A REMARKABLE DREAM.

Temuka Leader, Issue 1082, 13 March 1883, Page 1

A REMARKABLE DREAM.

The following account of a singular dream is extracted from Guizoni's Life of Garribaldi:—l was ill with rheumatism, and in the midst of the storm I fell asleep in my cabin, having laid down over the coverlid. In sleep I was tranaported to my native land, but instead of the heavenly air of Nice, where everything bore a smiling aspect I found myself in the gloomy atmosphere of a cemetery. In the distance I perceived a melancholy procession of women carrying a bier, and thej r advanced slowly towards me? I felt a fatal presentiment, and struggled to approach the fmipral train, but I could not move. I seemed to hnv* a mountain upon my chest. The cortege reached the side of my couch, laid down the bier, and vanished. I sought in vain to raise myself on my arms. I was under the influence of a nightmare ; and when I began to move, and felt beside me the cold form of a corpse, I recognised my mother's blessed face, I was awake, but on dfl

hand there remained the impression of an ice-cold hand. The mourning howling of the tempest, and the groans of the poor 'Carmen' beaten unmercifully against the shore, could not entirely dissipate the effects of my terrible dream. On that day, and in that hour, I lost my parent, the best of mothers.