This story was told to the writer by his old head-master, the Rev. Dr.Hodson, brother of Hodson, of Hodson's Horse, a person whom I neverheard make any other allusion to such topics. Dr. Hodson was stayingwith friends in Switzerland during the holidays. One morning, as helay awake, he seemed to see into a room as if the wall of his bedroomhad been cut out. In the room were a lady well known to him and a manwhom he did not know. The man's back was turned to the looker-on.The scene vanished, and grew again. Now the man faced Dr. Hodson; theface was unfamiliar, and had a deep white scar seaming the moustache.Dr. Hodson mentioned the circumstance to his friends, and thoughtlittle of it. He returned home, and, one day, in Perth station, metthe lady at the book-stall. He went up to accost her, and wassurprised by the uneasiness of her manner. A gentleman now joinedthem, with a deep white scar through his moustache. Dr. Hodson nowrecalled, what had slipped his memory, that the lady during hisabsence from Scotland had eloped with an officer, the man of thevision and the railway station. He did not say, or perhaps know,whether the elopement was prior to the kind of dream in Switzerland.Here is a dream representing a future event, with details which couldnot be guessed beforehand.