. Had a hazy sort of dream about the ring, but nothing definite. Got up early and searched before breakfast. After breakfast followed the direction we had taken the night before to the swing, and from there to the young lady's home; but found it not. In fact, I searched diligently all day, and went to bed thinking very seriously of the ring. Along towards morning had a very impressive dream.

I saw the ring, covered by a little ridge of sand, between two footprints under the swing. That dream was so vivid that on awaking I could see the road, buildings, fences, trees, swing and sand, with the footprints therein, the same as in the dream, and as soon as it was light enough to see I started for that swing, not attempting to look for it on the way. On arriving at the swing I walked deliberately into the sand until I reached the before-mentioned ridge, between said footprints, and with the toe of my boot removed a little sand from the top of the ridge, and out rolled the ring. The birds were singing overhead in the trees, the river was rushing on its way to the sea, a train of cars on the York and Erie R.R. across the river passed along. I banged my head several times with my fist to make sure I was not still in the land of dreams; no, I was there, standing in the sand and there lay the ring. There was no hallucination about that, but a good, square, honest, useful dream. I picked up the ring and went home, and ate more for breakfast than I had in the last twenty - four hours, and I kept up an awful thinking, and am thinking yet I would state I was about nineteen years of age at that time, enjoyed perfect health, and thought I knew more than all creation; but don't think so now.

My sister was also living at that time.

"Several years after the above I had another dream, and the last one; but this has been so long that I will close for this time to see what you think of it, and whether the second will be of interest to you, and will merely remark that I have endeavoured to work this dream business up to a practical use in the years gone by; but it has been a total failure so far, can't concentrate the mind with that intenseness that seems to be necessary with me to bring forth dreams."

"Any one used to narratives," continues Professor Royce, "recognises at once that this story, as I have suggested, has grown not a little with years, and I am not sure of more than that it has a probable foundation in fact, and is no doubt sincerely told."

The third case to be quoted in this connection has a better basis and is more critically told.

The narrator is a Southern gentleman, Col. A. V. S. of Texas.

"In the New York Herald'of December, 11th inst., I have noticed your interview in which you say that you request any person having some unusual experience, such as an exceptionally vivid dream, etc., should address you. The following seems to me a very extraordinary dream, for the truth of which I pledge you my word of honour:-