Colonel Coghill himself wrote by return of post, before the accident, as follows:
"My dear Mrs. Carleton: Need I say how delighted I was to see your handwriting this morning, and how happy I am that your dream has so far proved the rule of going by 'contraries,' for I never in my life was going stronger than I am at present."
On the 31st March Colonel Coghill wrote to Mrs. Carleton again:
"You win, hands down . . . had you lived earlier you might have been burned as a witch, for by your dream you foretold a grief to me, though in prospective. Yesterday[1]
I enjoyed the imperial crowner which you saw in your dream, the hardest fall I have had for very many years. . Tableau—Six legs in the air. and view—A man in the ditch, with horse on top of his (the man's) head. Here your dream fails, for instead of an unsympathetic crowd helping him, I was released by half a dozen friends, including the Master, and about as many ladies. 3rd Tableau—All their loose horses pursuing the hounds riderless.
"My first thought, when down, was your dream, and before my head was out of the mud, I said, 'At any rate, as I am to be led away by some one, the neck must be all right,' and so it was, and I got off very cheaply."
Mrs. Leir Carleton has informed us that from a child she has "had premonitions of illness: sometimes the illness proved trivial and sometimes fatal. I have no distinct impressions, coming events seem to cast shadows before them."[2]
