inctly my home in Richmond in flames. The fire had broken out in one
wing of the house, which I saw with dismay was where I kept all my best
dresses. The people were all trying to check the flames, but it was no
use. My husband was there, walking about before the burning house,
carrying a portrait in his hand. Everything was quite clear and distinct,
exactly as if I had actually been present and seen everything. After a
time, I woke up, and going down stairs told my friends the strange dream I
had had. They laughed at me, and made such game of my vision that I did my
best to think no more about it. I was traveling about, a day or two
passed, and when Sunday came I found myself in a church where some
relatives were worshipping. When I entered the pew they looked very
strange, and as soon as the service was over I asked them what was the
matter. 'Don't be alarmed,' they said, 'there is nothing serious.' Then
they handed me a post-card from my husband which simply said, 'House
burned out; covered by insurance.' The day was the date upon which my
dream occurred. I hastened home, and then I learned that everything had
happened exactly as I had seen it. The fire had broken out in the wing I
had seen blazing. My clothes were all burned, and the oddest thing about
it was that my husband, having rescued a favorite picture from the burning
building, had carried it about among the crowd for some time before he
could find a place in which to put it safely."

Another case, related by Stead, the same authority, runs as follows: "The
father of a son who had sailed on the 'Strathmore,' an emigrant ship
outbound from the Clyde saw one night the ship foundering amid the waves,
and saw that his son, with some others, had escaped safely to a desert
island near which the wreck had taken place. He was so much impressed by
this vision that he wrote to the owner of the 'Strathmore' telling him
what he had seen. His information was scouted; but after a while the
'Strathmore' became overdue, and the owner became uneasy. Day followed
day, and still no tidings of the missing ship. Then like Pharaoh's butler,
the owner remembered his sins one day, and hunted up the letter describing
the vision. It supplied at least a theory to account for the ship's
disappearance. All outward-bound ships were requested to look out for any
survivors on the island indicated in the vision. These orders were obeyed,
and the survivors of the 'Strathmore' were found exactl