"Now for the little black boy. In the year 1813, I was at the house of Sir J. W. S----th of D---- House, near Bl----d, who then resided in Portman Square, and a Mr L----r of Norfolk, a great friend of Sir John's, was of the party. On coming into the room, he said--'I have just been calling on our old Cambridge friend, H----n, who returned the other day from India; and he has been telling me a very curious thing which happened in his family. He had to go up the country to a very remote part, on some law business, and he left Mrs H----n at home, under the protection of her sister and that lady's husband. The night after Mr H----n went away, the brother-in-law was awakened by the screams of his own wife in her sleep; she had dreamed that a little black boy, Mr H----n's servant, who had attended him, was murdering him. He woke her, and while he was endeavouring to quiet her, and convince her that her fears were the effects of a bad dream, produced probably by indigestion, he was roused by the alarming shrieks of Mrs H----n, who slept in an adjoining room. On going to her, he found her, too, just awakening after a horrid dream--the little Indian boy was murdering her husband. He used the same arguments with her that he had already found answer in quieting his own wife; but, in his own mind, he felt very anxious for tidings from Mr H----n. To their great surprise, that gentleman made his appearance the next evening, though he had expected to be absent above a week. He looked ill and dejected. They anxiously asked him what was the matter. Nothing, but that he was angry with himself for acting in a weak, foolish manner. He had dreamed that his attendant, the little black boy, intended to murder him; and the dream made such an impression on his nerves that he could not bear the sight of the boy, but dismissed him at once without any explanation. Finding he could not go on without an attendant, he had returned home to procure one; but as he had no reason whatever to suspect the boy of any ill intention, he felt very angry with himself for minding a dream. Dear Mrs H----n was much struck with this story; but she used to say--unless it were proved that the boy really had the intention of murdering his master, the dreams were for nothing.'" In this instance a murder may have been prevented by these dreams; for if merely coincidences, and without an object, the wonder of coincidences is great indeed; for it is not one dream, but three, and of three persons.