It was, therefore, scarcely possible that my own interest in the subject should have had any share in suggesting the circumstances which presented themselves to my imagination.

It was, in truth, a subject which never occurred to my waking thoughts.
"My dream was as follows:-- "About the second or third day of May, 1812, I dreamed that I was in the lobby of the House of Commons (a place well known to me).

A small man, dressed in a blue coat and a white waistcoat, entered, and immediately I saw a person whom I had observed on my first entrance, dressed in a snuff-coloured coat with metal buttons, take a pistol from under his coat and present it at the little man above-mentioned.
The pistol was discharged, and the ball entered under the left breast of the person at whom it was directed.

I saw the blood issue from the place where the ball had struck him, his countenance instantly altered, and he fell to the ground.

Upon inquiry who the sufferer might be, I was informed that he was the chancellor.