lower intelligence that care to turn up on these evenings. The
spiritualists argue that, by continuing, the higher-class spirits
will later on be induced to "come in." I fail to follow the
argument. It seems to me that we are frightening them away. Anyhow,
myself I shall wait awhile.

When the spirit comes along that can talk sense, that can tell me
something I don't know, I shall be glad to meet him. The class of
spirit that we are getting just at present does not appeal to me.
The thought of him--the reflection that I shall die and spend the
rest of eternity in his company--does not comfort me.

[She is now a Believer.]

A lady of my acquaintance tells me it is marvellous how much these
spirits seem to know. On her very first visit, the spirit, through
the voice of the medium--an elderly gentleman residing obscurely in
Clerkenwell--informed her without a moment's hesitation that she
possessed a relative with the Christian name of George. (I am not
making this up--it is real.) This gave her at first the idea that
spiritualism was a fraud. She had no relative named George--at
least, so she thought. But a morning or two later her husband
received a letter from Australia. "By Jove!" he exclaimed, as he
glanced at the last page, "I had forgotten all about the poor old
beggar."

"Whom is it from?" she asked.

"Oh, nobody you know--haven't seen him myself for twenty years--a
third or fourth cousin of mine--George--"