"Phebe L. Griffing (Associate S.P.R.)."

"As related above, my daughter - in - law asked me, the morning after her dream, if I knew of a place called Pontegardo. I did not know of such a place until my son's letter was received saying that he thought of going there.

"Jane R. Gripping."

" 2,024 Lexington Avenue, " New York, 21st February, 1893.

" Dear Mr. Hodgson,

" My daughter - in - law has the letter referring to Puntagardo, but as it is principally about affairs she does not like to send it. Charley writes of a business project which, if he carries it out, will make Phebe's dream premonitory, as they will go there to live. If this should be the result, it will be one of the clearest of premonitions, as when she received the letter, nothing of the kind had been contemplated. There was only an intention on Charley's part to remain in Jacksonville or go to Tallahassee to take charge of a newspaper office. These two plans were in Phebe's mind, and she had no idea of any other plan.

"Jane; R. Griffing."

"Between a certain man and woman, both of a rather romantic cast, a strong affection had grown up from childhood; an affection very much tried but never quenched, nor apparently ever diminished. Through a variety of commonplace mistakes and hindrances they could not marry. They had to remain apart and nearly always at a distance; but with communication enough to be assured from time to time over ten or twelve years that the old affection remained what it was at the beginning. Towards the end of this period the man was tormented by a series of dreams, occurring at intervals of days, weeks and months, in which the woman figures as avowing herself 'false as Cressid' and shamelessly glorying in her freedom. 'Tormented ' was his own word; but not because these dreams ever disturbed his faith for a single waking moment Indeed, he described himself (to me; I was his confidant or confessor at the time, and therefore can speak to the truth of this relation) as puzzled and humiliated that should invade his mind by any avenue or in any shape. The torment was felt no longer than the dream lasted, or till he had shaken off the horror he woke in.

It was not surprising to hear, however, that the repetition of these visions during a space of two or three years became increasingly distressing, and the more so because their only difference was in scene and circumstance. There was a casual meeting, now on a country road, now on a seaside parade, now at a garden - party; but whatever the place of meeting the same thing happened on all occasions. With a defiant gaiety, and with a 'Now, do you suppose?' or a 'Why, dear me, yes!' or a 'Are you so stupid as to imagine?' she scattered confessions as lightly as if she were flinging roses. The lady died, and when she was dead the leaves of a sealed book opened (how, need not be told) revealing what no one expected to read in it, and all in accordance with her lover's dream. Not that there were any signs of the pagan audacity that was so amazing in them; but, on the contrary, tokens of violent passions of remorse, frequently recurrent.

"Little help from superstition is needed to impress one with a story like this. It should be marked that R.'s persistent dreams were not accounted for by doubt, by jealousy, or by anything seen or heard that could sow the seed of suspicion. Nothing that was native to his own mind suggested them; they were dreams of intimation from without, if any such there be. And yet in explaining them by the wave-of-communication hypothesis an extremely curious and interesting difficulty has to be encountered. It is almost inconceiv able that even in her most mute and secret musings, the unhappy woman could have wished to present herself to her lover's mind as she did appear to him in sleep. To be sure, the psychologist or the poet may make something of it, as the communication of a wild and impulsive remorse. We know that remorse will sometimes drive a sensitive nature to extravagant lengths of self - condemnation and self - punishment; and if the poet chose, he could make a pretty picture of the poor lady overcome at times with violent shame at her deceit - her mind straining with a wish that he might be defrauded of his confidence no longer, and going forth to him in an excess of penitence and extravagant self - revelation.

It is quite credible, and quite in accord with what is known of human nature and human conduct."1

The reader will notice that each of these cases appears to give distinct evidence of thought transference or telepathy. The following is a striking instance which has been communicated to me: -

"In 1884 I was up in Mussoorie for the season. At the end of the season I prepared to go back to the plains again. I sent on most of the furniture with the nurses, three children, and a lady who was staying with me at the time. I prepared to follow with another lady who was staying with me 'Miss B. H.,' when we suddenly discovered, much to our disgust, that we were fifteen coolies short, and could not possibly start till we had more. However, our Khan - samah offered to get us something to eat, and make a fire for us in one of the rooms, and we proceeded to have dinner, and lie down on two mattresses which we luckily had.

1 Imagination in Dreams (Frederick Greenwood).

"I fell asleep, and had a dream as follows: I was in the next room, and saw a half - caste woman enter hurriedly screaming. She was followed by three men with sticks. Two of these men proceeded to beat her to death, while the third looked on, the whole time the woman was shrieking for help.

"1 was wakened by Miss B. H. shaking me, and begging me to wake. She told me that I had been screaming out for help for somebody. I began telling her my dream. She would not let me finish, and we sat up talking the rest of the night. The next day she told me that the dream was true. A woman who had been unfaithful to her husband in that house had been beaten to death by her husband and one of her brothers, while her other brother looked on. Miss B. H. told me she had known this story for some time, but would not allow me to be told.