[To TR/ EDITOR or THE "SrEcr■ros."] SIR, —I am emboldened
by the recent letters in the Spectator, particularly by that written by "A. B." in last week's issue, to quote a similarly puzzling experience of my own. In February, 1908, when I was an assistant master at an English public school, a fourth-form boy—a day boy—who usually took the solo in the Anthem in the school chapel on Sunday after- noons, was absent ill for some weeks. But on one half-holiday I saw him quite plainly near me in the junior playing fields. I remarked next day to the choir-master, "I see you will have X. back next Sunday. I saw him playing yesterday." "That cannot be so," said my friend, "for I know for a fact that he is still far from well." I then thought that I must have been mistaken, but a week later, again on a half-holiday, I met the same boy dressed for games about to enter the school grounds with two other boys. I was within four yards of him, and he saluted, smiled, and passed into the grounds. Upon inquiry afterwards I found from the boy's mother that he was all the time confined to bed and had not been out of the house. He soon recovered. Can the boy, in some mysterious way, have projected himself in spirit, asleep or awake, into the haunts where, no doubt, he wished to be 1)—I am, Sir, &c.,
CORKAGENsis.
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