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Marvellous Dreams

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Moat people remember the terrible rail way accident iu whieli Dickens himáelf and his proof-sheets escaped, white so many victims perished. In the train there was a gentleman and lady jusl landed in England af ter their return trom India. The lady said to her husbaml: "I see the great wave rolling on ; it is close to us," and then the crash came, and she was a corpse. The husband was unhurt, and. at a later time, explained his wife's strauge words. Ever since tliey set sail hom India she had been hauuted in sleep by the dream of the vast silvery wave, and always as it was about te brtak on lier she had wakened in terror. This was the phenomenon which she recognized immediately before the accident wliicli caused her death. Less tragic, but quite odd enough t'or Mr. Proctor's collection, is the anecdote of the south-country farmer's dream. The good man wakened from his tirst sleep, and aroused his wife to teil her about a startling visión. He had dreamed that he saw a favorite cow drowning in a pond in a nt;ighboring common. "There bain't no pond there," said the wife, with ral irritation and double-shotted negatives. This was undeniably true, but the farmer was uneasy. At last he arose, dressed aud walked up the long lane which led to the coinmon. Everythnig was quiet, but just at the top of the lane the farmer heard a sound as of a man digging. Then alight caught his eye, it glimmered through a hedge that divided ihe lane from the flelds. The farmer cautiously drew near till he waa just above the ditch. There he spied a country fellow. with a lantern. digging a long, straight, deep hole in the ground. An axe lay beside the hole. At this point the farmer slipped, the hedge rustled, and the delver fled away. The farmer secured the lantern and made for home. Just at the entrance of the lane, the time being about two in the morning, he met one of his servant wenches hurrying in the direction whence he had come. "What do you want, my lass ? No good, I fear," said the agricultural moralist ; and in short, he made the giil teil ñim her story. She was goiug to an assignation with her "young man," who had jilted her aud was courting anothergirl. She had threatened hita with an action for breach of promise of marriage, and theswain had promised that, if she would hut meet him at 2 In the morning, at thebendoi' the lane, he would satisiy her, and remove, all jealousy and dtffeteuces. "Very well, my lass," said the farmer; "come, audl'lï show you wliat he had to give you." He led the way, and : e vealed to the horrified girl the long, deep, narrow hole and the sharp ax u hioli had awaited her. Naturally she did not any longer pursue her lover, and here is a dreani which even Mr. Proctor will adinit not to have been purposeless. Indeed, the "machinery" of the drowning cow made the visión appeal direct to the bucolic mind. If the authorily for the story is not all we could wish, what can excol that for the spiritual rendezvous at "Ticonderoga,' - a story lately told by Dean Stanley in Fraser's Magazine? How eould a man dream that a spirit offered to meet him at Ticonderoga, a place which he never heard the name of till he feil mortally wounded in the battle there, if there were nothing not


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