A PSYCHOLOGICAL QUESTION.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR."] you kindly allow a working-man to ask the follow- ing question ? Last week, I dreamt that a book was handed to me. Inside this book I found a loose sheet of paper, and on it a poem was written. I thought that this poem was a kind of "In Memoriam," written by a certain Welsh poet, lamenting the death of his daughter. I found that the above poem was in English, and the metre was seven-and-six. I read it through, and the poetry seemed to be of an exquisite character. Now, I never knew that the above poet had buried a child, and to my knowledge I never read anything bearing any semblance to this poem. The question is,—Where did I get this poetry in my dream P-1 am, Sir, d:c.,
[Clearly, Mr. Griffith had read the poem, probably in a news- paper, and the case was one of unconscious memory. That the memory retains everything, though the link between conscious- ness and memory is daily broken, seems indisputable.—En. Spectator.]
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