d his
six-pound check arose before him; and, on examination, it was discovered
that the sum paid to this person had been neglected to be inserted in
the book of interests, and that it exactly accounted for the error in
the balance." We read of another gentleman, a solicitor, who, on one
occasion, lost a very important document connected with the conveyance
of some property; the most anxious search was made for it in vain; and
the night preceding the day on which the parties were to meet for the
final settlement the son of this gentleman then went to bed, under much
anxiety and disappointment, and dreamt that, at the time when the
missing paper was delivered to his father, his table was covered with
papers connected with the affairs of a particular client; and there
found the paper they had been in search of, which had been tied up in a
parcel to which it was in no way related.

There is another class of dreams which would appear to be much more
extraordinary than these of a Retrospective Character, to wit: those in
which the dreamer appears to take cognizance of incidents which are
occurring at a distance, which may be designated Dreams of COINCIDENCE.
In the "Memoirs of Margaret de Valois" we read, that her mother,
Catherine de Medicis, when ill of the plague at Metz, saw her son, the
Duc d'Anjou, at the victory of Jarnac, thrown from his horse, and the
Prince de Conde dead--events which happened exactly at that moment. Dr.
Macnish relates, as the most striking example he ever met with of the
co-existence between a dream and a passing event, the following
melancholy story: Miss M., a young lady, a native of Ross-shire, was
deeply in love with an officer who accompanied Sir John Moore in the
Peninsular War. The constant danger to which he was exposed had an
evident effect upon her spirits. She became pale and melancholy in
perpetually brooding over his fortunes; and, in spite of all that reason
could do, felt a certain conviction that, when she last parted from her
lover, she had parted with him forever. In a surprisingly short period
her graceful form declined into all the appalling characteristics of a
fatal illness, and she seemed rapidly hastening to the grave, when a
dream confirmed the horrors she had long anticipated, and gave the
finishing stroke to her sorrows. One night, after falling asleep, she
imagined she saw her lover, pale, bloody, and wounded in the breast,
enter her apartment. He drew aside the curtain