DREAM-STORIES.
[To THE EDITOR OF THE "SPECTATOR.") Sin,—From time to time I have been so interested and amused by reading in the Spectator accounts of vivid and realistic dreams that I feel tempted to narrate one that happened to me. leaving it to your judgment as to whether it is worthy of notice in your paper. In November, 1893, I awoke one morning fully impressed with the idea that I was receiving as a gift an unusually large gipsy-ring, set with a single sapphire with a brilliant on each side. The dream was a pleasant one to the female mind, and I soon fell asleep again, but only to awake with a still stronger impression that the jewel was actually in my hands. So curious were nay sensations that on my maid entering my room at 8 o'clock I told her of the two dreams, most minutely describing the ring, and I also asked my husband to bear witness to the state- ment should anything follow to confirm the dream. Two hours later the postman arrived, and so great was my excitement and astonishment at seeing a small, neatly done up packet (evidently a ring-case), that I dare scarcely open it, and decided to ask my maid to do so. Before breaking the seal I asked her to repeat the description of the ring that I had previously given her, and then the little packet was opened, and the joyful exclamation followed : "Why, my Lady, here it is." The ring was sent to me by a friend in memory of his wife, who had died some months before; but I had absolutely no idea that I should be the recipient of any souvenir of her, nor did I ever see her wearing the ring in question. The same maid is still in any service, and can (as well as Sir Astley) substantiate my story.—I am, Sir, &c.,
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