The home journal. (Winchester, Tenn.) 1858-188?, 1882-03-22
A Strange HalluclnatiOn.

If were to tell you that / have seen
and analyzed the waters of river which
runs two degrees north of the Equator,
and found in these waters eleven per
cent. Of sulphuric acid and one and
half per cent. Of hydrochlofic, L might
cause some surprise, but little or no in.
credulity, even if / were to add the little
known fact that in that region OF the
world there is thrown away in twenty.
four hours more Of those two acids than
is artihcially produced in Europe in a
year. But if l tell you that ! once saw,
outside Of my fancy, q woman who was
1000 miles of at the time, l shall not
only be generally disbelieved, but gen
orally laughed at as well. l have often
told the story in private life, but not till
now have / told IT in print.
Twenty-three years ago, rs j was
looking out of the window Of General
Toricos rancho at Chorillos, ten miles
south OF Lima, Peru, there passed-by
several ladies and gentlemen on horse.
back. A lady, whom / will call Mrs.
Morena 0he Spanish rendering of a
common English name), was one Of the
gay cavalcade. She was SO beautiful
that | have remembered her face with
the ease with which | ain able to re-
call the Victoria Regina, or the yellow
convolvulus, or the blue orchid, as when
/ first saw these beautiful flowers i'll
their native lands | had never spoken
with Mrs. Morena, nor her husband,
who accompanied her, and who was
then on his way to Jaula, from the
United States, TO get healed Of consump-
ton.
Three years ago, as one morning lay
musing in my bunk, in Cunard steamer
crossing the Atlantic, in full daylight,
and having my eyes wide open, Mrs.
Morena came into my cabin, and to my
sorrow went out OF it as quickly rs she
came in. Thereupon | rose, bathed,
dressed, and went up to breakfast. 1t
was late the saloon IVES nearly de-
serted, and l found only two fellow
passengers, talking together and eating
ham and eggs. had never seen either.
The common name of Morena was men
toned between the two, and being full
of my vision, remarked at venture to
him who sat next to me, Mrs. Morena
is more plump than she was twenty
years ago." My neighbor turned on me
q quiet look Of inquiring surprise. Put
ting his hand in the breast-pocket OF his
coat. he drew out one OF those excellent
photographs for which some American
photographers are SO celebrated.
"Is that the lady you mean p he
gently demanded.
And answered: Certainly, and you
see she is rather stouter."
"When did you see her last?" was
the next question, and answered:
"This morning"
The gentleman with the photograph
was Mr.. Morena, the husband OF my
beautiful lady. Webecame friends; VI
had many social yarns together; he told
me of his residence in Jauja, of the
complete cure Of his lungs, the number
of his children, and many more dear
delightful household things, in which
had no interest. He invited me to hi:
house. On our arrival ut New York
Morena telegraphed to his wife; who re
piled, while he waited in the telegraph
Office, that they were all quite well a
home. Nothing happened. | had not
to my recollection, thought of tn,
Morenas for years before. Is it yer.
difficult to understand, when two o
three are met together under given cir
cumstances, that a real presence may b'
vouchsafed to each p 4. j. DuDicM il
London Spectator.